Though Rumble hadn’t been exactly sure what would happen after his graduation, he was savvy enough to know he’d have to figure out how to start taking care of himself - as such he started looking for a job. Sadly for him, finding employment in Ponyville wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. Most ponies held onto their careers until they retired, meaning he had to broaden his horizons. Fortunately, after asking around, he was able to land an apprenticeship in Canterlot with Hoity Toity.

Rarity had been kind enough to put in a good word for him, and vouched for him with her fellow tailor, so getting the gig hadn’t been too much trouble. Truth be told, with his tutelage scheduled to last the entirety of the summer, he was overjoyed to experience new things and spend some time in the capital - sure, he was leaving his friends and family behind, but it was only for a few months. After having made his preparations, packed his things, and bid his adieus he boarded the train and departed for the seat of the Empire.

After several hours of tedious boredom, with his excitement mounting by the minute, he finally arrived. Canterlot was far, far larger than the relative backwater of Ponyville, leaving him stricken by the sprawling city. He’d only ever visited the capital once before, as a colt, but he’d been too young to remember much. Trotting off the platform, fishing into his trusty satchel, he retrieved the map to Hoity’s shop.

So far as he knew, his to-be employer mostly worked as a fashion critic, although he did own and operate a shop for an exclusive line of products he produced. While Rumble wasn’t exactly sure what manner of garments the stallion made, he wasn’t too concerned - after all, landing a gig with somepony of renown was an opportunity too good to pass up. Following a somewhat protracted stroll, navigating his way through the streets, he found himself before his opulent destination.

Seeing himself into the boutique, he got his first good look at his new workplace. The first thing to strike him was how small the shop was, only being roughly half the size of Rarity’s store in Ponyville; the second curiosity took him several minutes to notice, and it really left him at a loss - all the garments he could see, from the apparel on the mannequins to the neatly hung attire on the walls, seemed to be made wholly for stallions. Trotting over to a dummy, inspecting a somewhat garish and very provocative parody of a cowboy outfit, he failed to hear hooffalls approaching him.

As he turned in place, Rumble’s jaw nearly hit the floor. There, standing not but a few paces away, was one of the biggest, most handsome stallions he’d ever laid eyes upon. Towering over him, at least three times his size, the bronco’s pewter coat and silvery mane were unmistakable. He’d heard about Hoity Toity before, and even seen a few pictures in magazines, but he would never have fathomed how absolutely awe inspiring actually meeting the couture would actually be.

“If I’m not mistaken, you must be Rumble,” Hoity intoned, dipping his head and peering at the relatively diminutive pegasus.

The deep, sonorous tone struck Rumble like a gong, only eventually reminding him that he was standing before his employer. “Y...yeah, that’s me,” he stammered, anxiously extending a hoof.

Maintaining his impassive expression, wholly ignoring the proffered hoof, Hoity lazily trotted around his guest. He’d been to Ponyville on several occasions, travelling to the small village several times a year to buy outfits from Rarity, so he’d seen Rumble before, though he hadn’t known the lad’s name until recently. Frankly, after he’d neared that his impending apprentice was none other than the little pegasus, he’d been overjoyed.

While it was a bit shameful to admit, he’d always had a fondness for small, svelte stallions - as a matter of fact, when he wasn’t attending fashion shows or acting as a consultant, he was designing apparel for such ponies. It wasn’t like he expected anything to happen between them, since their arrangement was a formal one, yet he certainly wasn’t opposed to having some eye candy around the shop. Appraising his charge from top to delectably cushiony bottom, he eventually stopped and shook his guest’s outstretched hoof.

“Charmed,” he began. “I trust your trip went smoothly?”

Rumble nodded, feeling as though his mouth was full of sand. The stud stood nearly a full head and shoulders taller than himself, making him feel smaller than he already was. Despite himself, realizing how wholly inappropriate it was, he found it difficult not to peek at his host’s loins. The sensation of standing there, being studied by the stallion, had made his heart flutter. If he’d only known just how stunning his new boss was, he may have been better prepared.

Ever since he could remember, he’d always had a bit of a weakness for larger ponies - stallions in particular. Though he couldn’t put his hoof on exactly why he was so enamored with big broncos, he assumed it had something to do with his brother’s relatively massive size. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have a few select issues of Playmare Magazine stashed under his mattress, specifically chosen for their spreads of colossal hunks, which didn’t help matters any.

To make matters worse, his build stood in stark contrast to his preferences. Having blossomed into a young stallion himself, he hadn’t grown much since colthood. His frame was slender and slim, with the exception of his rear and thighs. Be darned if he could explain his somewhat abnormal physique, but he’d been mistaken for a mare on a hoofful of occasions - that being said, given his sexual preferences, it wasn’t exactly like he minded.

Silently waiting for a reply, wondering if his guest was nervous or possibly slow, a sudden movement at the pegasus’ groin drew Hoity’s attention. Behind his shades, his eyes widened ever so slightly. As inconceivable and completely unexpected as it was, his guest’s colthood was steadily emerging from its sheath; the sight could only mean one thing, the lithe stallion was the best kind of excited.

With his question left unanswered, inspired by his assistant’s growing arousal, he slowly wheeled around and trotted towards the back of the shop. While he could never have guessed he’d find himself employing a positively adorable and enthusiastic youth, he was immeasurably pleased with the unforeseen development. Waving for his guest to follow, innocently putting a bit of extra swing to his tail, he ensured the young pony got a clear view of his tush and package.

Following behind the massive stud, Rumble swallowed hard. He’d been captivated by the stallion’s smooth voice and stunning good looks, but the sight of Hoity’s sculpted backside and meaty balls set his mouth watering. Unable to look away, mindlessly trailing his employer, his thoughts wandered into lecherous waters. Given the profound size of the stallion’s equipment, he couldn’t fathom how productive the massive earth pony was! Lost in his thoughts, heedless of where he was going, he failed to notice he was being watched.

“Is everything alright?” Hoity hummed, fighting back a smirk.

Sure enough, the little femcolt had been fixated on his rump for the better part of a minute - for goodness sake, he hadn’t even realized he’d been lead around the shop twice. Clearing his throat, snapping the lad from his doubtlessly lust-driven stupor, he piqued a brow. Having an employee who was interested in him was all well and good, but he wanted to see just how enamored his guest was.

“I - uh -” Rumble faltered, tearing his eyes from the stallion’s dark, weighty nuts.

“Come now, something clearly has your mind. Speak up,” the couture tutted, turning slightly to the side.

The move was calculated but subtle. Though he hadn’t directly faced his diminutive visitor, he’d shifted just enough to give the little pegasus a view of his hardening length. As his semi-flaccid shaft came swinging into view, the svelte stallion’s mouth hung open in shock. Even for a stallion his size, he was exceptionally well endowed - a fact that he relished revealing to potential playthings. The awe on a pony’s face, after he’d revealed just how big he really was, was simply priceless.

“What’s the matter, cat got your - Oh...I believe I see what the problem is,” he continued, feigning ignorance. “This isn’t going to be a problem, is it?”

“What?” Rumble blurted, only then realizing he’d been staring at the monstrous log of flesh hanging between the stallion’s thighs. “No! I didn’t - um - it’s just that -”

“Please it’s nothing to get worked up over. You’re hardly the first stallion who found themselves at a loss seeing my -” Hoity cut himself off, flexing his hips and slapping his cock against his belly. “In my experience, there’s only one thing to help with situations like these.”

“Situations like…” the pegasus fell silent, watching the stud rear back and place his forehooves onto the front counter.

“Come on then,” the titan purred, nodding down to his crotch. “Can’t have you flitting around all day while wondering about my package, so you may as well get it out of your system.”

It was the perfect ploy. If his guest took the bait, showing a bit of initiative, he’d gain something more than an apprentice for the summer - that was, if the lad took the bait. He fully realized that his endowment could be just as imposing as it was wondrous, so there was no guarantee that his pint-sized visitor would do anything more than look. Smiling genially, he silently waited.

Before Rumble could speak - heck, before he could think, one hoof moved forward, then a second and a third, until he was inching under his host. Given the stallion’s prodigious size, paired with his relatively diminutive stature, he was able to walk directly under his host with relative ease. Transfixed by the gargantuan limb, licking his lips, he followed his sinful instincts.

Moving closer and closer, drawn by the monstrous cock, the first thing to strike him was the heavenly aroma. Heavy and masculine, the pleasant musk sent a shiver down his spine. He’d realized that some stallions smelled particularly nice, but he’d never had an olfactory experience like this. Coming within a hair's breadth of Hoity’s shaft, feeling its warmth against his face, he pursed his lips.

To say his boss’ stallionhood was beautiful would be an understatement. As gorgeous as it was large, covered in slate grey flesh, it was simply perfect - a bit intimidating, given it was nearly the size of his leg, but perfect nonetheless. His inhibitions withered, his pulse quickened, and his wings fitfully twitched on his back, as he gave the throbbing length a little kiss.

The sensation of being touched caused Hoity’s smile to broaden. Pleased to let the little pegasus indulge himself, he sighed contentedly. The lad was clearly young, only just an adult, and was more than likely inexperienced - as such, he saw no need to rush things. Considering they’d be around one another for several months, he’d have plenty of time to properly train his assistant in every possible way.

Licking and kissing his way down Hoity’s shaft, coating his palate with the salty, heady flavor of unwashed stallionhood, Rumble followed his nose. Coming to the base of the stud’s shaft, with his reservations at the breaking point, he buried his face in the couture’s nuts. He’d dreamt of playing out a scenario like this, of worshiping some behemoth’s goods, yet he’d never expected to live out the fantasy!

Gleefully humming to himself, he gently pressed his muzzle into the silken folds of flesh at the base of Hoity’s dick. Honestly, he didn’t know what to do with himself! While part of him wanted to go back and play with his host’s stallionhood, perhaps attempting to fellate the obscenely large thing, another part of him wanted to fondle and praise the pair of gargantuan balls; after a moment’s indecision, telling himself he could eventually do both, he settled upon the latter.

“Oh,” Hoity noted, sensing the lad’s focus on his nuts, “so that’s what you’re after…”

“M...Mmmhmm,” the pegasus softly murmured, muffled by the pendulous orbs.

Turning his head, peeking back at his guest, Hoity smirked. “By all means, I’d love to hear your thoughts on them - that is, if you’re -”

“So good,” Rumble groaned, interrupting his host, “and big.”

Extended his wings and softly stroked the stallionhood above him, he seated himself beneath the towering stud and went to work. Though he wasn’t all that experienced with sexual matters, only having fooled around with one or two of his friends back in Ponyville, his enthusiasm demanded he do everything in his power to please the titan. Reverently lifting and massaging one ball, while lavishing the other with his lips and tongue, he only then just realized how heavy his host’s nuts were.

Each testicle was bigger than his hoof, several times bigger than his own equipment, and had to be capable of producing an unimaginable amount of cum. What little hesitation he had waned, as he lost himself to the moment. Quietly moaning, imagining just how much foal-batter was stored in the pair of cum-tanks, a soft chuckle brought his ministrations to a screeching halt.

Rearing back, reluctantly removing his face from the stud’s package, he peered upward. The stallion was watching him, grinning from ear to ear, and the sight caused his heart to skip a beat - not out of fear, but because he looked genuinely happy. Despite the fact that he’d been all but making out with his would-be employer’s equipment, his cheeks darkened slightly.

“Feeling better?” Hoity tranquilly inquired, tilting his head to the side. The lad bashfully nodded, yet didn’t say a word.

Balancing on one forehoof, he reached up, lifted his glasses, and gazed down at the pegasus’ twitching erection. He’d had little doubt that his visitor was painfully aroused, but there was a certain theatrical element to his actions. As his eyes settled onto the pre-cum leaking colthood, forcing his grin to fade, he shook his head. Soon it would be time for the real show, but not before he put the lad in his place.

Pushing away, leaving the pegasus seated on the floor, he casually trotted around the counter. “What am I going to do about this?”

“D...do about what?” Rumble sputtered, shakily pushing himself up.

The sudden change of pace sundered the thrill, bringing his anxiety roaring back to the fore. Had he been in the wrong for sating his curiosity? Was it all some sort of perverse test? If he’d done something wrong and ended up being sent back to Ponyville, what was he going to tell his brother? Unsure of what to say or do, he nervously fidgeted in place.

Drawing out the moment, letting the tension rise just to the breaking point, Hoity stooped behind his counter and nonchalantly retrieved a small phial of elixir. The concoction was something he typically kept on hoof, just in case he found himself getting lucky with somepony, and it was a lifesaver. Not only did the potion allow virtually anypony accommodate his sizable stallionhood, but it made the experience much more enjoyable for the recipient.

“Your little problem,” he snickered, nodding towards the pegasus’ rigid prick. “I simply couldn’t have my newest employee attending any potential customers sporting something so unseemly.”

“I...I’m sorry,” Rumble muttered, shifting a hind leg to cover his shame. “I really didn’t mean to-”

“Ah ah ah,” Hoity interrupted, lifting the tiny bottle in one forehoof. “I’m sure this will help you out immeasurably.”

Trotting over to the pegasus, he presented the elixir. There was no way the lad could know what it was truly made for - then again, that was part of the fun. Toying with younger stallions, especially ones who seemed smitten with him, was one of his guilty pleasures, and his apprentice had practically been handed to him on a silver platter. Uneasily taking the vial from his grasp, his guest squinted at the tiny container.

“What is it?” Rumble asked, glancing up at his colossal host.

Leaning in, bringing his muzzle just before the pegasus’ snout, the corners of Hoity’s lips turned up. “It’s nothing to be concerned about, I assure you, but telling you exactly what it is would ruin the fun.”

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, his guest uncorked the bottle and downed the contents. There was no doubt about it, he was going to have a ball with his newest protege. Obedient, unquestioning, cute as a button, and openly lustful, the young stallion was everything he looked for in a plaything. Stepping to the side, he waved a hoof to the counter.

“How about you make yourself comfortable and let me help relieve some of that tension of yours,” he purred.

Without a second thought, Rumble flitted up and onto the counter. It may have been his imagination, or possibly the exceedingly licentious turn of events, but he could swear he felt hot. Wiping the sweat from his brow, fanning himself with a wing, he waited to see what the stud had in store for him. Though he couldn’t say what was about to happen, he was too excited to give it much thought.

“I said comfortable,” Hoity clarified, gingerly removing his glasses. The femcolt eased himself down, causing him to roll his eyes. “Try on your back, I need to see just how bad it is…”

As the pegasus rolled over, presenting his underbelly, blood surged to his cock. Sweet, merciful Celestia - the lad was even more alluring than he’d assumed. Lying supine, with his forehooves over his chest, his colthood was left on full display. Barely able to control himself, yet retaining his cool demeanor, he nonchalantly placed his hooves on the counter to either side of his apprentice’s hips.

“There we are,” he sighed, grinding his stallionhood over his guest’s comparably diminutive package. “Isn’t that better?”

Even if Rumble could speak, he had no idea of what he’d say. Staring down the mammoth length of dick was indescribable, and the weight of it was mind boggling, leaving him at an utter loss. The tip of the massive stallionhood nearly came up to his ribcage, and made his own endowment look pitiful in comparison. Peeking up, seeing the stud grinning down at him, he gulped.

“Now whatever will we do about this little thing?” Hoity asked, sliding his dick over the pegasus’ prick.

“I don’t - Mmmph,” Rumble moaned, gnawing his bottom lip.

As turned on as he was, it probably wouldn’t take much for him to pop - that being said, there was no possible way he’d be able to handle something as big as Hoity’s cock. He’d used a number of dildos on himself, but even the largest paled in comparison to the behemoth stallionhood resting against him. Totally beside himself, torn between his carnal wants and better judgement, he squirmed against the wooden surface.

“What if I…” Hoity hummed, rolling his hips back.

While it had only been a minute or two since his visitor had ingested the elixir, the tonic should have taken effect. Bringing the broad tip of his length to the lad’s pucker, feeling the relatively small hole wink against him, he snickered. He’d be shocked if the femcolt had ever wrangled with anypony his size, but he was about to fix that. Restraining himself, giving the taut entrance a small nudge, he grinned at his visitor’s face.

“Well?” he breathed, his voice no fainter than a whisper.

“W...well?” Rumble numbly repeated, too fixated on his situation to give it much thought.

By all the stars in the sky, he wanted it - no, he needed to feel it inside him. As foolish as it may have sounded, regardless of the logistics, he had to try - if he didn’t, he may not ever get another chance. It was like something out of a raunchy porno scene, and he was the star. Knitting his brow, steeling his resolve, he reached down, grabbed the fetlocks of his hind fetlocks, and spread his legs.

It was obvious that his prospective employer wasn’t bluffing him, but he had to seize the initiative. Even if he couldn’t manage to accommodate something so large, at least he could say he’d given it an earnest attempt - that and the possibility of getting laid on the first day of his job would make for a darn good story. Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, he locked eyes with the stallion.

“Rut me…”

“There’s a good colt,” Hoity murmured, slowly driving his hips forward.

Even with the potion’s aid, the endeavor took a monumental effort; fortunately for him, as well as his once-timid guest, he was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. With all the speed and unstoppable might of a glacier, pushed against the seemingly unyielding hole. It took everything he had not to force himself in with a single, ruinous stroke, but he wanted the lad to savor it - after all, once the hooks were in, he felt certain that the lad would be begging him for more. Finally, just as he was beginning to question giving his guest another dose of potion, his battering ram-like tip popped inside.

Both gasped, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. The sublime snugness, warm and supremely tight, struck Hoity like a gong, but his visitor fared far worse than himself; having never experienced something so intense, Rumble’s eyes drifted to the back of his head. Feeling something so impossibly large inside himself was insane, indescribable even, and he was astounded that he’d been able to manage.

It was only after a few moments passed did the pair share a look, nod to one another, and truly begin. The stud withdrew, leaving only the very tip of his member within the pegasus, before driving himself deeper. Though Rumble was unable to do much to reciprocate, a soft, whorish whimper escaped him. With each sluggish thrust, inch after inch of the gargantuan stallionhood crept deeper into the femcolt’s stuffed pucker.

Snorting lightly, struggling not to cut loose, Hoity gradually delved his guest’s behind. Without the elixir, the task would have been unthinkable; thankfully, with the concoction’s effects taking hold, he made steady progress. Each plunge worked him into Rumble’s untouched depths, reshaping the small pony to better suit his needs.

He genuinely couldn’t say what was more provocative - the sensation of the lad’s silken interior embracing him, or the positively delicious sounds the young pony was making. Bit by bit, little by little, he continued making progress - that was, until his medial ring bumped against his mate’s backdoor. The thick band of flesh marked the thick root of his tool, something perilously few could handle, and it was at that moment his self-restraint took a blow - not because he was nearly hilted, but because of what he heard.

“H...harder,” Rumble groaned, rubbing his belly with a forehoof.

As Hoity looked down, his pupils shrank to pinpricks. Within the pegasus’ gut, just beneath the light coat of fur, the imprint of his cock was clearly visible; the sight was awe inspiring and exceedingly hot, and knowing his pint-sized partner was eager for more nearly did him in. Swiftly bracing his hind legs, more than happy to oblige the request, he truly started to fuck.

Rumble’s eyelids fluttered wildly, as his body rocked forward and back with each thrust. Watching the obscene bulge disappear and reappear within his abdomen was easily the hottest thing he’d ever seen, but the angelic image of Hoity’s handsome face took a darn close second. As amazing as the sights and sounds were, the sensation of becoming a living, breathing cock-sleeve was excruciatingly rapturous.

He could practically feel his guts being rearranged, reorienting to accommodate the massive stallionhood pounding into him. His own feeble length swayed maddly at his groin, drooling pre-cum and bouncing with every thrust. Despite the intensity of it, barely able to comprehend how it could be real, he’d spoken the truth - he wanted more.

Though he couldn’t say exactly how long it had taken him to adjust, the unquenchable thirst of his lust spurred him onward. Given the stud’s depth, feeling those heavenly nuts slapping against his tush, he no longer had a reason to hold his legs apart - as such, he put himself to work. Extending his hind legs, locking his fetlocks against the giant earth pony’s hips, he drew his mate in.

As inexplicable as it seemed, he could tell he was getting close. Without his little stallionhood having been touched, the telltale signs of release blossomed within him. His heart thundered in his chest, his thighs trembled, and the air hitched in his throat, as he wildly bucked his hips towards the massive stud. He couldn’t care less if his host thought of him as a needy harlot, having lost himself to the depravity if it all.

Hoity grunted, gritting his teeth and thrusting harder and faster than ever. Driven into a rut-lust, realizing how badly his guest wanted to be bred, he lost control. Shuffling forward, leaving his thighs pressed against the counter, he placed his forehooves on the pegasus’ shoulders and pulled. The slight shift in positioning, paired with the increased force of his pounding hips, drove the final few inches of his length into his lover.

Feeling the trunk-like medial ring force its way into him, Rumble mewled out. He wasn’t sure what was better - knowing he’d been hilted by something so colossal, or the sensation of being plowed like a cheap whore. Having gotten the stud’s rhythm down, he bucked up with every thrust. There was no way he was going to be satisfied until he’d earned the titan’s seed, which is exactly what he planned to do.

Setting his jaw, Hoity tried and failed to stave off the inevitable. It was bad enough that he hadn’t gotten laid in months, but his visitor was a veritable feast for the senses. The gorgeous little pegasus was easy on the eyes, sounded precious, and felt downright divine, hobbling his normally impressive endurance immeasurably. Clamping his eyes closed, he did what he could to focus; unfortunately, the task was impossible.

His medial ring popped in and out of the lad’s battered pucker, sending bolts of pleasure through his massive frame. Though he would normally last much longer, he could feel himself starting to flare His balls pulled taut to his groin, preparing to unleash his virile load, as his shaft pulsed in tune with his heart. Teetering on the brink, praying he could hold out just a little bit longer, he was undone by two simple words.

“Breed me,” Rumble howled, succumbing to the blissful ministrations of the giant.

His prick twitched and sputtered cream over his chest and belly, with a few strands even painting his face. He’d heard that stallions could cum without touching themselves, but he’d never experienced it himself; try as he might, using different toys or playing with himself in different positions, he’d never managed to evoke the mystical hoof-free orgasm - that was, until that very moment.

Hearing the desperate plea, Hoity tipped over the edge. With one final, herculean thrust, he buried every inch of his considerable length within the pegasus, tightened his grip, and unloaded. Wave after seething wave of foal-batter surged through his throbbing shaft. The release was extraordinary, nearly overwhelming, but its effects were nearly catastrophic to his mate.

Though Rumble had only just climaxed, the influx of what felt like a scalding tsunami of jizz somehow caused his orgasm to redouble. Howling to the heavens, feeling his sanity slip from him, it was all he could do to remain conscious. Each shot caused his stretched pucker to flex just a bit wider, yet that wasn’t the only consequence.

Though he wasn’t fully aware of it, his stomach gradually swelled and distended outward. Pints of spunk rushed through his depths, filling him in an unbelievable way. Gurgling angrily, rounding and spilling over his waist, his gut sagged under the weight. Oblivious to his swollen form, lost to his ecstasy, his climactic braying only began to taper off when the stud’s climax started to subside.

Heaving air into his lungs, with sweat dotting his brow, Hoity wearily peered down at his mate. The poor little pegasus was in a sorry state, drunkenly gazing up at him, but that wasn’t the most captivating element - no, that would be the aftermath of his release. His guest looked positively gravid, and could easily pass for an expecting mare, holding what had to be liters worth of cum. Grinning, realizing they’d both be needing a shower, he unhurriedly unsheathed his softening length.

“Still with me?” he asked, causing the femcolt to nod. “Good. When I pull out, I need you to clench as hard as you can - if you don’t, we’re going to have one heck of a mess to clean.”

“O...ok,” Rumble croaked, feeling the stallionhood gradually escaping him. As the flared tip pulled on his backdoor, he winced. “On three - one, two, thre- Mmmph!”

As soon as Hoity pulled clear, he squeezed with all his might. Pushing himself up on his wings, peeking past his distended belly, he looked to his host’s face. Judging from the impressed look, and not hearing a torrent of spunk hitting the floor, he assumed he must have trapped most of the cum within himself. Awash in the post-coitus stupor and triumphant gratification of having bedded someone so large, he awkwardly attempted to slide from the counter.

Having quickly trotted to the front of his shop, locking the front door and placing a ‘Be back in 20 minutes’ sign over the window, Hoity returned to his beleaguered visitor. “Come,” he hummed, offering a hoof.

“I think we both just did,” Rumble weakly snickered, uneasily stepping to and leaning against his host’s side. “And I think we both need a shower.”

Hoity nodded, grinning down at his guest. “You couldn’t be more correct. Please, this way.”

Leading the way, taking care to help the little pegasus along, he smiled to himself. In the span of an hour, he’d met what had to be the most fetching assistant he’d ever had, and gotten a much needed lay - all that before any sort of formal introduction. Trotting along, gazing over at his guest, his flaccid cock twitched.

“So…” Rumble began, keenly aware of the sloshing in his gut, “you think we can do that again sometime - I mean, if you’re interested?”

“I’d be disappointed if we didn’t, since I haven’t even had you in a bed yet,” Hoity smugly noted, slowly making his way into the restroom.

Watching the stallion lean forward and turn the tap of the shower, Rumble gazed longingly at the stud’s fat nuts. “Yeah, I was hoping you’d say something like that…”