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"Now sir, if I understood you correctly, you broke one of our Ramses Brand Egg Beaters while trying to whisk an ostrich egg with it?" the young stallion asked, his tone incredulous as he repeat the information given to him, for clarity.

His second call of the day had come as a transfer from one shaken girl from the Seller's Department, asking to speak to someone over at Item Support, and he'd been listening to this...gentleman, ranting and raving about their Egg Beater breaking for about fifteen minutes now.

The young colt was trying very hard to bury his amusement under his 'customer service' voice, but the comical blustering and snorting from the other line made it very, very hard to not at least chuckle a little.

"YES!" The bull on the other line bellowed again, his meaty fist slamming on the counter top of one of his cool stoves. "I bought a new set of kitchenware from the Ramses Durable and Easy Kitchen Appliance pack, which have rave reviews, yes?" he asked with a bite and huffed at the acknowledgement from the young rep on the other side. "And when I go to make an omelette for one of my inconsiderate, entitled, FUCKING WHITE COLLAR CUSTOMERS, WHAT HAPPENS? Your fucking egg beater breaks! IT SAYS UNBREAKABLE! CAN WHISK ANYTHING!" he roared.

"You are correct sir, our Ramming Whisk-All 500 CAN whisk virtually anything..."

"YOU CAN CALL YOUR PIECE OF SHIT ITEM WHATEVER YOU WANT! IT FUCKING BROKE!" the Bull bellowed, interrupting the representative. "I have a fucking dignitary staying in this fucking hotel, coming to my fucking restaurant and the son of a bitch demanded an expensive, hard to find, MOTHERFUCKING OSTRICH EGG! So I have this asshole asking for things us normal folk don't even think of, probably going to FUCK with MY career if I don't deliver, now do you think it FAIR that I FAIL because of YOUR COMPANY'S INCOMPETENCE!? DO YOU!? I HAVE EGG DEBRIS EVERYWHERE! THE PIECES OF METAL OF THE FUCKING THING INSIDE MY EGG! WHO THE FUCK IS GOING TO REPLACE THIS, HUH!?" he continued, huffing and snorting into the phone.

"I very much do agree sir, and I apologize, we here at Ramses value ourselves in the quality of our products, and you did use our Whisker 500 within reason," the stallion answered back calmly, the ear of his headset pulled back to try and protect his sensitive ears from the bellowing of the customer, and biting his lip at the sight his coworkers made as they gathered around to listen. "Did you buy the warranty policy, sir?" he asked, looking at his computer screen and internally wincing as he clearly saw that he didn't.

"WARRANTY!?" the bull replied in a shout. "I want my money back! You FUCKERS just cost me time and money AND an Ostrich egg!" he growled. "If you can't freaking do this for me, get me someone who can! Some stooge who fixes the damned things, a manager, an Ostrich farmer, anyone! JUST FIX IT!" the bull ranted.

The young stallion sighed in relief.

"Yes sir, I have just the thing for you." He replied, sweet and smooth.

The blonde horse pressed the red button under his desk with a vengeance, relived that he would no longer have to listen to the yelling from the other line, only feeling somewhat bad for the Bull; how can someone fuck up beating an egg? He'd had to have done something with the Whisk to break it, he had one himself and he even used it with Play-Doh once! "Please expect someone soon, sir. I do advise you to give our warranty and refund policy a glance before they arrive. It's been a pleasure to assist you, thank you for calling the Ramses Customer Service Line, have a nice day!"

Another satisfying button press and the stallion disconnected the line, laughing as his colleagues clapped and hollered.

"Who wants drinks after?" he asked, slumping into his chair with a sigh and a toss of his mane.

The Bull slammed both of his fists onto the counter top, letting out a groan of anger and despair. He could not believe this was happening. He'd heard many good things of the Ramses brand from his colleagues, and now here he was, left without his stupid egg and his stupid whisk.

He stared at the mess blankly - the metal bowl and the surface around it was splattered with the remnants of the giant egg, most of it had flown up into the kitchen hood above it, the yellow yoke the worst of it as it had fallen on his snout, slack-jawed as the electric, red and silver gadget had fallen apart in his hand.

There was nothing of it left.

He sighed once more.

"Excuse me sir, would you be the Head Chef of this establishment?" A voice asked.

Said Head Chef moved his golden eyes from the mess on his kitchen counter to the doors that lead into the dining room proper and did a double-take.

A large ram stood there, looking about the kitchen in slight curiosity. The male was dressed to the nines in a formal suit and trousers, his hands held neatly behind his back, which he appreciated, most people wanted to poke, prod and touch in his kitchen. The ram's perfectly black horns contrasted against snow-white fur, curling backwards over his head, and around again in a near full circle, the sharp points angled ever so slightly up. A hairless face of a slightly lighter grey shade - decorated only with a beard on the chin - sat between them, and a pince-nez rested on top of a broad caprine nose. Two ears flexed out at right angles on either side of the face, and his eyes were a calm green.

Once those eyes met his however, the bull felt himself shift to his full height, standing ramrod straight as a shiver traveled down his spine. He noted that his own height, horns and all, matched the ram perfectly, though he won in the broad-muscle category.

"Yeah, that's me, what do you want? Kitchen's not open to the public," he replied with a curt, but tired tone.

"My apologies my good man, I'm from Ramses Appliances, I am the 'Ram' as it were," the goat-man replied, an amused grin on his face as he provided his introduction, said in such a tone that said he'd repeat it a million times and he never got tired of saying it.

That was a passing thought however, for the bull saw red the moment he acknowledged the name given. Without thinking, he rushed the Ram, a bellow and snort of anger flowing out of his snout harshly.

Just as quickly however, the bull choked as he suddenly felt his horns scrape the ceiling.

"Urk...ugh..." he gasped, clawing with his blunt nails at the iron-gripped hand around his neck. The ram had easily picked him up and was holding him over his head, his cloven legs flailing in the air as he attempted to breathe.

The ram sighed.

"Oh dear, my apologies my good man, it seems I've given you the wrong impression, I am not here to be your punching bag, no no," he chuckled. Those calm green eyes had changed to a terrible red color, sharp teeth showing in that crooked smirk and if the slight sting against his neck told him anything, there were claws casually digging into his flesh."A bit funny us rams, usually always something just a bit off with us you know," he added as if talking about the weather in a deep, cultured tone. "I will now be putting you down, and you will not try this again, are we understood?" he asked, those eyes boring into his own.

Now he knew what that shiver was: Pure Fear.

He nodded rapidly.

Just as he was lifted like he was nothing, the ram sat him down on top of the counter nearest to him, the bull coughing and gasping for air as he finally could. He cared little that he was being made to sit on his work area like a child.

"Here," one of his water glasses appeared in his vision, filled with water and he took it. "Slowly my good man, slowly," and then drank it, slowly, trying to calm his harshly beating heart.

"Who...are you?" he finally asked, staring at the ram whose eyes had changed back to that green color, though that smile, so full of sharp teeth, and the casual brush of a sharp, black nail over a curved horn provided the reminder and warning that he needed.

"As I said, I am a representative of Ramses appliances, you may call me Baph, my subordinates certainly do," he chuckled, producing a business card from thin air in a whisp of black smoke and handing it to the bull. "And you, my good man?" he asked.

"Bruno," the bull, Bruno, replied.

"Bruno! My, you certainly look like a Bruno," Baph chuckled, getting up close to the bull, standing between his open legs, his hands laying on top of his trunk sized legs. "Yes, yes, definitely a wonderful cut of beef," he added appreciatively, those eyes roaming the muscular physique of the bull, clad as he was in his white and grey uniform. "Now, dear Bruno, I hear my Ramses Whisk-All 500 failed you?"

Looking down at the ram, the card in his hand and then the ram again, Bruno thought not only had the whisk broken, but he probably smacked his head at some point, he had be dreaming, right?

Right?

"I...yes, yes...it..." he looked over to the mess that was his stove and sighed, the ram following his gaze and simply tutting at it.

"My sincerest apologies then, truly, we do always pride ourselves in our quality after all," Bapth moved towards the mess, his own hooved feet clipping on the tiled floor of the kitchen, eyes roaming over the mess of egg and metal over the stove. "I shall definitely see that you are refunded and compensated proper..."

Both to his dismay and fear, the ram had gone rigid as he stared at the bowl of ruined egg and beater, and the lights inside the kitchen seemed to flicker and dim, shadows almost dancing and rising from the corners.

"Is...is something..." Bruno gulped, staring at the demonic entity with wide eyes.

Baph turned, eyes scarlet and mouth smoking - literally smoking, black smoke was wafting out of his mouth - and stared at Bruno, about to probably damn him to hell with a scathing retort, before the doors to the kitchen slammed open.

Bruno could suddenly breathe better as they both turned to the intruder.

"I have been waiting for the better part of an hour out there, told that you were one of the best five star chefs in this area, that you could prepare the fluffiest, richest, tastiest omelette this side of the city bridge, and here I find that not only are you not cooking, but you're sat like a lump in here! With, what, a salesman?!" the fox that had sauntered inside snidely said, staring at them both with disdain, his long snout up in the air.

The bull stared at the ram who had zeroed in on the fox, his eyes still red.

"I do apologize my good man, I am with Ramses Appliances, and Bruno here is one of our clients, he had called to report a faulty item and I have come to investigate," Baph replied, acting as if absolutely nothing was wrong and as polite as can be, pushing his pince-nez back up his nose.

The ram walked to and pulled at Bruno, who moved easily and stood up, both males towering over the small fox.

"And you are?" the ram asked.

The fox spluttered, staring at the horned goat in disbelief. Bruno sighed.

"This is Anton Bradley Fenton the Fourth, he's the heir to a local hotel chain," Bruno replied, standing in the middle and almost between the ram and the fox.

"Ah, yes! Fenton Hotels, marvelous! Why, we have had profitable business since your Great-Great Grandfather, wonderful man..." Baph sighed, a handkerchief appearing in his hand that he used to dab at his eyes. "...was sad to hear of his parting, heard he went in his sleep," he added, a hint of a gleeful smirk on his snout that only Bruno could seemingly identify as the fox was too busy preening.

As if the Ram knew something no one else did.

Gods but he wanted to go home and drink.

"So then you know that my time is precious, Mr. Ramses," the fox said and those eyes flashed red again and Bruno took two steps back.

He was not going to help this moron. At all.

"Please, Mr. Ramses is my dearly departed sire, may he...rest in peace..." the ram said through clenched, fanged teeth. "You may call me Baph, my good sir,"

"Yes, yes, my condolences and all that, I'm still rather starved here and expecting my promised food here," the fox said snidely, staring at Bruno as if he were a bug. "Will you be feeding me today, in the next hour or tomorrow? If the answer isn't yes and in the next fifteen minutes, I'll be leaving for the coffee shop next door, they'll be both speedy and good for my money," the fox spat out.

Bruno would have seen red, angry that this little piece of shit dared to talk to him like this, if not for the thunderclap caused by the ram clapping his hands together.

"You know, I think we're a bit tired of this charade, yes?" the ram said, looking up at Bruno with his red, red eyes. The bull nodded. "Let us then end it," the ram's voice had gotten deeper, the doors to the kitchen seemed to have gotten sturdier, while the fox remained oblivious, ears pinned back, thick tail in his arms due to looking for the source of the thunderclap.

He'll happily admit it, Bruno was excited now - forget the fucking whisk.

"I do believe I shall teach you the same lesson in humility your Great-Great Grandfather and I taught your Father some few years ago, I am shocked his children did not learn this lesson," the ram hissed, eyes scalding, horns blackening further and smoke flowing from his mouth thicker than before.

"Wh-wh-wha...hel-help-help me! HELP! HELP ME!" the fox wailed, his little voice cracking as he ran into the kitchen doors and slammed onto his butt with a harsh slap, both wooden doors not budging an inch. Bruno watched as the ram slowly clopped his way to the fox and gripped him by the back of his neck, shaking him by the scruff quite a bit before moving to slam him on top of the countertop that the bull had occupied, his black claws ripping the middle of the suit jacket and shirt to expose the bare, red fur of the fox's back. "Please, please, I'm sorry!" the fox wailed, fighting in vain to get away from the hand pressing on the small of his back.

"Yes, do go on, I do love it when they beg," Baph chuckled, having to put hardly any strength to keep the fox down. "It makes teaching all the better for me," he said, amused.

Whatever glee Bruno was feeling at the sight of the fox being manhandled was dampened as he caught on to what the ram was going to do, but what could he do exactly, they'd both probably end up the same way: pinned down, half-naked, ass up...

He gulped, putting his hands over his crotch.

"Dear Bruno, your thoughts are lovely," the ram whispered, his voice curling around his ears and brain like the smoke he emanated. "You have little to worry about for I am a ram of honor, you shall have your recompense for the stress caused by Ramses Appliances, I only ask that you assist me here," he crooned, patting the fox's still covered rump. "Come here," he demanded.

Without a second thought, Bruno began to walk towards the ram until he stood in front of him, the fox flailing legs between them. "Strip," was whispered into his ear and the bull obliged, taking off his uniform slowly, those red eyes roaming over every piece of exposed, brown hued skin. The look was appreciative, lustful, and Bruno flexed for the ram who let out a breathy bleat as he showed off his arms, broad chest and taut but rounded stomach, his pants coming off with an easy rip as he showed toned and thick legs and calves, his golf ball sized balls drooping down low due to the heat of the room, and his engorged, thick cock standing proudly in the middle of his crotch.

"Oh, my, my, my," Baph crooned, letting his hand rest under the bull's cock, his thumb lazily pulling the foreskin the bull sported up and down, causing the large male to shiver. "This is a lovely tool you have, my dear Bruno, such a wonderful curve, and this..." the ram leaned over, giving a deep sniff of the bull's blunt cock head and piss slit, a long, slim tongue coming out to taste at the pre that waited there, causing the bull to let out a breathy, deep bellow of pleasure. "...and we at Ramses know quality, this is Grade A Beef right here, Brad," the ram spat the name, still holding the fox down with ease. "Easily a modest six inches, but oh so thick..." Baph moaned.

"No, no, please, I'm sorry! Please let me go! I'll wait all you want, I'll settle for a sandwich even! Or nothing at all, I'll make a PB&J at home, pleaasee..." the fox wailed again, sniffling and crying and probably making a mess of Bruno's countertop.

The ram could only sigh, and snapped his fingers.

Steel came up and around the foxes wrists and snout, holding him down in place and silencing him, all he could move was his lower body, which the ram easily exposed with another swipe of his claws, exposing a lovely, plump rear, that quivered with fear.

Bruno was having second thoughts, again.

"This is what you cause to people when you use your status against them, Brad," the ram spat into the fox's ear. "You chain them down with your petty requests, all because you have money, all because of your borrowed power, you leave them feeling trapped, and helpless and weak, all because they need to perform well and know that if they do not, they shall be punished for it," he hissed, staring right into the tear-filled and red-rimmed face of the younger male. "Now you shall taste that punishment...and get some pleasure out of it I suppose, I'm not without some mercy," he smirked.

Bruno felt those eyes on him once more and gulped, his cock was rock hard and throbbing but his mind kept yelling at him not to do this; as inviting as that little fox rump was, he did not want to torture this poor fox.

"Is...isn't this enough...he's scared stiff..." Bruno managed to say.

The ram rolled his eyes.

"If you won't do it Bruno, I can easily do it myself, Bel only knows how frustrating this morning has been for me, I could use the release," the ram said, groping at the outline of his cock that was clearly seen through his trousers. "I'm willing to give you the chance to let out all that anger and frustration here, you know you need it," the ram added with a tilt of his head.

And Bruno knew that the ram knew it'd been too long since he'd had a good, satisfying fuck.

A good, willing, satisfying fuck.

"I can't do it," Bruno said with more conviction, the whimpers of the fox penetrating his lust fogged brain.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Baph hissed.

The ram suddenly gripped the fox by the scruff of his neck and pulled him off the table, picking him up easily and showing him to Bruno. The fox was fully nude now, his torn clothes having fallen off his frame once he was moved, and while he was shaking and clearly upset, his sheath told another story: he was rock hard, his red, fat canine cock was glistening with pre.

"Tell him," the ram bit out, shaking the fox by the scruff of his neck.

Bradley's eyes were glued to Bruno's thick tool, which throbbed at the fox in greeting, the fox's dick throbbed right back. Baph sighed, again.

"Do it!" the ram demanded.

"I...I...I asked for you because I really like your recent cooking segments, you make it sound really fun and easy to do and I managed to do your risotto almost perfectly recently, and you're really fucking sexy and I really liked your Apron-Only series online, and I've jerked off to you more times than I care to admit - eleven by the way - and I got my big brother to ask to move you to this hotel and be my hotel's cook so I could be closer to you but I got nervous and when I get nervous I turn into a total fucking bitch and I'm sorry and you're so much hotter than I thought you'd be and please, please don't let this guy kill me, I'll be your bitch, just don't let him kill me," the fox admitted, almost too fast for Bruno to follow, causing Baph to have to shake him on occasion to repeat himself.

The ram looked really annoyed at the moment.

"And there it is, his desires laid bare - he's a fucking child who pulls the pigtails of the girl he likes, can we please move on?" Baph bit out, glaring at Bruno and at Bradley in unison.

Both of them nodded.

"Great! And so our agreement is made!" Baph replied with a smile, his mood shifting back to gleeful, which caused the bull to get more than a little mental whiplash.

Bradley was placed back down on the table, the metal cuffs returning only for his wrists, leaving his snout exposed. Bapth then moved to the end of the fox, easily but gently pulling him up by his tail to expose his rump, his hard cock dripping down on the floor, leaning over the edge of the table.

Bruno stared at that exposed, winking bud and gripped his cock, sliding his foreskin up and down, letting his pre pool at the slit and spreading it over as much as he could, breathing heavily.

"I must ask Bruno, now that the little lord has exposed himself, what do we think?" Baph asked, letting his thumb rub over Bradley's hole before sinking it in easily, the fox letting out a loud, breathy moan because of it.

"...I have a soft spot for foxes, little guy is my type," Bruno admitted. "Even if he is a brat," he added.

"The youngest son of a tycoon, he has issues," Baph admitted, pushing his thumb deeper and then pulling it back out, letting two fingers sink into the hungry fox hole and letting the bull have an eye full of the fox searching for more as he pushed his hips back into it. "but clearly enough sense to know that what he's doing is wrong, a little fuck between friends is a lovely ice breaker," he added with a laugh.

Bruno grunted, feeling his balls churn out the load he carried.

"Ah, that won't do, hold on," the ram said, putting a hand on the bull's chest to move him out of the way, squeezing them for good measure, before dropping to his knees in front of Bradley's ass and letting his long, long tongue sink inside of him.

"Oh god, oh-oh god..." Bradley panted, digging his claws into the countertop as he felt that wet, warm appendage inside of him; it was glorious. "Oh please, yes," he whined, shaking his ass in the air, feeling a warm yet wet nose against him, feeling those deceptively powerful hands pulling him back and sinking that tongue in deep, just missing his prostate every single time. "Fuck me, fuck me please, oh god please," the fox wailed at the end, clenching hard on the tongue inside him.

For his part, Bruno saw an opportunity and took it: he stood behind Baph, letting his cock rest between his horns and the back of his head, before gripping those curved horns and ramming him forwards and back into Bradley, feeling the ram stiffen lightly before he gripped the fox's hips tighter, letting the bull use him as the tongue-fucking battering ram that he was, with Bradley letting them hear just how much he was enjoying this.

Never let it be said that Baph O.M. Ramses was not a team player. Or skilled and talented.

"It's so big, oh gosh!" Bradley panted, not knowing what was inside him now as he heard slurping, sucking and panting but felt like something large and wet was inside of him and then something long and sinewy, all he knew was that he didn't want it to stop!

Meanwhile Bruno was sliding his cock between the goat's head and horns, loving the soft, velvety feel of his fur against his heated skin, his foreskin getting pulled back and forth was he did it, his pre dripping down to the ram's snout and falling onto his tongue, helping to lubricate the fox as they went.

"Please...I'm going to come...please..." Bradley suddenly announced and then yelped in pain and pleasure when Baph gripped his cock between his knot and cock, as if telling him to stop any idea of doing so.

The ram tapped the cock on his head and heard the bull step back slightly, the demonic male sliding up to stand with grace and poise.

"First and last, yes?" he told the bull with a pointed yet lighthearted look before stepping to the side, holding the fox's tail to the side for him.

Bruno did not need to be told twice.

"Breathe," the bull announced, gripping the fox's hips with his much larger hands and pressing the blunt tip of his cock against his open and wet hole. He could feel Bradley quiver under him, could hear his shallow breathes, could see how he ruined his countertop with his claws.

And then he pushed, that tight, wet and velvety opening welcomed him in, both bull and fox moaning with the shock of entry, Bradley gripping that whole cock-head in a vice-grip while also pushing back for the rest of it.

"Fuck me, fuck me you big, fucking stud!" Bradley moaned out, feeling the bull's body leaning over his back now as he started to sink his curved cock inside of him, the bull having the word breathe on repeat as he slowly sank himself in.

Baph happily watched from the side, still primly encased in his suit. A long pipe appeared in his hand and he took a long drag from the tip of it, the black smoke he had emanated and left inside the room slowly coming into the bowl at the end. The smoke curled, touched, caressed and invaded the two males in front of him, the stench and feel of their rutting filling the ram's lungs from the inside.

Oh but it was intoxicating.

"Fuck him, Bruno," Baph ordered, his eyes alight with glee as he watched the bull simply lean back and start to thrust his cock into the fox, always but not quite pulling out and then sinking in deep, deep enough that his balls continuously slapped the fox's cock as they did.

Bruno forgot everything save the fox under him - he pulled him by the tail and watched as his cock disappeared inside of him, felt as he was groped and rubbed by his insides, so tight and so wet and so warm; he bellowed and yelled like one of his ancestors in heat, rutting this tiny fox like he deserved. For his part, Bradley was hoping this was not his most vivid dream to date, if it was then jerk off number twelve to Bruno was going to definitely be one he would write about in his journal, demon goat be damned.

"I...please...want...to...see..." Bradley managed to say, begging to the ram that was nearby to let the cuffs go. Feeling generous, Baph did and the cuffs melted away, and without missing a beat, Bruno pulled out entirely, flipped the fox onto his back and sank him right back into his pelvis by his legs, both males letting out noises of pleasure as Bruno's cock sank right back into the fox, his head smacking the fox's prostate on its way in with Brad rubbing the bulge caused by the bull's cock with both fascination and ecstasy.

Baph was happy to be witness to it - to taste it.

He watched them go at it for much longer - Bruno moved to deep, shallow thrusts, the fox now hoarse from moaning and screaming the bull's name, that blunt head hitting him on the prostate over and over, the fox now on his side, his legs against the bull's shoulder.

He knew where to come for a wonderful show, and a pick me up, should he need.

As the last of the smoke was inhaled by Baph, he stood and inched closer to the males who continued to rut in front of him, the ram now forgotten. When Bruno sank his cock deep into Bradley once more however, he snapped. "Cum," was the sinful whisper that both males heard in their very cores, and so they did.

Bruno's balls tightened and squeezed out the biggest load that they could, the bull almost falling on top of the fox as his orgasm wracked his body, his hands almost failing to catch him in time, rope after rope of thick bull spunk filled the fox to the point of bursting, his stomach bulging lightly from both the thick cock and spunk. Bradley meanwhile had, bless him, passed out. The minute the order was uttered his knot had seemingly warmed and vibrated, giving him the most intense orgasm of his short-lived life, so powerful it was that he blacked out, the feelings of fullness and warmth the only things that followed him into an orgasmic oblivion.

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"Holy...shit..." Bruno grunted, blinking watery eyes down at the passed out fox.

The bull felt like something that he couldn't quite put his finger on happened, but he had no idea how to give it words. He slowly pulled out of the fox and stared at his ruined hole, at his cum that dribbled down and out in copious amounts, at the mess of cum the fox had made of himself and his counter top, and then at the smug and satisfied look on the ram's face.

He looked down at the clear, very clear outline of cock the ram sported and wondered if he had the energy to provide a rather pleasurable thank you for his...host?

"No need, my dear Bruno, I'm quite satisfied for the moment," the ram said with a wink and a long drag and exhale of his pipe. "It was quite wonderful indeed," he added.

Bapth moved to them both and simply leaned down as before - sampling Bruno's cum stained cock-head, the bull having to curb the urge to push the male away as his sensitive cock was cleaned.

"Lovely," the ram sighed contently, licking his lips as he finished, then giving the fox's opened hole a swirl with his fingers before trying more of the bull's spunk for himself. "Simply marvelous really, I do believe this is some of my best work yet," he said.

"Are...are you sure...I mean...?" Bruno asked, pointedly looking at the ram's dick.

Baph rolled his eyes.

"Oh believe me, I'll be fine, I have much more pressing matters to attend to," he replied. "Before I go however," with a snap of his fingers, a rattling noise occurred behind Bruno and he turned.

Right before his eyes, the ruined ostrich egg put itself back together, as if nothing had ruined the egg itself, as if he had not cracked it open hours and hours before.

"Where is your Ramses kit, lad?" the ram asked.

Bruno walked over to where he had left the rest of his supplies and handed it over, watching as the ram went over every single piece before taking out a brown box and opening it: it was the Ramses Whisk-All 500!

"What?" Bruno asked, brow furrowed and confused, he looked over and the ruined egg beater was still in the bowl.

"Exactly, and this is what I shall be finding out," the ram said, red eyes tinged with black. "I have a little mystery to solve," he admitted, staring back at the bull. "So do please accept my sincerest apologies for the hassle caused by this incident today, my dear Bruno, I will see where this farce of an item came from," he added, taking the metal bowl with the ruined beater into his hand and then making it disappear in a puff of smoke. "Do please call me if you have need of my services again, or if you have anything to say about this forgery," he spat the last word, the entire thing sounding like an order to the bull.

He nodded.

"Y-Yes, yes of course sir, Master Baph," the bull stuttered, feeling a smidgen of pride as those eyes cooled to green and a smile was provided to him.

"Ah, I'm so happy when a transaction has a happy ending," the ram admitted with a happy sigh. Baph then pulled the bull down by the ring in his nose and kissed him deeply, Bruno not even questioning where the ring had come from, only knowing that it felt right that this male devoured his thick tongue as if it were nothing, his cock trying valiantly to come back to life. "Mmph, Grade A," the ram huffed with a lick of his lips.

"S-Sir, please, are you..." a black-tipped finger flicked his nose ring and he quieted, watching as the ram ran a hand down Bradley's skinny stomach, where a similar gold ring appeared on his belly button.

"I hope you boys will have a wonderful time together, and I hope to hear from you again, if ever there is a need, Ramses Appliances will be there," the ram announced before giving a graceful bow. "You might want to get dressed," he added with a wink, before disappearing into his black smoke.

The sudden sound of voices outside of the kitchen had Bruno moving at an incredible speed for a male his size.

However, he did not want to imagine who would be stupid enough to make a fool of such a ram, and what the ram would do to them once he found them.