[b]Uber Carry Part 6 – The VIP Client[/b]

A bit nervous Perry stood in the arrivals area, holding up a sign for the person he was supposed to pick up here. It was an actual sign, printed with company logo and all, not just cardboard with marker like some other people here were holding. Just another reminder of how important this client was. Which also was the main reason for the tabby cat's tension. "I can't stress enough how important it is that Crawford's stay here goes flawless and without any incident!" is what his boss had told him. "I want you to keep this man happy and contented during his stay, no matter the cost!"

Other than this man's utter importance for the company, Perry didn't know anything about him, though, safe for the name on his sign: Mr. Ashton Crawford. He hoped this guy would be a pleasant (and, more important, easy to please) acquaintance. But he was confident. Most of the company's clients were pretty affable. A bit smug and conceited sometimes, yeah, but otherwise really manageable company.

Curiously Perry scanned the crowd that just got off their plane. It was all kinds of people. Canines, cats, foxes, a family of raccoons, a lanky weasel in a colorful Hawaiian shirt, also a group of pandas, that looked to be tourists... This Mr. Crawford could literally be anything!

As the crowd thinned out, Perry began to wonder whether his client was here at all. But then someone emerged from behind a slow moving, elderly couple of grizzlies and his gentle, but nonetheless confident eyes briefly met Perry's sign. It was a horse with chestnut brown fur that was mottled by white patches. The tall man, clad in casual, but rather fine slacks, shirt and jacket, went into his direction and Perry tried not to stare. This couldn't be him, could it? He looked a bit too informal to be such a principal business partner. Then again, he just got off a night flight, so why should he wear suit and tie? Anyway, the question was answered when the man stopped right in front of the waiting cat.

"You must be the new boy, picking me up, I guess," he said in a smooth baritone voice that carried a hint of an accent, that Perry couldn't quite place. "Hollard mentioned you."

Perry froze for a second. This guy was HUGE! He had to look up to meet his eyes, which were prying back down at him. Swallowing, the small tabby cat cracked a smile and extended his hand. "Indeed, sir. I am Perry Beckett, nice to meet you." The horse took Perry's hand into his own bigger one and squeezed firmly. Too firmly for Perry's taste, but he kept smiling.

"Ashton Crawford. But you already knew that," he said tapping the light plastic sign, the cat boy still held in front of himself like a shield.

The horse gave him a friendly smile, which set Perry at ease some. So far he made a friendly impression. "Of course, sir. Would you like to sit down in the lounge, while I handle your luggage?"

The horse twisted his large nose in disdain. "I've been sitting for hours now. I'd much rather stretch my legs some. I'll wait outside for you."

"As you wish. I'll try to make it quick and find you there then. I'll have everything sent to your hotel room, if that is alright?"

Mr. Crawford's lighthearted aura returned as he addressed the attentive cat. "That's kind of you, Perry. Thanks. And could you please make sure that the room is air conditioned when I arrive? And I take it you are aware that I need a double suite room? I'd hate to cause you trouble with rebooking, but anything else would be inconvenient."

Perry's thick, brown fur bristled. He didn't know about that, nor about the accommodations exact configurations, as he hadn't made the reservation. He was not informed about that. But he kept cool and took a breath, remembering his boss's words: 'Keep him happy no matter the cost'. Switching to a double suite, if it wasn't already one, was no disaster! "Of course, sir! I'll see that everything is to your liking. And please don't worry about causing trouble for me. I'm here to make sure you will have a pleasant stay, so please let me know if there is anything I can do for you!"

After parting with Mr. Crawford and retrieving his luggage, Perry met up with Nathan near the lounge. Nathan was a colleague from the accounting department and the one responsible for working behind the scenes and getting Crawford everything he wanted, while Perry was ever-present to pamper the man. "Is the hotel room a double suite?" the cat asked straightforward, as he put down their client's two black suitcases.

The otter didn't need to think for long. "He was supposed to be alone."

"He is," Perry confirmed. "But he wants a double suite, so he gets one." Nathan nodded, although grumbling. "And make sure the room is air conditioned."

"Alright. The Bellrise should have a room available. If I need to book at a different hotel, I'll text you. Anything else?"

Perry shook his head, then gestured at the suitcases. "These go to his room. That's it for now." Rather hurriedly, he handed Nathan the sign he was till carrying and then began to unbutton his white business shirt, which was likewise trust to the otter. In return, Perry got his carrier harness from Nathan and quickly slipped into it. He found the unnecessary change a bit over the top, he could have just accepted Crawford in his gear, but for a guy this important looks mattered. And he was representing Hollard Inc. after all! 

On his way outside, Perry hesitated before he pushed open the large glass door and took a deep breath. "Damn, this one's going to be tough..." he muttered to himself, then stepped outside. It didn't take long to spot the tall horse. His dark, chocolate brown mane was tussled in the light morning breeze. Perry was glad it was still early. Work like this under the midday sun was pure torture, even without an equine passenger! "Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. The luggage has been taken care of, so when you're ready, we can leave."

Mr. Crawford had his back turned to the cat and was preoccupied with his phone, giving him only an absent, "Hm-mm..." before adding, "I'd like to have a snack before we head to the hotel, if possible. Do you happen to know a place that serves good salads? This app is a bit clumsy. Hrm... there seems to be a bistro some twelve miles south from here, but I just want a salad, not another circumnavigation of the world!"

"O-of course, sir!" Perry said straightaway, his small ears flicking alarmed. Twelve miles would be simply impossible! Fortunately, in this regard, the cat came prepared. He'd sought out several places in close proximity to the airport, in case his client was hungry after the flight. And since he didn't know whether Mr. Crawford would turn out to be a carnivore, or herbivore, or would fancy a particular kind of food, he'd looked up just about any place he could find that would suit such a man's format. And luckily there was just the place, not too far away. "I know a restaurant nearby that serves excellent salad."

"Oh, good good..." the horse murmured as he pocketed his phone. Then he turned his long neck left and right as if looking for something. "Hollard said there would be a ride at the ready?" Finally the man turned around and his gentle eyes widened surprised as they found the changed cat.

Proudly and also a bit nervous, Perry displayed the broad inscription on his chest strap: 'Hollard Inc'. He put on a confident smile and said, "I am the ride, sir."

Mr. Crawford blinked, baffled. Then his long equine muzzle turned into an amused grin. "You seem to be very diligent with your work, Perry, so no offense, but... I guess I could be a bit much for you, haha." He hesitated a moment, during which he looked the sporty cat up and down. Even though Mr. Crawford didn't have the comparison, Perry had in fact gotten a bit more buff, since he started working for Hollard. "Let's just take a cab," he offered.

But the tabby cat recalled his boss's words clearly: "I'm choosing you, because I know you're up for the task. I trust that you'll handle this professionally and decently and that's the reason why I want you to take this on personally. Knowing Crawford, he's probably going to turn you down, give you a polite opportunity to withhold your very capable service and call a cab instead. That guy's a charmer, but also shy. So I want you to be insistent. If he's not inclined at first, persuade him. Trust me, I know what this man wants and enjoys and this will do the trick. I absolutely expect you to bring him here on your back, is that understood, carry boy?!" And of course Perry had acknowledged his boss's instructions dutifully on his knees. Failing to implement them now would be a disgrace to his employer!

"Please don't worry, sir. I am very capable in my job and, since I've been working for Mr. Hollard, also got accustomed to... larger passengers." Larger passengers, yes, but this stallion was a unit! It was apparent on first glance that this guy was a good bit heavier than his boss – and probably every other client he'd ever had on his back, for that matter. Perry did his best to keep his smile up, but now that he knew how big his rider was, doubts crept into his mind. "I was entrusted with your safe, comfortable and fast transportation and I intend to live up to my superiors expectations. And yours as well, Mr. Crawford. I assure you, I'll do my best to carry you everywhere you need to be. That's my job!" Confidently he gave the horse a thumbs up.

Mr. Crawford was a bit taken aback by the young cat's insistence and countered with a meeker, "Really, it wouldn't be a bother at all to call a cab." But Perry wouldn't have any of it.

Instead the tabby lowered himself to all fours on the broad sidewalk and offered his client the modest seat on his back that was part of his carrier harness. "Please feel free to take a seat, sir. I'll swiftly bring you to the restaurant. The apple and sprout salad is really recommendable."

Mr. Crawford hesitated briefly, but quickly answered Perry's readiness with a careful, "Well, if you're sure..."

"Absolutely, sir!" the boy confirmed and swallowed his apprehension down. He made sure he had a firm stand and straightened his slender back. "I'm ready and at your service!"

Perry's fluffy fur bristled when he heard the man's heavy hooves thump beside him as Mr. Crawford positioned himself above him. He took a deep breath and tensed his body when he was mounted. The horse's butt came down gently, a lot more careful than his boss did, but it carried a lot of weight! "Hrmph..." Perry felt the familiar strain on his ribs, the burden on his spine and the increasing pressure in his joints and paws. He softly exhaled when the weight finally settled on him.

"Are you really certain this isn't too much for you?" his passenger asked concerned, but with a hint of adoration for Perry's zeal. "I really don't want to extort you."

This guy didn't only look heavy, he was heavy! While Hollard already sported a hefty two hundred pounds, Perry estimated the horse on his back to weigh at least somewhere between three hundred and three hundred fifty! Even a tiger carrier would have a hard time in Perry's place – and also exceed his passenger weight limit, besides! The poor tabby cat boy was about to break in two. What the hell was his boss thinking when he placed this order with him?! "Hehe... don't worry," he said forcing a laugh. "I told you I can handle it."

"Okay, good," Mr. Crawford said, his confidence finally returning. "'Cause I'm really starving, haha. But you tell me when you need a break, yeah?" Finally ready to depart, the horse lifted his hooves off the ground. "Alright, then let's go!"

"Hrrrgn!" The small cat trembled when he was forced to bear the stallion's entire weight for the first time. He was definitely the heaviest person he ever had to endure! But to endure was not the point of his service here. Perry's obligation was the transportation of his client. "Mphff..." Carefully he took a first step forward. He swayed a bit and felt how the enormous weight on top of him forced his palm against the pavement as he trod down, but he managed. So far, so good. Working under the Rottweiler seemed to have hardened him somewhat. A fact Perry was very grateful for now. Half a year ago, this horse would have reduced him to a pancake!

After a few more bumpy steps, the carrier cat eventually found a pace that worked for him. He was a good bit slower than he wanted to be, but he simply couldn't speed up any more and his guest didn't seem to be bothered by it. So they proceeded in a moderate, but steady pace. Some of the passersby gave them a curious look, but nothing more. Passenger carriers were a very common sight around here, especially this close to the airport. And, sadly, also overloaded carriers were by no means a rare occurrence. You gotta make your bread somehow and the rich surely had enough coin to throw around to make an underpaid carrier forget about their weight limit for a trip. That's what Perry and the horse on his back looked like to others: Some wealthy snob showing off by making a hapless worker break their back for their personal amusement. Just so they can feel high and mighty, riding on someone like they own them. Little did these people know that Mr. Crawford wasn't the snob here, but Perry's boss. And little did they know about how thrilled Perry was to be exploited like this!

"Are you holding up down there, Perry?" his passenger asked after a few minutes of silence have passed between them.

The cat was visibly panting already. And he was hot, despite the fact that the sun was just rising above the horizon. "Erff..." He swallowed to wet his tongue. "Of course, sir. This tour is really not a big deal, the restaurant is quite nearby. We should arrive there in a short while."

It took them another emaciating fifteen minutes. But eventually the puffing cat came to a stop in front of a noble restaurant, whose copious salad bar was visible already through the large glass windows. "There we are, sir! I hope the ride wasn't too arduous for you?"

"Haha! I should be the one asking this to you!" the horse chuckled as he rose from his seat. "Though, I must admit that this way of traveling is a lot more enjoyable than being cramped into a flying tuna can."

A gasp of relieve escaped Perry's burning lungs when the heavy burden was finally lifted off of him. "Huff... hehe, thank you, sir. I'm doing my best."

"Will you be sitting with me? My treat of course!"

Perry was surprised by the offer. Most bigwigs preferred to keep their kind separated from the working class, especially in places and situations like this. Not even Mr. Hollard had invited him to something as personal and informal as a casual meal! The cat felt honored and naturally inclined to accept. But he also remembered his position: He was working here! He was supposed to serve this gentleman, not socialize with him. If it would serve the company, or Mr. Hollard's interests, he'd also do that, but his boss had expressly requested professionalism. And jumping at a client's invitation like they were old friends would hardly be professional. It wouldn't even be considered polite, considering the circumstances. "Thank you very much for the kind offer, Mr. Crawford, but I'd rather take a little breather while you enjoy your salad, if you don't mind."

The tall horse smiled a bit awkwardly. "Heh, yeah... I guess that's only fair." Though the pang of embarrassment was quickly replaced by his naturally suave demeanor. "In that case, please let me at least get you a refreshment!"

"That..." There was a vending machine just around the corner that Perry was aiming for, since he had to leave his water bottle behind in favor of today's getup. But something iced honestly didn't sound too bad right now. And also, turning Mr. Crawford down twice was not exactly genteel either. "...would be very kind of you, sir."

So with a rather pricy, but delicious fruit drink in hand, Perry found himself a shady place outside to sit down for a bit. Since he felt his phone buzz earlier, he pulled it out and sure enough found two new messages. The first one was from his boss, reading: "Call Me When You Have Time" which the cat did immediately. As if the man stood  right before him, Perry went stiff when he heard his rumbling voice. "You wanted to speak to me, Mr. Hollard?"

"Ah, Perry. Yes. How are things going? Are you at the hotel already?"

"No, sir," the boy revealed, putting his drink down as if it was disrespectful to approach his superior this casually, even though he couldn't even see him. "Mr. Crawford wanted to eat something, so I took him to a restaurant first."

"Not some cheap grub, I hope!"

"Of course not, sir! The La Serre. He seems pretty content so far." He paused for a moment, wondering why his boss wanted him to call. "D-do you need us faster at the company? Should I hurry up?"

"Oh, no no! Quite the contrary. I'm plenty busy here still, so take your time. Just make sure he gets everything he wants." His tone grew a bit more serious then. "I mean it, Perry. Spare no expenses and put your best foot forward. I want this man pampered, do you understand?!"

The cat immediately sat up straight. "Yes, Mr. Hollard, of course! I understand how important this client is and I will do everything I can to make sure he is satisfied an well taken care of."

"Good. I'll see you two at the office then." He hung up.

Perry sighed relieved as his body relaxed. Even over the phone the Rottweiler was an intimidating bastard. His booming voice alone was enough to make his fur bristle and Perry loved how much control this man had over him. This phone call merely was another demonstration of Mr. Hollard's dominance. A show of the power he held over his personal carry boy.

Pushing the exciting thoughts of his authoritative boss aside, Perry opened the second message. This one was from Nathan: "Had To Change Hotel. New Room At Grand Prism Resort."

Perry's face dropped to the floor. He knew the Prism Resort. It was seven miles away. "F-fuck..." he hissed through grit teeth. The Bellrise Hotel would have been a two mile trip, now he had to carry the heavy horse more than three times as far! He sniffed, swallowing down his frustration. "This isn't fair..." Angrily he brought his phone back up and typed a reply: "Couldn't You Find Anything Closer???"

The answer came rather quickly: "Entire Town Is Booked Out! It's The Closest There Was With Double Suite And AC. Luggage Is Already There."

"Easy For You To Say When I'm The One Having To Carry A Horse There!!!" Perry typed annoyed and then put his phone away. Of course it was going to be one of those days!

"I hope your salad was alright, sir?" Perry asked, once his client joined him again. "Is there another place you'd need to go first, or would you prefer to retreat to the hotel now?" Despite what lay ahead of him, the boy kept his smile up. He only prayed there wouldn't be another detour.

"Indeed. It was pretty good. Thanks for the recommendation!" The posh stallion certainly looked pleased, his gentle, blue eyes resting contentedly on the smaller feline. "I think we should head for the hotel now. I still need to unpack and change, before we continue to the company. And I wouldn't mind a little breather myself before that."

"As you wish, sir!" Perry chirped and quickly got down on all fours. Staring at the concrete below with a sense of foreboding, the carrier added, "Please hop on and I'll bring you there swiftly."

The trip to the hotel was arduous to say the least. Nathan wasn't lying when he mentioned the city was bustling: The traffic was horrible! The sidewalks were full, the roads anyways. And wherever Perry met one, the traffic lights were red, slowing his already trudging pace down further. He was certainly used to busy streets, but with such a heavy passenger it felt twice as bad. But even worse than the devastating weight on his back, was the heat. It turned out to be a hot day again today. Almost no clouds in the sky and the sun rose ever higher, mercilessly baking the city below its shining face. The asphalt already felt hot under Perry's pads.

Though, despite all that the cat went on. He was panting like a dog by now, his throbbing limbs aching for release, but Perry couldn't hit the wall now. How could he ever face his boss again, if he gave up now, with less than a mile ahead of him?! No! He'd bring this job to an end! "Hrmm-hffff..." he wheezed through grit teeth as he willed his body to proceed. One more step, one more step, one more step... and eventually he would be there.

"Pardon, did you say something?" a smooth, deep voice from above suddenly asked in a caring tone.

Perry huffed two times before he could answer, "N-no, sir. Nothing. I hope the ride isn't too bumpy for you?" With force he sucked air into his lungs until his chest strap tightened. He had to finish this trip! One more step, one more, one more...

The horse chuckled emphatically. "Oh, no no, don't worry. You're doing an excellent job, Perry! It's just..." Gently, almost carefully, Mr. Crawford moved his right hand from the saddle's handlebar to rest softly on the cat's shoulder. "You seem a bit... exhausted." And that was putting it mildly! "Are you sure, you don't need a break? It wouldn't be a bother, I assure you!"

The unsolicited touch, although not unpleasant, felt a bit too intimate to Perry. Less something a regular customer would do, but rather something he'd expect of Mr. Hollard. Yet, he allowed it: Everything to keep this man happy! "N-not at all, sir..." the cat huffed. But sugarcoating alone wasn't enough anymore to hide the truth. The truth that Perry was seriously stretching his limits here! So eventually he added, "I m-must admit... today's trip has been a bit challenging, but, hmpff... we're almost there and I prefer to finish what I started. So please, rghm... just enjoy the rest of the ride and we'll be at your hotel in no time!"

"Oh, I will..." the hefty stallion murmured, then quickly added a bit louder, "You sure are a very committed employee, Perry. Your dedication for your work is admirable!"

The struggling tabby cat chuckled dryly in a flash of embarrassment. "Th-thank you very much, sir!  Mr. Hollard is a very demanding and often strict superior... But I enjoy to work hard for his company and live up to his expectations. Of course I have taxing days, but this job is very fulfilling and earning Mr. Hollard's trust and respect for what I do is a rewarding feeling!"

"Heh, yeah. I sure know the old dog can be a bit gruff sometimes. I just hope he's not too 'demanding' with you?"

"Absolutely not!" Perry replied promptly, even though his aching spine would beg to differ. The stallion's supple butt made the cat's entire back sag under its enormous weight. And by now, Perry barely had the strength left to straighten it anymore. "Mr Hollard is an a-amazing boss and, mmphf... I love to serve him-mm." Perry bit his tongue. Did he really just say 'serve'?! Hoping the horse wouldn't think too much of it, he quickly went on, "He gave me an enticing career opportunity. A place where I can put my skills to use. I even got a raise, after only half a year!"

Mr. Crawford took his carrier's words in for a moment, then concluded, "Hm, that sounds like you're really wrapped up in your position?"

"Y-yes..." the feline huffed exhausted. "I'm very lucky to have landed this job..." The words sounded like pure irony in Perry's own ears, but he wasn't even lying. Working for Hollard Inc. didn't only turn out to be a massive career boost and pay raise, but also a personal fulfillment. He loved his job!

After what felt like an eternity, the carrier finally arrived at the Grand Prism Resort and came to a stop in front of the palatial canopy. Of course Mr. Crawford wouldn't be accommodated in just about any hotel. A person this rich, this sophisticated and this important for the company could expect nothing less than a luxury hotel! There even was a bellhop waiting outside, whose only job was to open the doors for each and every guest to arrive or depart. The lanky mouse gave the approaching carrier and his oversized passenger a curious look, but of course he was a professional and didn't stare. As said, overloaded carriers were not a rarity, but Perry's current situation was indeed a bit extreme. The rodent probably thought it'd be a more fitting picture to find the much lighter cat riding on the horse's back.

"Th-this will be your hotel, sir," Perry panted, feeling the fatigue in every part of his body as he finally came to a halt to let the stallion dismount. The boy was delighted to have completed his task successfully and without incident, just as his boss had demanded. But by now his poor back felt as if his rider's butt had been studded with shards of glass that cut into his flesh. "I hope you had a pleasant ride?"

"Indeed, Perry, thank you very much!" the horse said genuinely as his hooves touched the ground again.

When the man eventually stood, it felt like a sword was pulled from the feline's back. A wave of pure, much needed relieve washed over Perry and he honestly could have collapsed right then and there in the knowledge that he fulfilled his duty to transport Mr. Crawford to his abode. But doing so in front of his client would be more than uncalled-for. And actually his job wasn't quite done yet. When he was still working for Uber Carry, dropping a customer off at their destination and taking their fare was the last act of service he performed. But doing this with Mr. Crawford would be unthinkable! No, Perry would escort him into the hotel, handle the check-in for him, bring him up to his room and only bow out once he made sure that his client was content and had everything he needed. His boss would expect no less of him!

Even with the weight lifted from his back, the cat remained on all fours for a second. He needed a moment to swallow the pain down and to compose himself. His spine felt like a worn rubber band, slack and feeble. When he finally stood, Perry wore a warm smile on his face, though he had no doubt that he looked depleted. "I'll bring you to your room, sir," he offered and the equine followed him unopposed.

Once at the designated room, Perry was relieved to find it cooled down to a pleasant chill and sure enough Mr. Crawford's luggage was waiting for him beside the bed. Everything seemed fine as the horse inspected the lush suite briefly, while Perry waited attentively in the doorframe. The cold air wafting around him felt nice. "I take it everything is to your satisfaction, sir?" the cat asked, eager to retreat for his scheduled and much needed break.

The stallion turned and smiled, his pleased face reassuring Perry that he did a good job. "Absolutely! The room is marvelous." He moved a bit closer to the waiting cat, keeping his gentle smile as he asked, "I only hope I didn't cause you too much trouble?"

Laughing his client's concern away, Perry answered quickly, "Oh no, certainly not, sir! It was me a pleasure to be of service to you."

The towering horse came a step closer still, his heavy hoof thumping on the carpeted floor. "But you do look rather spent, if you'll allow me the bluntness."

Embarrassed Perry put his hand behind his neck. Was it really that obvious? "W-well..." Indeed. He could feel how damp and tussled his fur was. He needed a shower!

"Hah, don't get flustered! It's understandable, considering the weather. And I'm aware that I'm not exactly a lightweight, haha!" He patted his, admittedly rather flat, stomach as he laughed. "Why don't you come inside?" the horse asked casually, pointing a thumb over his shoulder.

The felines long, fine whiskers twitched. "Excuse me?" he asked confused.

"To take a break," Mr. Crawford clarified.

"Oh, uhm... thank you very much, sir. But I really don't want to bother you."

Now it was his client's turn to dismiss Perry's worries. "How could you ever be a bother, Perry? Come in. I insist! It's the least I can do after you hauled me through the city. And this time I won't accept a no!" With a wink, the stallion turned and led Perry into the room.

Hesitantly the cat followed, closing the door behind himself. "W-well, if you insist, sir..." he said a bit unsure. A break sounded very enticing now, but Perry actually would have preferred to spend it away from his current obligation. But he couldn't really deny the man, his boss made that clear! So he stood a bit awkwardly in the room, while the horse eagerly got rid of his jacket and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. The situation suddenly felt more casual than Perry would have liked and he was unsure what to do or say, but the stallion quickly offered him a solution.

"Please, sit!" he urged, gesturing towards a neat seating area of three cushioned armchairs around a small table. "And you can take off your, uh... harness? I'd imagine this thing must feel a bit constricting. Does it not hurt, when you wear it topless?"

Perry stopped in front of the chair, hesitating. Should he allow himself such an informal behavior? Then again, sitting down with the harness on is always a bit awkward thanks to the handlebar on his back. Eventually he decided to take it off. "Actually it's a lot more troublesome with clothes underneath it," he informed the horse as he unlaced his gear. "A shirt would get caught in the straps and skit everywhere. The resulting wrinkles can pinch quite a bit and it wouldn't look good either. In winter, with a thicker sweater or jacket, it's not so bad though, but as long as it's warm enough most carriers prefer to go topless." Finally free of his harness, Perry thought for a moment, then put it down on the floor beside him. His sweaty, sticky work wear didn't belong on the furniture in front of Mr. Crawford!

"Ah, I see," the horse murmured as he crouched down in front of the minibar. "Can I get you something? There's beer, soda, water... I guess you wouldn't be in the mood for some wine, or liquor?"

Drinking alcohol in front of his client? Hollard would rip his ears off! "Some water would be perfect, thank you very much, sir!" he said, grinning at the thought. While he opened a beer for himself, Mr. Crawford put down a glass and bottle in front of Perry and even poured him his water. "Thanks..." he said again, awkwardly, then sipped on his glass gingerly, even though he could down the whole thing at once. The cat had had enough time to catch his breath, but his head was still pounding and his muscles ached. And now that he sat in a cold room, his sweaty fur began to irk him. Perry felt disgusting and thought of himself as very unfitting company for his client.

Though, when Mr. Crawford sat down opposite of the cat, he took a good long moment to behold the topless boy. And he was pretty obviously ogling his naked features, before hiding a faint smile by taking a swig from his beer. "Sooo..." the horse made, reclining comfortably and casually in his chair. "Do you do this often? Carrying Hollard's clientele, I mean? Or am I an exception?"

Perry swallowed, his throat still a bit dry. "Well, I was hired as Mr. Hollard's personal carrier, so I mainly work for him directly. But I do happen to be available to some of his more vital clients, when he sees fit. But this doesn't happen too often."

"Oh, so I'm a vital client, huh?" the stallion smirked slyly.

The tabby cat swallowed anxiously. Did he say something wrong? Was Mr. Crawford not to know how crucial his visit was to the company? Perry only hoped he didn't inconvenience his boss with this! "I... I'm not aware to what extent your business relations with Mr. Hollard stretch. I was merely told that you are an important visitor. I'm sorry if I said something uncalled-for, sir!"

The horse laughed it off, "No, no. I mean, you're right, in a way." He pondered for a moment, then changed the subject. "You said you were hired as his personal carrier? Hm... Last I knew that position was filled. By a black husky, bit taller than you. Is he not in the company anymore? I found him rather pleasant to have around, the few times I got to meet him."

With a slight shudder Perry remembered whom he was referring to and also the dog's whereabouts. "You must be talking about Coal. Yes, I am his successor. He is..." Perry stopped himself, considering his next words carefully. "As far as I know he is currently privately employed by Mr. Hollard." Nervously taking another sip from his glass, Perry hoped the horse wouldn't ask any further.

Fortunately for him, Mr. Crawford seemed more interested in something else. "I'll have to ask the old dog about him sometime. Anyway, I have to say you're quite pleasant to have around too, Perry! I wish more of my employees would be as motivated and diligent as you. I might have to headhunt you, haha!"

Perry blushed in embarrassment. "Eh, th-thank you..." he stammered, though felt as if he should say something more, so he added, "I think you're also nice." And while the horse's comforting smile widened, Perry blushed even more.

Their conversation continued for a while, probably for about an hour, but Perry wasn't exactly sure. They talked about the tabby cat's job and his past at Uber Carry. Mr. Crawford seemed rather interested in it and Perry didn't mind to fill him in. The stallion also told Perry a bit about his current passion project, a large ranch he's been building up from the bottom. He seemed rather proud of it, boasting about the great view on the mountains and how secluded and peaceful it is. Perry wished he could see it sometime.

Despite always remaining polite and professional, Perry quickly thawed up to his client. Mr. Crawford was very friendly and likeable. A stark contrast to his gruff boss, who loved to shoo his workers around and put them under his heel, especially Perry himself, which the cat loved in turn. But this was a welcoming change nonetheless!

At some point, though, the feline had to take his leave. His work day was far from over yet and he wanted to get an actual break away from his client and also a chance to refresh himself, before his tour to the company. And Mr. Crawford mentioned he'd like to lay down for a bit too, considering he'd been sitting for most of the day and night already.

Nathan had booked a room for them in the same hotel, when he rearranged Crawford's accommodation. Nothing nearly as luxurious, of course. It was just a small single bedroom to rest a bit and to be near their client. Hunched over, with his harness in hand, Perry entered the room and found the sleek otter reclined on the bed, his phone held over his face. "Took you a bit longer than expected," Nathan noticed. "Did everything go well?"

"Ugh, yes..." the tired cat murmured, sighing all his frustration away as he simply dropped his harness on the floor and went straight for a water bottle. Unfortunately their room didn't have a minibar, so it was warm, but Perry didn't care. He just needed to unwind and recharge his batteries for a bit. So he downed half of the bottle and then starred his coworker down. The way he lay there, soft and sound... He tossed the half-empty bottle at him. "Get your lazy ass off the bed, it's my turn now!" he grumbled in a way that was still lighthearted, but made sure he wasn't going to accept a no.

The otter chuckled, knowing full well what kind of work Perry was going through today. "Heh, sure, sure! Guess you really need a break now."

As soon as the bed was free, Perry simply flopped down on it, face first into the still warm pillows. "Hrmmghhh!" he groaned into the supple cushioning, before turning his head sideways, eyes closed and just relaxing. "I swear, Nathan, wasn't there ANY hotel closer to the damn airport?! You do realize that I have to haul a horse through the entire city, right?"

"I still don't get why the boss made you do it. Couldn't he like... hire an external carrier? Someone bigger and stronger? No offense, dude!"

Perry hesitated for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of finally resting his body. "He wanted to have this done personally and professionally," he eventually said, further submitting himself to his fatigue. "If I fall asleep, wake me in time before the next tour. I still need a shower!"

Nathan was silent for a moment. "Uh, dude..." A flick from the cat's small, round ears was all he got as reaction. "Your trip to the headquarters is scheduled to start in about an hour."

He inhaled deeply, then let out a long, quivering sigh. "Thirty  minutes," he said, burying his face back into the pillows. "Give me thirty minutes..."

He got them, but half an hour was hardly enough time to rest properly and soothe the pain in his aching muscles. The hot shower took at least some of the tension away, though. Refreshed and confident to bring his job to a successful end, Perry knocked at Mr. Crawford's door and found him to answer almost immediately. The horse was changed by now. Though not into a busyness suit, as Perry had expected. Instead he wore a rather casual business outfit sans jacket. "Are you ready to head to the company, sir?"

"Certainly! A little rest was just what I needed."

The stallion followed Perry in good humor, though the cat felt less and less self-assured. The company was a good five miles away from this hotel and the cat's body was still sore as hell. Failing now, on the final stretch of his responsibilities, would embarrass Mr. Hollard right in front of one of his most crucial clients! How would he even explain something like this to his boss?! Not to speak of Crawford. What would he think if Perry collapsed beneath him, after assuring him time and time again that he was up to the task? He didn't really have a choice, he had to accomplish this job!

Though when the hotel's entrance doors  were opened in front of him by the same mouse bellhop he saw upon their arrival, the apprehensive cat's resolve got even further crushed – by the very sun in the sky! He shuddered when the blazing hot rays hit his brown fur, his tail dropped. How should he survive this day?!

"Phew! What a heat," Mr. Crawford uttered and Perry turned just in time to see how the stallion put sunglasses on the bridge of his long, equine nose. He looked so damn cool with them too! "We should really call a cab this time."

Perry swallowed. Hollard would bite his head off! The Rottweiler had been very clear about wanting Crawford to ride on Perry's back the whole way. Though... under those circumstances, maybe he would... No! His boss was not the type of man who'd accept an excuse such as sunny weather. If anything this would be even more reason for him to have his guest carried about!

The tabby cat took a deep breath, then smiled and lowered himself to the street. "Not at all, sir. Please hop on. I'll bring you to the company." The horse didn't object any further this time and eagerly sat down on Perry's sagging back. A sharp pain shot through his strained legs and he bit his lip lest he groan. Then he was suddenly loaded with the stallion's full weight once again when he lifted his hooves from the ground. "Hmmrphff..."

The heat was taking its toll on Perry before he was even two streets down. He could literally feel the warmth seep through his fur, especially on his head which was probably his most exposed part. And besides that the asphalt was backing by now! He really wished he'd still have his running gloves, but his boss at some point had requested to omit them. He didn't like the looks and... probably just wanted to make Perry's work harder.

About halfway through, the feline began to noticeably slow down. And every time he had to wait on a traffic light or crosswalk, it took Perry longer to get back into motion. He also kinda stopped suppressing his panting. He was probably looking like a thirsty dog by now! There was honestly no way his passenger wouldn't be aware of at least some of his mount's struggles, but Mr. Crawford was oddly still and didn't offer to get off, or call a cab again. Perry was even grateful for the silence. That way he could fully concentrate on not passing out under this mountain of horse!

At long last the hopelessly overloaded carrier climbed the steps to his company's office tower, completely exhausted. He'd made it. He'd really made it! He was trembling, gasping and panting, sweat-soaken and probably suffering a heatstroke. His paws and hands were burned and bruised, his limbs at the brink of giving in and his spine was ground to dust, but he made it. He got the job done. He brought the client safe and sound to his destination. He didn't let his boss down.

"Huff-hff... A-alright, here we are, sir," Perry announced as he finally came to a stop. When he lowered himself for the horse to dismount comfortably, the cat's wobbling legs failed him and Perry dropped to his knees rather hard. He winced, but swallowed the pain. "Ergh-excuse me, sir..." He was startled how rough and worn out his words sounded. He needed some water!

Probably for the first time since they started, the stallion spoke again in his soft, baritone voice, "It's alright, Perry, no harm done. Thank you very much for carrying me here!" Mr. Crawford said, finally getting off the battered boy. He pushed his sun glasses up and looked down at the still crouching cat, panting hard, his back arched, fur all sticky. "A-hah! Oh dear," he laughed awkwardly. "You look pretty beat. I guess the warm weather was a bit too much for you after all. And I make your work all the harder by having you carry me around. Here, let me help you up!" Courteously he offered his broad hand to the cat.

Perry hesitated for only a moment until he accepted the help. He had to pull himself together now. Just a few more minutes and he would successfully bring his client right to his boss. THEN he could collapse. "Oh... Th-thank you, sir." With a groan he got back up on his paws, then he wore his usual smile. "I have to admit, today is indeed a bit warm. But please don't feel bad! This is my job and I'm used to all kinds of weathers and other conditions. It was a pleasure to carry you, Mr. Crawford!"

The horse grinned. "Glad to hear that, Perry. Shall we go inside?"

Perry led the way – and also set the pace, considering he was barely able to walk anymore. Every step was painful, his back hurt so much that he needed to force himself not to slouch and his throat was as dry as a desert. As they entered the large lobby, the cat was at least happy to be out of the sun.

At some point Perry stopped. He inhaled, put on his smile and turned to his client. "Please excuse me, Mr. Crawford, but could I possibly ask you to wait here for me? It will only be a minute. I'm terribly sorry for the hold-up!" He really was. This was really unprofessional, especially considering they almost reached their destination. But Perry simply needed a moment!

A kind smile spread over the brown stallion's long face. "But of course! Take your time, I'll be over there and get myself a coffee. The old dog surely can wait a few minutes longer, eh?"

"Thank you very much, sir! I won't be gone for long," he promised, almost bowing apologetically. He felt so impudent for neglecting his obligation, but he really couldn't keep this act up much longer!

Swiftly he scurried through the lobby towards the restrooms and, once inside, held his breath until he was sure he got a moment to himself. Then he let everything go. "Ah-a-aurrrgh...!" Holding his back with both hands, the exhausted feline dropped to his knees, groaning all the pain away. His breath wavered and Perry sniffled as he tried to hold back a tear. "Fuck!" he muttered, supporting himself on the washstand. Today was really one hell of a work day! "Shit... I'm going to feel this tomorrow..." He remained like this for a moment, clinging to the sink, his forehead pressed to the cold, hard marble. But he was not done yet! He had to finish this assignment with dignity!

Slowly Perry stood up again and found his own face in the mirror. A disheveled look. Quickly he opened the faucet and rinsed his face. He greedily drank from it too. What a pathetic view, but god damn he needed that! Once he was dry again, the cat in the mirror looked presentable again, when Perry gave him a light smile. "Alright, you got this!" he told him and pulled his phone out to call his boss. "Yes, Mr. Hollard. I just wanted to let you know that we have arrived and will be up at your office in a few minutes."

The Rottweiler sounded oddly distracted. Distracted, but also annoyed. More than usual even, so he was probably still dealing with something. "Hmm... great," he muttered with anything but excitement. "Is he still in a good mood? Pleased with your work?" the dog added, sounding only mildly intrigued in the answer.

"Yes, sir!" Perry reported obediently. "I gave my best and he seems pretty content."

"What? Ah, yeah. Good, good..." There was a long pause. "Anyway, get him up here." Then the dog abruptly hung up.

Distraught Perry wondered whether this would be all the gratitude he would get from his boss for busting his ass today. He expected at least a little compliment, considering Hollard knew quite well that he would end up hauling a stallion through town! He could complain later, though. There was still work waiting for him!

The horse was seated and already had finished his coffee by the time Perry returned to inform him that Mr. Hollard would expect him now. They took the elevator up and Perry escorted the horse to his boss's office, where he opened the doors to the adjoined receiving room. The Rottweiler was waiting for them already and greeted his client with a firm handshake, while Perry attentively stood by.

"Come, let's go to my office," Mr. Hollard eventually invited his client. "I've had it moved up a few floors since your last visit. It's brand new, you'll love it!" The two were already on their way, when the Rottweiler turned to regard his employee. "Ehm, Perry, would you wait here for a moment, please?"

The cat made to answer, but ended up only acknowledging his boss's order with a nod as the dog didn't wait long enough to hear him. Then the large, black doors closed behind the two men. Perry stood for a few moments longer, but soon decided to sit down on the couch. Sitting felt good, even though he'd much rather lie down now and rest his aching bones. Doing so in his boss's anteroom was unthinkable, of course, but the thoughts of a soft, warm bed were pleasant enough to pass some time. 

Some twenty minutes later, Mr. Hollard emerged from his office again. Alone. And once the door was closed behind him again, the Rottweiler's skilled customer smile vanished and was instantly replaced by a VERY sour look. Perry's hackles raised as the towering dog approached him with hasty steps. Afraid he somehow messed up, the cat stood nervously, steeling himself for a dressing-down.

"Perry," the dog rumbled, coming to a stop mere inches from the frightened cat. "We're having something of a situation here!" he hissed in a subdued tone and it was then that Perry noticed that his boss wasn't exactly angry, or merely annoyed. He was concerned and in a hurry. "There's a huge problem in the accounting department. Limon is already at it, but I need to get there myself. And fast! I need you to keep Crawford busy, while I handle this mess." He sighed loudly, a whiff of his cigar breath tingling in Perry's nose. "And this is probably going to take a while, if the fox is to be believed..."

With folded ears Perry swallowed. "K-keep him busy? But I... How am I supposed to do that?" he asked anxiously. Aside from transporting a very few of them, Perry never before was alone with a client. Let alone with such an important one!

The tall, stocky dog rumbled. "I don't have time for lengthy explanations! Listen: Make up some excuse why I left. Don't mention the problem, that would be unwise. Then you take him to my lounge. Make him comfortable, serve him drinks. Lull him until I get back."

"The lounge...?" Perry repeated astounded. Mr. Hollard's office already was a space only the most influential and closest business partners got to see from inside. His personal lounge was basically a sanctum! It was a very private room right beside his office that no one is to enter without permission – not even Limon and he's pretty much got a general power! Perry himself was only ever taken two times inside to serve his boss in a very... intimate manner.

"Yes," the dog confirmed. "Pamper him. He gets everything he wants, got it?! I can't stress enough how utterly important it is to keep the nag happy!" He came a bit closer still at that, the Rottweiler's intimidating face dwarfing Perry with its sheer dominance. Then one of his thick, rough fingers poked the cat in the chest. "You hear me, Perry?! You'll do everything he says, is that clear? Don't mess this one up!"

A cold shiver run down the feline's maltreated back. Why was this man just so goddamn frightening? He already was a force to be reckoned with when he was his usual self, but incensed like this... Perry couldn't decline. He would never dare to refuse such an order from his boss! "Y-yes, sir..." he whispered meekly.

The slightest smile flashed over the Rottweiler's rugged face. "Good boy!" he said and patted the cat's head kindly. "I know I can count on you." Then the dog simply left.

Perry stood there for a moment like a frozen statue. "Shit..." His long, slim tail twitched nervously back and forth. "Shit, shit, shit! How the hell do I keep someone busy? I've never done this before! Shit, I can't fuck this up!" He thought for a moment, pacing the room, then stopped himself. "Alright, you can do this. Smile, get him a drink, talk to him and Hollard will be back in no time. You've talked to him before, it's not that hard!" After a deep breath, Perry felt ready to tackle his next assignment. Or, well, as ready as can be...

Slowly he entered the office and took his time to close the massive door behind himself. He basically had to stall for time, so the longer everything took, the better!

"Ah, Perry!" Mr. Crawford exclaimed as he saw the approaching cat. He still wore his genuine, charming smile. "Where's your boss?"

The question felt like punch to the gut. Hollard really left just like that, loading everything onto him. Typical! "I am very sorry, sir, but I fear you must put up with me for a bit longer. Mr. Hollard very suddenly had to attend to a critical situation. Nothing bad, mind you, but something that didn't allow any delay. He is deeply regretful of his sudden leave, but will join you as soon as possible, once the circumstances allow."

The horse suddenly neighed in laughter. "Aww, Perry, that's too cute! But you really don't have to apologize on behalf of the old dog like that. And besides..." He grinned. "I enjoy your company very much!"

Perry's tail swished with relief. At least he wasn't upset about being stood up. He could work with that! "Thank you, sir! I am very delighted to spent some more time with you myself." He gestured to the door at his left. "Mr. Hollard asked me to show you to his private lounge in the meantime. If you would like?"

The horse stood from his seat. "Lead the way."

Mr. Hollard's office was already a luxurious room, but his little sanctum was outright opulent! It also carried a much more personal touch, compared to the rather formal office. While his empire's command center was open, with bright, cool colors, the lounge was dark and warm. Lavishly wood paneled walls, dark leather couches, a carpet that felt as soft as velvet under your paws and subtle illumination. There was a huge, massive bookshelf and the walls were covered with mirrors, paintings, and a giant screen that appeared to be part of the wall itself. There even was a hunting trophy, though Perry didn't know whether it was indeed killed by his boss.

Perry and Crawford alike took a moment to absorb the view, but the feline quickly focused back on his task. "Please make yourself at home, sir. You enjoy Mr. Hollard's full hospitality!" He closed the door behind them, then waited a moment until the horse was seated. "Could I get you a drink, perhaps? My boss has a rather fine selection."

Mr. Crawford thought for a moment, but accepted the offer eagerly. "Sherry, please."

With a nod Perry headed over to the liquor cabinet and poured a glass. When he returned, he found the horse comfortably reclined, both his hooves propped up on a fancy footrest. To Perry it looked as if he felt a bit too much at home, but it was not his place to judge. He merely handed the man his drink and then... was a bit at a loss. What should he do now to keep Mr. Crawford 'busy'? "I... I hope this one is alright? By now I know pretty well what Mr. Hollard fancies, but I have to admit, I don't really know a thing about Sherry, hehe."

After a quick swirl of the glass, the horse took a sip. "Mild, but very good," he judged briefly. "You should help yourself to a glass as well."

The cat's ears flushed. "I... I wouldn't feel comfortable to plunder my boss's spirits."

"Don't be so modest, Perry!" the equine chuckled. "You do drink, don't you? What do you like?"

"I do... sometimes," he admitted timidly. Well, it was a conversation at least, so he should keep it going. "I do enjoy a glass of rum every now and then." Usually with coke, but he rather kept that to himself.

The horse craned his neck to glance at the liquor cabinet. "Don Rumawaro. The bottle with the red label. Try it!"

Perry swallowed. As if it would be this simple for him. "I don't think I should be drinking on the job, sir."

"Heh!" Crawford took another swig. "I won't tell the old dog, promise. Now have a drink!"

That last part sounded more like an order than an offer to the cat. In any case, he was supposed to do what Mr. Crawford told him, so... One glass probably wouldn't be a big problem. Hey, it might even help him relax a bit? "Well, alright. But really only a little bit."

The horse waited while Perry poured himself a glass of the suggested brand. The cat took a confident sip and, much to his guest's amusement, winced when the expensive booze burned down his throat. "Not good?"

Perry cleared his throat. "A bit stronger than what I'm used to," he lied and put the glass down. An awkward moment of silence passed.

"Sooo..." the horse swirled his glass again, then drank the rest before putting it down. "Hollard mentioned I'd have you at my disposal, while he's gone, did he not?"

He stumbled only briefly. This is something his boss absolutely would tell one of his clients. "Yes, indeed. If there is something I can do for you, just let me know."

"He even assured me, that I could ask everything of you, you'd do for him as well. Is that not right?"

Growing a bit nervous, Perry found it hard to keep looking at the lounging equine and instead lowered his gaze a bit. "I..." Well, Hollard used different words when he spoke to him, but 'you'll do everything he says' was a command with a terribly little gray area. " Yes, that is correct sir."

"That has me wondering... What else could there be that you could do for me?" Crawford asked mysteriously. "I mean, you're his carrier, no? You carry him. Is that not all?"

Perry blushed and felt his throat tighten. "I occasionally also do... other services for Mr. Hollard," he explained cautiously.

"What services, exactly?" the horse wanted to know, keeping his ever present charming demeanor. Though, now he also appeared a bit... daring?

Flinching at the question, the feline's small ears were burning with embarrassment now. He couldn't explain this! There was no way Perry could speak to this man about all the things his boss had him do, without dying from shame. "Tha..." Even if Hollard himself would order him to, he probably wouldn't be able to get the words out. The cat swallowed hard. "E-e-everything he wants..." he stammered eventually, averting his eyes completely from the horse.

There was another pause between them, until Mr. Crawford spoke again. "Perry?"

"Yes?"

The man continued to speak in his calm, deep, comforting voice, "Please, get down on your knees for me."

The tabby cat's fluffy fur bristled. Shocked he simply stood there for a few moments, his eyes trained to the ground. To the place Mr. Crawford wanted him to be. If this was a command from his boss, Perry would be kneeling in an instant, but with this man... Should he really do this? Could he even?! He was supposed to be professional, after all. Not to mention that he barely knew Crawford. But... his boss's words were pretty clear. So, in a way, this WAS a command from Hollard. But was this what the Rottweiler meant?

"Do you not want to?" the stallion asked suddenly. His smooth voice didn't lose an ounce of its comforting tone.

Perry swallowed. He was supposed to keep the client happy, was he not? It was his top priority and Mr. Hollard wouldn't accept failure! "Y-yes, sir..." he eventually replied softly, before he gently let himself down on his knees right in front of the lounging equine. "Please forgive my hesitance, I was just... I didn't expect this. H-how can I be of service to you?" Timidly Perry lowered his head to the horse. The shame was burning on his face. Submitting to another man like this felt like betraying his boss.

Mr. Crawford smiled pleased. "For a start," he said sharply, then quickly returned to his normal, kind tone, "how about you doff this harness? I must say I rather enjoy to have you bareback!"

With a start Perry looked up, then quickly down again. His breath was quivering, but he nodded. He could do this. The horse probably didn't mean it that way, anyway! "As you wish, sir..." he said softly, beginning to unlace his chest and hip strap slowly. Very slowly. He was still trying to stall for time, after all. Once free of his gear, he put it aside and found enough strength to look at his client again. "Am I... to your liking now, sir?"

With a widening smile, Crawford nodded, his gentle eyes fixed on the boy before him. "You are adorable, Perry! I feel blessed to have you tend to me today."

"Th-thank you, sir," the cat whispered seriously touched by the compliment. Hollard surely wasn't shy to commend Perry's assets, but he never used such kind and humble words. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Well, since you're asking..." the horse spoke, stretching his legs a little. The casual movement had the desired affect and Perry took a brief glance at his hooves. "I probably don't have to tell you, but it has been a long day for me as well, with the flight and all. My ankles are acting up again and I could really use a relaxing massage right now. If you'd be so kind?" He gestured down towards his legs.

Perry was slowly regaining some of his confidence. A massage certainly wasn't the worst service to offer. "I can do that for you, sir, yes," he promised and scooted a bit closer to the footstool Mr. Crawford's massive legs rested on. Perry never before was this close to an equine's hooves. They were intimidating, to say the least. Hard and rough, nothing like his boss's supple and soft, if a bit callused around the pads, paws. A kick from these was potentially lethal! "Like this?" he asked as he carefully took hold of the stallion's thick fetlock. Gingerly he rubbed his thumbs over the taut, short-furred skin.

Mr. Crawford chuckled. "Yes. But you can be a bit less restrained. Put some force into your hands. In fact, I can barely feel you right now."

Nodding, Perry intensified his work and put both hands around the bulbous joint. He pressed hard, then rubbed his thumbs over the spot in slow rhythmic movements, while his other finger constantly readjusted their position in an almost scratching manner. He didn't use his claws, of course!

"Yeah, that's it," Crawford murmured from above, his long neck comfortably laid back against the soft couch. "A bit lower maybe. Right above the hoof..."

Perry quickly complied and reached around the narrower part below the joint. He squeezed it like a ketchup tube, rolling his thumbs over the thicker part where the hoof began. Everything he touched just felt firm. Raw and powerful, as was fitting for such a sturdy species. In a way, Perry felt even smaller now than when he found himself beneath his boss's heel – irrespective of the fact that the horse was indeed bigger than Hollard.

For a while, neither of them said a word. Mr. Crawford was pleasantly reclined and enjoyed the attention, while Perry didn't feel the need to break the silence. He was confident with this work and, if he had to keep up with this massage until his boss would return, that wouldn't be too bad.

"Mmmm, Perry?" the stallion murmured softly and his attendant felt his gentle eyes rest on himself. "Could you please do me another favor?"

Looking up, the feline blushed slightly. "Yes, sir. How can I be of help?"

"My hooves are a bit rough and slightly... impure. They could really use your attention as well, while you're already down there!"

Baffled, Perry looked down at the two large hooves that dangled from the edge of the footstool right in front of him. He didn't exactly get what the horse meant by 'rough', but upon closer inspection, Perry did see a bit of dirt and filth stuck to the hard hooves' undersides. Particularly at the circular front and the wedge-shaped center, the so called 'frog'. Unsure, the cat looked up. "I'm sorry, sir, I... don't understand. What are you suggesting?"

"Lick them," Mr. Crawford said matter of fact.

"L-lick..." Perry repeated in a whisper as he looked down at the big, black hooves again. It was a repulsive thought to press his tongue to these coarse, dirt-stained things. And honestly, why in the hell would Crawford expect him to do something like this?!

"Yes. You can do that for me, don't you, Perry?" he asked in his soft, baritone voice, as casual as asking for directions.

Perry shuddered slightly. Both, because of the task ahead of him and because he knew he was not supposed to deny the horse anything. Gulping down the lump in his throat, Perry found his voice again, "O-of course, sir. I can..." His breath quickened as he bent forward and he quickly met the horse scent. A faint masculine smell, still hidden under a layer of cologne. But there was an even stronger smell this far down. The smell of dried earth. Dried earth, dust and street filth that clung to the man's hooves. They were by no means soiled. In fact Mr. Crawford's hooves looked rather well taken care of, as far as the cat could tell. But it simply couldn't be helped to accumulate some dirt when you were walking on these things. Perry swallowed, his mouth feeling dry.

'You can do this', he told himself. 'You've done this before'. In fact Perry had done this exact service many times for his boss before. And he had enjoyed it, even! A pair of hooves couldn't be so much different from Hollard's shoes, right? 'That's it!' he thought. 'Just pretend it's him. Do it for your boss!'

Perry took a deep breath, then exhaled. 'Don't keep him waiting. Your boss hates slacking employees'. Slowly he stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes to imagine the gruff, commanding Rottweiler loom above him. 'Maybe he will even praise you for being so committed to your work?' Gingerly he pressed his tongue to the underside of the hoof – no, to his boss's shoe – and dragged it over the unfamiliar surface. Perry immediately felt the fine, grainy dust in his mouth. He swallowed, his long tail lashing behind him with excitement and dread. Then the still hesitant tongue came forth again.

The stallion observed closely what happened at his lowest parts. The sight was gorgeous! Having this cute, adorable and conveniently topless boy service him so servilely was a thrilling experience. Perry was really lovely!

The taste of filth was bad, he had to admit. Then again, Hollard's shoes didn't taste particularly appealing either, especially not on a rainy day. Anyway, Perry didn't have to pretend to worship his boss any longer, so he opened his eyes again. Mr. Crawford was very important for his boss, so the cat felt delighted and spurred to give his best!

With devotion he pressed his comparatively tiny tongue to the large, uneven underside of the massive stallion's hoof and dragged it firmly over the weirdly-shaped frog in the middle. Perry didn't know much about a horse's anatomy, so he was not sure whether his client could feel his effort down there. Hell, he wasn't even sure whether this odd bump he licked was still part of the actual hoof, or... something else. It felt hard, but not exactly hoof-hard. In any case, Mr. Crawford seemed to savor the attention and that was enough reason for Perry to continue.

In a long, passionate move the feline's tongue followed the round outline of the hoof, tracing the thick edge of it. The underside was a bit rough, similar to pads, but a lot harder of course. The front of the black hoof, felt very polished in comparison. Definitely pedicured. He preferred to lick this area, but Perry knew where a man who told you to lick his shoes, or hooves in this case, wants your tongue to go. So more often than not he tended to the stallion's broad tread, twisting his head left and right to reach every nook and cranny. Hollard enjoyed when he showed some effort, so Perry thought that the horse might as well. He didn't know how right he was, though the occasional twitch of a hoof could have been a clue.

In fact, seeing to what lengths Perry was willing to go to please him, drove Crawford crazy! All morning long, this handsome cat carried him on his back until he was exhausted and yet he was still kneeling there, worshipping his hooves with nothing but devotion and passion. He couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted this boy!

"Enough of this..." Crawford grunted as he suddenly put his hooves back down on the floor with a heavy thump. "Come here, Perry!" he urged, patting the spot on the sofa beside him.

Perry blinked up at the horse, then swallowed the sandy dirt in his muzzle and tried to wet his tongue. "Y-yes, sir..." he replied timidly and stood a bit awkwardly as he tried to hide the small tent in his pants that his swollen sheath created. To his luck, Mr. Crawford's eyes were currently more fascinated with his upper half.

Slowly the fleet-footed cat walked over to the horse, discreetly halting a foot or so away from the spot his client had reserved for him. Perry was about to ask what exactly he was supposed to do next, when the horse's spoke first, "You don't mind if I touch you, Perry, do you?" The feline quickly shook his head and then flinched when he felt a few thick fingers brush the fur on his arm. The large hand quickly found its way around the boy's waist and pulled him closer. So close that Perry almost stumbled weren't it for the man's big, long-muzzled head that was pressed to his torso.

"Hmm!" Perry whimpered nervously as he felt the man's warmth spread over his chest. It was not an unpleasant feeling, just a little unexpected. Unsure what to do, Perry stood there awkwardly to let the man have his way.

"Hfff, you have such soft fur..." Crawford mumbled as he rubbed his cheek against the boy's front, while his broad palm stroked his back.

The cat blushed and he felt the tent in his pants grow. "Th-thank you..." As much as his boss's harsh demeanor ensnared him, receiving this sort of tender attention was definitely a turn on too! Though, when Mr. Crawford pressed his thick nose into his soft belly fur, Perry felt guilty. He didn't have a chance yet to properly freshen up, since they arrived here. His pelt was dry again by now, but he knew he carried a bit of a smell from sweating in the sun all day. Perry imagined that a man like Crawford would expect nothing short of perfection, but he certainly didn't seem to mind – at all! He indulged in his detailed inspection and let his strong hands wander over the boy's entire body.

"Come... sit with me," he urged again and pulled the relenting cat down beside himself. His hands stayed on him the entire time. "You're so beautiful!"

Blushing even deeper, Perry looked away when the man gently caressed his head and ears. He damned himself for taking one compliment after the other, while only giving tattered sputtering in response. This man deserved better! He was so endearing, Perry had to give him something back. "You are... very handsome yourself, Mr. Crawford. And so kind too."

"I'm glad you think so..." the horse mumbled as he pushed his broad, warm nose to Perry's neck and inhaled. Gently nibbling through the plush, brown fur, he easily made the cat squeal and falter in his grasp. "Hmm... Perry?" he murmured into his ear. "I'm afraid I need your assistance with something yet again..."

Even though he felt as if in a drunken frenzy, Perry dutifully replied, "A-anything you want, sir. I'm here to serve..." Fuck, he already cleaned this man's hooves with his tongue, there was hardly anything that could put the cat off anymore!

Without words, Crawford took Perry's hand and guided it down until it met a big, roundish shape, warm and firm under a layer of fabric. Perry was sure it was the horse's thigh, but when he eventually looked down, he was shocked. His hand rested on a massive lump right between Mr. Crawford's legs. "Ahh~" He was so surprised, he almost drew his hand back. It looked like he was hiding a soccer ball in his pants!

"Do you think you can help me with this little problem?" he huffed into the feline's sensitive ears.

Perry gulped while he gave the huge bulge a careful grope. The hot, needy flesh beneath the fabric twitched with anticipation. "I..." he swallowed again, desperately trying to wet his dry muzzle, "think I can do that, sir..."

"That's a good boy!" Mr. Crawford praised and caressed the tabby cat's soft-furred skull lovingly with his thick fingers. Then the gentle hand brushed down over Perry's back and eventually left his body as the massive horse leaned back in the creaking leather sofa. "Go ahead then, Perry. You have been such an attentive and pleasant attendant to me throughout the day, I have no doubt that you will continue to take good care of me."

"O-of course, sir!" he answered softly, still feeling the day's strain pinch in his spine. Though he had no time to fantasize about relaxing yet! Gently he rubbed his palm over the bulge, keeping the horse in the corner of his eyes. He seemed pleased so far, but surely expected a more hands-on service. "I'm going to o-open your pants, sir..." Perry announced formally and felt a bit awkward for doing so.

Though Mr. Crawford encouraged him with a warm smile. "You have free reign."

Perry's hands trembled a bit as he unbuttoned the pants. He had never before seen an equine member in specie before, so he was nervous. When the fly was open eventually, Crawford lifted himself a bit to help pull the pants further down. The silky, black underpants that got revealed, were stretched tremendously!

Again Perry's hand caressed the intimidating formation before him. This time it felt even warmer to the touch. And he could make out the shape of a massive sausage beneath the fabric, firm and throbbing. When the last piece of clothing was finally removed as well, the stallion's bulging meat pillar sprung up like a lashing cobra chased from its hiding spot. While Mr. Crawford moaned relieved as his beast was freed, his little snake charmer could only ogle the majestic penis with wide eyes. It was thick, long and bigger than everything Perry had seen before! The member had a black color. No, not quite black. It was more of a very dark brown, just like the skin on his face. The tip was thick and knobbly, the throbbing shaft covered in branching veins. And the growing appendage got firmer with every pulse of blood that was pumped into it.

"My god... " Perry spoke under his breath. "You are terribly well-endowed, sir!"

Crawford chuckled flattered. "It's hard to keep under control when such a gorgeous thing as you is around to treat me so fondly!" Gently he took hold of the feline's hand and brought it back to his shaft where Perry eagerly took hold. "Go on, you can play with it all you want!"

Perry didn't need to be told twice! Curiously he stroked the length up and down to get a feel for it. He quickly noticed that the slimmer part of the shaft, closer to the glans, seemed to be more sensitive, since Mr. Crawford uttered a soft grunt when Perry rubbed over this part. He memorized that for later, but for now he had to attend to a different desire. And for once it was a personal urge and not something he could do for the horse, even though Mr. Crawford would probably enjoy it.

Being granted the chance to 'play' with an equine cock for once, Perry wanted to make the most of it. Servicing this man was still part of his job, as measured by Hollard's words. But no one ever said that he couldn't have fun while working! So the lanky feline bowed down, his head moving between the stallion's muscled legs, while his right hand kept idly stroking the shaft above him. His whiskers twitched when he noticed the man's sweet, natural musk. Then Perry buried his nose in the soft, wrinkly sack until he found the two large orbs it contained. They were big, heavy and twitched with excitement when he nuzzled them.

Nervously Perry released the breath he was holding. And when he inhaled again, he was overwhelmed by more of Mr. Crawford's enticing scent. His lips parted slightly and suckled gently on the malleable skin, following the shape of one testicle until he was right between them, then he slowly moved up towards the shaft.

"Uhh, god, Perry that's... wonderful!" the horse murmured as he watched the eager boy with half-lidded eyes. Casually he put a hand on Perry's naked lower back and caressed it to encourage the cat. And the reward followed swiftly! "Uh-hargh!"

In his musk-induced passion, Perry pressed his tongue to the firm base of the penis and dragged it over the stretchy skin. That's when he heard the horse above him moan loudly. It was a rather intense interjection, almost sounding as if he was in pain, so Perry worried. "Is everything alright, sir?" he asked in a whisper, stopping his affections momentarily.

"Ugh, yeah..." Crawford affirmed a bit short of breath, while giving the cat's sleek back a tender rub. "I just didn't expect your tongue to be so... rough."

The cat's ears faltered. He should have minded his body's specific feline anatomy! His boss was definitely tough enough to find joy in his barbed tongue, but that didn't mean that everyone did. Perry was aware that to some people a cat's tongue could feel like sandpaper. "I am terribly sorry, sir!" he pleaded, hoping not to have ruined the company's most important client's pleasure. Though as always, Mr. Crawford appeared calm, collected and infinitely benevolent. "If you prefer, I will restrict myself to the use of my lips only?"

"Oh, no no, please!" the stallion chuckled. "It was by no means unpleasant! You just caught me by surprise. I..." he hesitated a moment, smirking bashfully. "I am very curious to see what your tongue is capable of, Perry. So please don't hold back on my behalf." He laughed. "I assure you, I can take a bit of roughness!"

"W-well, if you're sure?"

"Go on," Crawford replied in a tone that carried no trace of doubt.

So Perry leaned down again and pressed his lips back to the warm, wrinkly base of the horsecock to continue his work. He gave the spot from earlier a few gentle kisses, then wandered a bit further up. Eventually his tongue was put back to the task as well, though this time he started slowly. Only the tip of his tongue graced the rigid phallus, drawing a line of prickling joy over the flesh. Then he pressed the side of his tongue to the shaft, tickling it with the less barbed area, before applying the entirety of his armed organ of taste carefully. Slowly he licked the shaft upwards towards the thick glans. And it was a looong way til there! But so far Perry only had received more pleasant sounds from the stallion, so he continued to apply his tongue.

Meanwhile both his hands had settled at the base of the pillar, idly pumping the lower section of it. At the thickest part of this man's tool, Perry barely managed to encompass the shaft with both hands! The sheer size of it was staggering. The cat was sure that he would never be able to take this monster, which left him a bit worried, because what if Crawford asked for it? Taking Hollard was already a challenge for him and the Rottweiler (as irreverent as it was to think such) could in no way compete with Mr. Crawford. But then again, what species COULD compete with an equine's reproductive organ? Alone the very tip of this massive stallion was roughly the size of a baseball!

All the awe didn't stop Perry from further exploring the member, though. Once he reached the swollen glans, he gently brushed the edges of it with his scratching tongue. It tasted salty and slightly musky, but Perry enjoyed the flavor. And Mr. Crawford seemed to be enjoying it too, considering that he leaned his head bag and uttered a lustful moan.

Perry took it as encouragement to maximize his effort. He began to lap at the tip a bit more aggressively, particularly at its underside because Crawford  always tensed up when he licked him there. Before long Perry's actions coaxed a thick, clear drop of precum out of the horse. It sat on the broad glans like a little pearl, slowly sliding down over the left flank of it. Not wanting to let the kind offering go to waste, Perry quickly pressed his tongue to the pulsing knob, then his lips as well to give it a longing smooch. The little drop tasted a bit bitter, but nothing more. Clearly only a harbinger of what was yet to come!

And the little cat was eager to find out what a true stallion had to offer! Greedily he spread his lips further apart to worship more of the sizeable tip, while his hands began to work the full length of the shaft in slow, but firm motions. What started as a job was now a fever to Perry. He wanted to pleasure this man – had to pleasure him! He needed to give this glorious stallion the affection it deserved! And before he knew it, Perry managed to stuff his muzzle with the whole of Crawford's cockhead.

The horse flinched and struggled on the couch, moaning loudly as he was serviced. He was close already, but summoned all his strength to his balls to hold back, only to savor this formidable pleasure just a bit longer. He bit his lower lip and the hand that previously caressed the boy's back was now grabbing over it in a scratching motion, plowing though Perry's soft, dense fur.

With his short muzzle stuffed to the brim, the ambitious tabby cat was breathing hard and lustful through his nose. Mr. Crawford's tingling taste was heavy in his mouth, the throbbing dick begging for release. And Perry was set on pushing his client over the edge. It was a bit difficult to do so, but he pressed his barbed tongue to the glans in his snout, right to the orifice, and licked it. Crawford whined above him, but Perry continued to explore the whopper curiously with his tongue. The mushroom-shaped tip had a sort of small groove, or pit right at the urethra. He filled the strange hollow with his tongue and licked it, then the stubby orifice at the center, then its surroundings and then the rest. It drove the horse mad!

"Hmmph... Ahh!" A warm shudder run down Crawford's back and the horse knew that a powerful climax was inevitable now. His muscles tensed, eyes closed and he thrust up with his hip, trying not to be too wild for Perry's sake. Just a few more seconds of this torturous cat tongue and he would explode! "Hn-n-nargh!"

Perry exhaled forcefully, then continued to suck on the stallion. Did the cock in his mouth just get bigger? It didn't matter. He could tell that Mr. Crawford was about to cum, so Perry went on. His rough tongue swirled over the sensitive chunk of flesh in his muzzle, while his hands worked the shaft relentlessly. His left hand held the base of the dick firmly, while his thumb massaged the soft, baggy skin in this region. His right one encircled the slim bit of shaft right past his lips and pumped it thoroughly with turning, twisting motions. "Hrrmph?!" Fuck... The cock in his mouth did get bigger!

With shock the cat felt the knob, he had stuffed into his maw, swell unnaturally big. His cheeks puffed, his jaws were spread slightly, his diligent tongue got pressed to the bottom of his mouth and the bloated glans literally knocked against the back of this throat. Perry could feel the horse pulse clearly in his snout, then something popped in his throat. It felt like accidentally swallowing a big chunk of bubble gum, only that Perry didn't swallow. But when he tried, it was as if the back of his mouth was clogged with sticky glue. "Hrrrgch!" Another powerful gush was shot – literaly shot - into Perry's throat. It was an intense jet that was forced down the feline's gullet, like when you open the garden hose nozzle and the pressure behind it gives you an extra thick squirt before the water flow normalizes. And it was a lot! "Mmmphff..." Perry could already feel the warm spunk leak out of the corners of his mouth, because he couldn't swallow all of it down, let alone breath anymore. Which quickly became a problem when a third spurt of hot, bitter horse cum was pumped into his throat. He gagged, then coughed around the prick in his maw and finally shuddered appalled when the pressure drove the spicy, milky goo out through his nose. "Ghmmph!"

Mr. Crawford, meanwhile, was in pure bliss. He groped the leather seat below himself and bucked up his hips, thrusting with every spurt of seed that left his body. The tightness he felt at the tip of his dick, the way Perry had stuffed his cheeks with him, the rough tongue that tormented his most sensitive parts so good, paired with the boy's soft, gentle hands... Everything was so perfect! "Ah! Hrrmgh, Perry!" he grunted as his body tensed one more time, then another, to pump every drop he had to offer into the tabby cat's warm, welcoming maw.

Perry had no other option as to take whatever he was offered. By the time the stallion's most potent torrents died down, the cat was wheezing heavily through his cum-coated nose, getting a much closer whiff of horse spunk than he ever wanted. At the same time he tried to gobble the cum in his overflowing muzzle down the best he could. His hands had stopped working, but Perry's donor still seemed to leak. There was so god damn much of it!

Eventually the urge to breath freely again overwhelmed the wish and ability of the feline to devour Crawford's load completely. He drew back, but, despite how slick his muzzle was, the massive dick didn't want to slip from his mouth. It was as if it was too large to get out, which was impossible, since it managed to go in. "Hmmph-ghnn..." Perry spread his jaws wide and retreated again, pushing the still pulsing glans with his tongue. It worked, but it was a tight fit. He had to be careful not to graze the horse with his pointy fangs. Eventually Mr. Crawford popped free from his lips like a cork from a champagne bottle.

Quickly Perry sucked fresh air in, enhancing the bitter taste of fresh sperm in his muzzle with the cold breeze. Though when he looked down at what he just pulled from his maw, the breathless boy froze. A massive flare now embellished the end of Mr. Crawford's cock. It was covered in a slimy mix of spit and sperm, with a drop of the later still dribbling from the stubby orifice in the middle of that huge, funnel-shaped, throbbing whopper. "Wow..." Perry gulped, unbelieving that this thing really fit into his muzzle just seconds ago.

"Yeah, wow..." the panting horse agreed, his left arm pressed to his face as he calmed down. "Whew, that was amazing, Perry!" He wiped his arm from his forehead and looked down at the cat beside him. Then the pleased smile on Mr. Crawford's long face was replaced with an expression of mild embarrassment. "Oh, hehe... I'm sorry for the mess!"

There sure enough was a lot of spillage. Perry could feel the oozy stuff stick to the fur around his muzzle and under his chin. Not to mention the pungent smell in his nose and the back of his throat! "I-it's alright, sir," he said with a friendly, if slightly exhausted smile. "You certainly had a lot to give, if you will allow the remark. It was..." he blushed, "very exciting..."

"Indeed," Crawford agreed as he put his hand on the cat's shoulder. Gently he brushed his coarse fingers through the smooth, brown fur and earned a meek purr. "You are a remarkable talent, Perry." The purr deepened, while the horse cradled his attendant and they enjoyed the afterglow together for a while. It was the horse who eventually broke the pleasant silence between them. "Say... why don't you fetch a towel for us to clean up? And then there's something I'd like to ask you."

Just as attentive as before, Perry quickly parted from the warm body he had allowed himself to lean against, to fulfill Mr. Crawford's request. "Of course! Mr. Hollard keeps a box of cleansing wipes in the dresser over there. I'll get you some real quick."

He swiftly got the box and plucked a few wipes from it to remove the mess from his face. And he also awkwardly tried to blow his nose without the horse noticing. But Crawford seemed occupied with something himself for a moment, so Perry could free his nostrils from most of the man's remains. Then he brought the box over and, to his surprise, found Mr. Crawford completely out of his pants by then, with his shirt about to follow as well. He waited a moment until the stallion was naked, letting his eyes linger on the massive body. He was not exactly ripped, but sure had a powerful frame with broad hips, a flat belly and muscular shoulders. The enormous dick between his legs dangled at half mast, the impressive flare already reduced to a roundish knob again. "M-may I?" the tabby cat asked warily, plucking another wipe from the box.

The stallion smiled, sticking out his hips to present his member with only a twinge of embarrassment. "Be my guest!"

Eagerly Perry went down on his knees before the towering mountain of horse to pat his dick dry. The still sensitive member twitched at the touch, but the cat continued to wipe beneath the glans until all drool and spunk was gone.

"You're such a courteous young boy, Perry!"

"Of course, sir! It's a pleasure to be of service to you." Finished with his cleaning duty, Perry looked up and then asked a bit timidly, "So... you wanted ask me something?"

The horse let out a long breath as he looked down, watching Perry kneel below his hanging rod. "Mmh, yes..." he confirmed, averting his eyes when he felt another surge of excitement rush into his member. "You have been so good to me today, Perry. I really appreciate your efforts. Greatly! And yet..." he scratched behind his head awkwardly. "I can't help but request another selfish wish from you. I just enjoy my time with you far too much, please forgive me!"

Perry's long tail snaked over the floor behind him. He was exhausted, but also excited and eager to make the horse happy. Not to mention his responsibility to his company and boss. He had to attend to Mr. Crawford! "Well... I'd be delighted to be of help to the best of my abilities, when there is something I can do for you!" he said, choosing his words carefully. As far as his commitment went, there were services he simply wasn't able to offer to the horse, if he was to request them.

"You're too kind," Crawford murmured, his charming smile creeping back over his face. "So, you see..." he began and offered the still kneeling cat a hand to help him stand up. "Throughout the day I quite enjoyed the time I was able to spent sitting on your back, so to speak. You are a formidable mount, Perry! Diligent and determined. Resilient, but also... soft and lovely," he explained, letting his hand wander over the feline's bare back again, once he was back on his paws. Perry already didn't like where this was going, but he kept smiling and nodded nonetheless. "I would be very happy to share another such experience with you. Although a bit more intimate, now that we're cozy." He pulled the smaller cat closer to his chest. "If you feel so inclined, that is."

The cat sorted his words for a second. He tried to keep smiling, but wasn't entirely able to keep the worry from showing on his face. "So... you wish to... be carried by me again, sir?"

"Not exactly," Crawford admitted a bit sheepishly. "I'd much rather take a seat on you, Perry."

He felt the horse's still impressively large cock twitch where his belly was pressed to Mr. Crawford's hip. "You want to sit on me...?" he repeated the strange request, a bit confused. Did he just want to sit on his back like on a chair? Or was he asking for the same thing Limon happened to do often for their boss? Perry looked up, where he found the equine nod confidently. "H-how exactly would y--" he stopped suddenly when a large hand gently cupped his cheek and chin. Mr. Crawford rubbed his thick thumb over the side of his muzzle and Perry enjoyed the kind gesture with a soft purr.

"I intend to sit on your face," he revealed finally.

The purring stopped and Perry looked up into a pair of big, blue eyes. "My face...?" he quivered, imagining the man's tremendous weight crushing down on his head. Perry still remembered the first time he was to Mr. Hollard's house. The first time his boss really made Perry service him. And he remembered the third person that was there and what position the husky was in: Sprawled out over the couch, his head completely buried under the Rottweiler's massive ass. He remembered the squirming, the muffled groans and how little Hollard had cared about the dog beneath him. And Mr. Crawford was even heavier than his boss! The cat shuddered. "I-I... don't know if I can..."

Crawford tightened his grip around the boy's midsection. "I'm sure you can!" he stated with a broad grin. "I know I'm not a lightweight, but you have proven your durability. And of course I'll be as gentle to you as you have been to me." He rubbed his flank while the cat hesitated. "Of course I won't demand anything from you that you are not comfortable with."

Perry swallowed, glancing down the equine's frame. That was really a lot of butt to accommodate on his little head! Not to mention the humiliation of letting someone sit on your face. And considering Mr. Crawford just took off his pants, it was rather apparent that he planned to do so bare. The thought was frightening! But... something between his legs also felt excitement. He wanted to serve! Serve his boss, his company, this client. But it was a god fucking horse, damn it! "I..." he tried to steady his nervous voice. "I've never done something like this before..."

"It's not very complicated," Crawford assured him in his smooth, calm voice. "You get yourself comfortable, I take my seat and maybe you're kind enough to let me feel your amazing tongue again. If it gets too much for you, just tap my side and I'll get off." He moved his hand up to Perry's shoulder, then up his neck until it lifted the boy's fluffy chin to make eye-contact. "You'd really make my day with this!"

Those big, gentle, blue eyes weighed down on him like lead. He couldn't deny this man his pleasure. He had to submit! Slowly Perry nodded. "Alright, I'll do it..."

Soon after, the slinky feline lay with his back on the couch, his head flanked by two pillows. Perry was definitely nervous, but tried to remain calm. He managed, for the most part. At least until Mr. Crawford straddled him. The cat gulped when the massive horse ass blocked the overhead lights. "You ready?" he asked with anticipation, and after a shuddering breath Perry nodded. His boss might have been a different thing, but the horse was friendly and good-natured enough that Perry trusted him to stop if he needed him to. Still, this was going to be a challenge!

The looming butt above aimed for his face and Perry braced himself. Then the black, fringy tail swayed out of the way and Crawford spread his buttocks, crouching down a bit. A big, meaty doughnut emerged between the cheeks, the skin's color the same as the horse's junk, a deep chocolate brown. When it was close enough that the wide butt cast a dark shadow over his face, Perry closed his eyes.

Before their bodies met, the first thing Perry noticed was the warmth that radiated over his face. The second thing was a whiff of the stallion's sweet, masculine musk. "Hmm..." he whimpered softly when something touched the tip of his nose. The descent didn't stop, though, and within seconds Perry's muzzle was pressed into Crawford's crack. The cat could feel his hot breath recoil, the man's tingling aroma now a powerful, but enchanting bite in his nostrils. He blinked his eyes open, seeing nothing but two short-furred, hazel mountains rise before him. Then he had to close them again as his face was swallowed.

"Hmmph..." Mr. Crawford's weight settled on his head like a bag full of sand would: The pressure on his face increased, then more and more of his skull was buried under the setting mass. Crawford sat down slowly, that the cat could tell. Perry was thankful for that, even though it didn't ease the burden. He felt how his nose got crunched and the weight on his forehead became a dulling sensation. It was about that time when he noticed the smooth, supple surface that got pressed to his lips. No fur there. It could only be the butthole. "Mrrff..." Perry squeezed the air out of his nose, then found it hard to inhale again. The air was warm, damp, musky and thick.

"Ugh, that feels fantastic!" the horse moaned from above, then added in a more clear tone, "Alright, I'll sit down now."

Perry squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could. That meant he wasn't fully seated already?! "Gmrrrghh!" The pressure on his already crumpled face suddenly amplified, driving his head forcefully into the not-so-soft-anymore leather couch. "Rmghh!" He tried to gasp, but it was hard to breath while nosing these deepest depths. With his lips tightly sealed to the stallion's puffy anus, his mouth was rather useless as well. Perry was unsure whether he could apply his tongue like this even if he wanted to, though right now that was the least of his concerns!

Aside from the shortness of breath, the small cat could feel a throbbing pain grow in his skull, similar to when he was carrying Mr. Crawford under the blazing sun. The heat and stuffiness right now were far worse, though. "Gphf! Kmmh..." He pressed his hands against the equine's butt, when he felt like drowning. Though he didn't push hard. Not that he could lift this man if he tried! That alone was a frightening thought. "Hphfffff..." Eventually Perry managed to drag in some air. He was close to tears.

"Everything alright down there?" Crawford asked casually. He was sitting full weight on the feline by now and could feel the short snout poke against his sphincter. The hot puffs of breath he felt down there were amazing! His dick was rock hard once again. "You're doing really good, Perry!"

No, nothing was alright! In fact the cat's hand was already itching to slap the horse's thigh in a silent cry for release. But Perry suppressed the urge. He had to endure! Just a bit longer! Again and again he recalled his boss's words, writing them down before his closed eyes: Keep this man happy. Keep this man satisfied. Do everything he wants. Give him everything he asks for. Serve him! No matter the cost. No matter the humiliation. No matter the pain. Your face is just a chair for him. Serve him!

Serve him!

Serve...

...

Perry didn't know how long he was stuck under Mr. Crawford's ass. Minutes certainly felt like hours. He only knew that when he was finally released from his duty as living seat cushion, he was a wheezing mess, dizzy, exhausted and reeking of horse butt! And there was still not a trace of Hollard! It had been several hours now since he left to attend whatever mishap happened in the accounting department. The office would be closing soon!

After washing up as best as he could in his boss's private lavatory and putting on a light pine oil scent, Perry returned to the waiting client, by now situated in Mr. Hollard's office and properly clothed again. "I am very sorry, sir, but I fear Mr. Hollard is still indisposed," he explained as he returned to the horse's side, attentive and polite as ever, if a bit tired by now. "I tried to contact him, but he did not respond." Neither did Nathan for that matter.

"Oh, well. It can't be helped, I guess."

He was taking being stood up rather serenely. "I'm afraid the office will close soon too. Maybe..." he hesitated, fearful of what he was about to offer. "Maybe it would be best if I got you back to your hotel? I'm sure Mr. Hollard is deeply regretful of this inconvenience and will see you as soon as possible!"

"Indeed," Crawford agreed, checking his watch, before standing up. "Waiting for the old dog is a waste of time. I might as well turn in. But..." On his way to the door, he stopped at Perry's side, putting a gentle hand on the cat's cheek. "Today has been anything but an inconvenience, Perry!"

The feline smiled tiredly, then followed the horse outside. "Thank you very much, Mr. Crawford! I certainly enjoyed spending time with you!"

"Ash," he suddenly corrected, startling Perry for a second. "Everyone who's had their nose up my ass can call me Ash!" he laughed, patting the boy walking beside him on the shoulder.

Perry blushed, but acknowledged the friendly gesture nonetheless, "Well, as you wish, Ash..." Being this informal with a man like Ashton Crawford still felt a bit weird, but the cat was glad to have made such a positive impression. As they went down the hall towards the elevators, Perry asked, "Should I deliver a message to Mr. Hollard, or would you like to reschedule a meeting to--"

"HEY, PONY!"

While Mr. Crawford turned to see where the sudden call came from, Perry froze in place, his fur bristling. He recognized this sharp, strident voice immediately and he could literally kill the small fox twice over right now! How could he approach this important man so impudently?! Didn't he know who this horse was?! Admittedly he was wearing rather casual clothes, considering the place, but still, you could expect more discipline and awareness from the chief accountant! If this little, insolent moron would anger Mr. Crawford and ruin everything Perry went through today to humor him, then...!

"Limon?" the stallion realized perplexed.

"You're in town and don't even give me a call?!"

Confused Perry looked from the tiny, yellow fox to Mr. Crawford and back. "You know each other?"

"Ah, yes..." the horse admitted awkwardly. "We are already acquainted." Then he quickly turned his attention back to the fennec. "I just got here this very morning and was rather occupied until now. But it's good to see you again!"

"Well, you know how to catch me if you need anything!"

Crawford nodded abashed. "Of course! But actually... Perry here has already taken good care of me." He took a step closer to the elevator. "I was just about to return to my hotel, but maybe we'll get a chance to catch up. I'll be here for a few days."

"Yeah, maybe..." Limon said. He wore his usual feisty grin, but his tone was a bit more reserved than was typical for him. "Anyway, it's good to see the new guy is finally making himself useful!"

"Right..." Crawford cleared his throat. "Anyway, I should be on my way now. I have some sleep to catch up on." The fox gave him a lax wave, before the horse turned to Perry. "Today was really beautiful, Perry, and I hope to see you again when I return to talk business with the old dog."

"So you don't need me to carry you back, Mr. Cra-- uhm, Ash?" he asked, not dashed at all about the prospect to finally call it a day. He feared that it showed, but the fact was that the cat was utterly beat. And rightfully so, in his own estimation!

The stallion laughed. "No, Perry. I've hogged enough of your time for today. I'll just call a cab. And this time I won't let you change my mind!" He waved at the feline, smiling warmly as he finally headed for the elevator. "See you, Perry. Bye, Limon."

Blushing, Perry waved back until the elevator door closed. Then he noticed the smaller fox walk up beside him. "Where is Mr. Hollard? We have been waiting for him all afternoon," he asked, keeping his composure. The fox, even if snappy, was usually a laid back guy, but he was still technically Perry's superior!

Limon shrugged. "Dunno. He didn't have any appointments today as far as I know. Though I'm not his secretary!"

"He said he was going to join you in the accountant department. Apparently there was a big problem that he needed to handle himself."

"What problem?" the fox asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've been away from the office for most of the day, dealing with the revenue board and getting the boss's car cleaned. There are no problems in my department!"

Puzzled Perry tilted his head, looking down at the fox, searching for answers. "Then why did he say that? It seemed urgent. I was supposed to keep Mr. Crawford occupied until the situation was cleared and he returned." The fennec suddenly snickered. "What?"

"Let me guess: Ash was a super important business partner and you had to brownnose him real bad?"

The cat stared at him, his tail flicking behind him, flustered. "Y-yeah... all day long in fact," he admitted, though left out how literally Limon's words could be interpreted. "How did you know that?"

Limon laughed again. "Ah, shit! He really pulled the 'VIP client' on you, huh? Hehe! You're lucky though, Ash is a really nice guy. When Hollard did this crap to me when I was new here, I got set up with a really overbearing civet. Man, that douche really liked using his claws..."

"W-wait, what?!" Perry blurted out, realization slowly dawning on him. "You mean this whole thing was staged?!"

"'M afraid so."

"That's..." Perry blinked in disbelief. It actually made sense. Shit, it made a lot of sense, now that he thought about it! "Fuck! Was Nathan in on this as well? The rebooking of the hotel?" he groaned enervated. Heck, Hollard was very well cunning enough and definitely able to conspire such a scheme. "So then that means Ash is not a highly important client? Is he even a client at all?!"

"Oh, he is a client here," Limon confirmed. "Though our annual water bill is higher than his financial affiliation with the company, really. We basically just handle some of his real estates. The most 'important' connection between him and the boss, is their mutual fondness for fly-fishing!"

"Huh..." Perry made, stunned, processing the day's events and this new revelation in his mind.

"Don't beat yourself up about it, greenhorn. Apparently this is something of an initiation rite here. So, on that note, welcome to the team!" He patted the flummoxed cat's back as he continued his way, leaving Perry standing in the hallway. "Seeing as you're quite worn out, just be glad you're through with it. And after only a single day at that. My civet got us a double room for the duration of his stay here. Boy that was a tough week! Anyway, see ya tomorrow."

"Erm, what?" the cat asked, finally returning to reality. But the fox was already at the elevators. "Hey, wait! What's that supposed to mean?!"