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\n\t\t\t\t\tamunCole was never bored at his job. The tall, athletic white-furred stallion liked what he did, even if it was just to pay for his tuition. The clothes store wasn’t some kind of thrift shop or low quality faux-trendy urban stores. He was working in a good-quality, yet affordable store. That meant no clients that were too wealthy and uptight, and no broke-ass douchebags either. There was no real dead shift, and he always found a way to keep himself occupied. When he wasn’t helping clients, he made sure everything in the store was orderly and clean, and the rest of the time was spent keeping an eye on the cash balance and the inventory. There was a real nice feeling of liking what you did for a job. Hopefully, whatever career he’d end up with would yield that same feeling, along a better salary.
The horse had been keeping his eye on a customer who had been wandering around the store, picking up a few articles over his arm. Slim, elegant and extremely attractive, he was quite the nice piece of eye candy, and brought Cole yet another reason to like his job. He was a white-furred fennec, with a little tasteful make-up and some Egyptian-themed jewelry. He was an easy 10, much hotter than most people seen in the store, or most people in general, really.
He prepared his brightest smile when the male made his way towards him, lifting his golden eyes towards the tall stallion. “May I use a cabin, please?” he asked. Cole gladly showed him the way, asking how many articles he had, noticing a few of these were intended for females. He returned to his desk, keeping an ear out for the sound of clothes shuffling in the fennec’s cabin. He peeked to the side when the door opened earlier than he thought, the effeminate male strutting out in tight jeans, with a long-sleeved shirt that left one of his shoulders exposed. “How does this look on me?” He asked the sales rep, meeting his gaze. The horse swallowed discretely. It looked amazing. “It looks really nice.” The twink nodded resolutely and returned to the cabin, while Cole tried his best not to have every thought in his head focusing on the thought of the young male stripping down, his tight, lean body exposed. Fuck.
The door opened again and Cole kept himself from snapping at the neck in its direction, as the canine walked back out, wearing a pair of hotpants better than most girls could, as well as a sleeveless top. “What about this?” He asked again, the stallion responding politely that it looked great, while thinking he’d love to rip these things right off his body. But the fennec wasn’t done. “This is a little loose, could you get me the size under?” He asked, while peeling the shirt off his chest, showing off his narrow, toned, flawless chest to the stallion and handing him the piece of clothing, his expression stern.
Cole was almost hyperventilating as he retrieved the shirt, returning to the changing cabin and gently knocking on it. Before he could announce himself, the door swung open, and the white stallion forgot to breath for a few seconds. The fennec was wearing nothing but a thong, with matching arm-warmers and garters, his hard cock sticking out of the small underwear. Leaning back against the mirror, he let his eyes do the talking as he glanced over the stallion’s body. Cole froze for a single second, before slowly, silently walking into the cabin, closing it behind him. The twink then moved against him, gripping his shirt and pulling his muzzle down into a kiss as he undid the buttons, the athletic horse eagerly kissing the sexy twink back, feeling his girthy cock already making his dress pants bulge out. The canine’s graceful paw quickly found the bulge, rubbing and squeezing it as their tongues rubbed each other. Cole helped the boy pulling the shirt off his muscular frame, before his own paws got busy stroking the well-groomed, exposed hips.
The stallion was way past wondering what was going on, or thinking about what would happen to him if his boss found out he had had sex with a customer in one of the changing cabins. Right now, his bare back was pressed into the wooden wall, his pants were opened and the kneeling fennec was slobbering over his huge, rock hard black cock, dragging his soft pink tongue over the heavy, musky length. Cole stroked his paw between the long ears, guiding the boy’s muzzle over his length and orbs, precum dribbling generously over the kneeling twink’s face as he worshipped the stallion’s impressive junk. He mouthed and sucked at the heavy black meat, his decorated eyes flashing sultry glances at the studly male before him.
“Jesus… yeah!” The white-furred horse muttered under his breath, biting his lower lip as the fennec’s suckjob brought him to orgasm, his paw gripping the male’s head, keeping his mouth low around his stiff, throbbing pole as he released his thick equine cum down the twink’s throat. The effeminate male hungrily swallowed the generous load, keeping his lips shut and his ears low. As he came down from his afterglow, the stallion released the fennec’s head, letting him withdraw as he swallowed the last mouthful of stallion seed. “Mmh… I really love horses,” the canine whispered. “I’m Etheras,” He added, introducing himself, the horse nodding, his own name slipping from his lips, between pants, “Cole.”
Both males were aware fucking in the changing cabin wasn’t the brightest idea, so Etheras slipped a piece of paper with his digits in Cole’s pocket, requesting that he’d call him when his shift was finished. The fennec had some business to attend to in the area, and was confident they’d manage to get back together before the end of the day. And as far as the stallion was concerned, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass. The twink had promised he’d let himself get fucked while wearing the thong and matching accessories he had first seduced Cole with.
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