FSE

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"Hello, sir."

"Greetings, sir!"

"Oh, good morning!"

"Hey Mr. R, see you at the company game later?"

"Meeting at 5 today, Baph, don't be late!"

The greetings and comments of his subordinates came and went as the ram walked the halls of Ramses Appliances. All the men and women who worked here looked on at the ram with the respect, adoration and slight fear, all things that he enjoyed. He was friends with most of them as well, and why not? The transient little things were harmless, and a few were deliciously fun to mess with.

And of course it engendered loyalty. To the company, to the name, to himself.

And yet...

'Penthouse, welcome Mr. Ramses'

As he slowly stalked out of the elevator, down the winding hall full of portraits of his long line of sires, he couldn't help but wonder...

Who would dare to attempt to sell knock offs of their items to their clientele? Who would dare to sully their name?

"I vote for disgruntled, former employee, these little transients love their corporate big shot vs the little man stories," Lils deeply rich and seductive voice said through the speaker phone that sat atop his dark wood desk as he slammed the doors to his spacious office open.

"No one should be able to get through those enchantments, tampering is almost impossible," the ram replied as he took off his jacket and tie, his hooves sinking into the plush carpet with each step.

"And I should know, I made them myself," Levi's deep voice rumbled through the self-same speaker. "I hope none of your little trysts have come back to haunt us, little brother." He added with some bite.

Lils sighed, echoing the sentiment of the Ram who let out a burst of flame through his nostrils.

"Says the guy who thought it was a good idea to bring a date to a volcano and then show her a trick, eh Lev? Pompey LOVED you for that," Alice's youthful laugh echoed in the room as Lils joined her, the Ram himself smirking as he sat in his large, plush chair, the buttons of his shirt undone at the top as he relaxed into it.

Levi was thankfully silent.

"Anyway, Babsy, I'll look into it, okay? Uncle knows you have plenty to do, I don't think I've seen you dish out this much Karmic Vengeance in ages, I don't know what to do with most of it!" she cackled with glee.

"Oops," Lils added and they could all picture her grand smile as she thought of the chaos she loves to sow so that their siblings can rake it in.

Or be annoyed by it.

"I'll see what more I can find out through the Representatives, if someone is selling fakes, I'll keep finding them and when I do, shall I forward them to you, dear sister?" the Ram asked.

"You can count me Babs! Later!" she said in farewell.

"Same with me, I'll keep my ear to the ground, see if someone is bashing our little Babsy somewhere, ciao," Lils added then, her line audibly clicking shut.

"...yes, Levi?" the Ram asked.

"I really, really liked her, you know?" was all he said before he slammed his phone down, causing the ram to smirk.

Ah, Family.

He sometimes sorely wished he could live without them.

It was frustrating however - it had been two week_s since he found the faux item with the bull, and two others had cropped up since then: a blow dryer and a vacuum. And while the egg beater had been wholly faulty and not up to their standard, the other two _had been Ramses items, but with missing or improperly fixed pieces, causing them to malfunction.

He'd questioned the manufacturer, the Testing team, the shipping team, the deliver drivers.

Everyone confirmed business as usual. Not one lie among them. They knew he knew he would find out.

It was a mystery.

Normally, he loved mysteries.

"How annoying," he frowned, picking up the nearby remote to darken the windows to his back, and for the TV he had requested for his office to come down from a ceiling compartment and turn on to the news.

All Ramses exclusives, of course.

"All the gossip mags are all abuzz as celebrated chef Bruno and the youngest son of Fenton hotels were reportedly seen..."

The ram grinned widely, feeling the thrum of energy that had been flowing steadily through his body at the thought of the two newest additions to his little harem. It had been much too long since he had had anyone in that position, he'd forgotten how much energy the thrill of their sexual encounters provided him. It was like having the perfect scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day with a small slab of waffle cone to go with it.

"I should call dear Bruno and have him cook for me," he mused, changing the channel to something suitable to watch while he ruminated on the possible identity of the little thorn on his side.

Benjamin sighed as he knocked on the door to the one-story house, a Ramses brand Lick-em-up Dishwasher 900 sitting heavily next to him. It was his last delivery of the morning, right before lunch, and he hoped that Mr and Mrs Russell were not home today so he could just leave the package and come back later. Why? Light breakfast.

And he's a horse - breakfast should never be light. It was just one of those days.

The tall male knocked on the door right after ringing the doorbell, itching to just pack up and go and have the fucking meatiest sub sandwich he could find, his stomach kicking him harshly for the mental picture his brain provided.

"Just be patient Benjo, you can do this," he told himself.

"One second!" a voice called from the inside, annoyed and seemingly out of breath.

Benjamin sighed but nodded, standing up straight, clipboard gripped between his hands.

The locks sounded one by one until the door opened, and out walked the tiniest cat he'd ever seen. He coughed to hide the laugh/grin that bubbled up as he looked down at the other, while the feline had to look up at him.

"Uh, shit," the feline cursed, looking at the equine that stood on the porch from hooves to head. The horse was wearing an uniform: red shirt with an R logo, tight tan slacks and a cap to match, covering his long, auburn mane. Green eyes sparkled down from on high in amusement and the feline's heart gave a stutter. "Oh shit, oh wow..."

"I'm sorry, I have a package to deliver for Mr and Mrs Russell, they ordered a Lick-em-clean Washer 900 from Ramses Appliances," Benjamin greeted, keeping his voice polite as he tried not to coo at the cute feline who kept staring at him with wide yellow eyes.

"Oh, uh, yes, yes, they're my parents, um, they're out right now, guess that's why they told me to say," the feline replied, putting his paws out to take the clipboard to sign. "Did they pay already?" the feline asked.

"They did, I'm here for delivery and install, if necessary," the horse replied, watching as the feline went through the pages before signing.

"Well, seeing as I'm total trash with appliances, and if they paid for it, you can definitely come in and install it, Dad already took out the old one," the cat replied, singing the clipboard and handing it back to the very handsome horse.

"Gotcha, I'll get my tools then," Benjamin replied with a smile, turning towards his delivery truck and clopping his way to get his tools.

He chuckled as he caught the 'damn' the feline whispered behind him, letting his long tail swish to and fro to show his rather taut behind for them.

"Okay, lunch can wait some, at least an hour, maybe two," he told himself.

When Benjamin returned it was to find the feline sat on his porch, typing away at his phone. Their face looked bashful when their eyes met and they looked away quickly, causing him to want to just show the fuck off and damn work.

He liked being appreciated - what horse in his right mind didn't?

The feline was short, had gray colored fur with white tipped ears and tail, it was cute as hell. They wore a crop top and shorts, and while no hint of chest showed and the bulge was questionable, Benjamin still found himself enamored.

And then backpedaled.

"Check if they're not jail-bait first, you predator," his mind supplied.

"All right, I'm all set," he called as he got in front of the other, lifting his toolbox at them. "Think you could carry this for me, er..."

"Charlie, the name's Charlie," Charlie replied, voice polite as can be but too neutral for the horse to pick up on them.

"Charlie, eh? Call me Benji, most people do," he greeted, putting his hand out for Charlie to shake and watching as their tail swished to and fro as he dwarfed their hand in his.

"And sure, I can carry that for you, I think," Charlie added, putting both paws out to take the heavy looking toolbox.

Benji did not let it go until he was sure it would not be dropped, then watched as Charlie sped-walked into the house, his tiny tush making the horse just want to run after him.

"Focus, work first, cute little kitty later," he berated the bulge in his shorts. He was thankful that he had a sheath, and that the slacks provided little mobility, otherwise...

He sighed.

The horse grabbed the handles of the hand truck and tilted, wheeling the dishwasher through the thankfully ample doorway, stopping at the front entrance to see where he would go next.

"Charlie?" he called.

"Kitchen is to the left!"

"Got it!" he replied, pushing the dishwasher that way.

He found the feline sat on top of the kitchen table, all of the furniture that was apparently in the middle of the small kitchen had been moved closer to the right side of the room, towards the fridge, creating ample space for him to work on the left side where a giant gap where the old dishwasher would have been in.

"All right, time to work," Benji announced, looking over to the lounging feline who simply stared at him, kicking their feet back and forth. "I hope you don't mind helping some there, Charlie," he added, looking at the feline who seemed to be daydreaming.

"Oh, huh? Um...sure, sure, just...tell me what to do..." at that the feline seemed to blink and blush, biting their lip as they looked anywhere but at Benji. "I-I mean...um, just let me know when you need me," they added before disappearing behind their phone.

What followed was what Benji would later recall as: Not The Worst Building Montage he's ever had.

Charlie was at least helpful and willing, but they were clearly not mentally all present. And Benji, rightfully so, blamed himself. He caught the feline staring when he took off his cap and shook his mane out, felt more than one grope when he asked to have some help with tying both his mane and tail down, yet thankfully they managed to get the dishwasher installed, although...

"Well this is annoying," the stallion sighed, staring at the fully installed object.

Both the power and the water supply were connected and yet for all that he tried, the dishwasher would not pump out any water. He'd dismantled it and put it back twice: he found no blockage, no broken or bent pieces, nothing out of the ordinary.

And yet, it remained bone dry.

"Here you go," Charlie announced as they leaned over from the sink with a large jug of water, trying to see if manually inserting water might cause something.

It was just Benji's luck however that his Real Life Porn TM turned into a reality - as Charlie seemed to trip on their own feet and drop all of the water on him, soaking his shirt and crotch right up.

"Aw man!" the stallion moaned, managing to sit up and stand with only the slightest of slips, the feline spewing out apologies like a frizzed up machine gun. "Hey, it's all right, I should have grabbed it myself," he said, looking down at the sight he made.

And catching the dilated cat pupils staring at his exposed chest, nipples and stomach shown clearly through the fabric of his soaked shirt.

"You uh...I'm gonna go get you a towel and another shirt, okay?" the feline managed to say, keeping their paws close to the front of their shorts as they stared.

"Fuck it..." Benji thought as his stomach protested profusely, but the stallion was beyond caring, he needed to get this done. He gripped and slid his soaked t shirt off and threw it on the floor, letting his hands roam over his chest and slim stomach to get rid of some of the coolness before trying to salvage this dishwasher before he called it quits.

He did not expect the flying bundle of cat in his arms however.

"Oooph!"

"Oh my gosh," Charlie gushed, purring and kneading their thankfully claw-sheathed paws into Benji's chest, sitting pretty on the stallion's stomach as their eyes drunk him in. "I didn't think it'd work, my friends are so fucking stupid sometimes, but it did!" he grinned, like he'd caught his canary. "You're so sexy Benji, I haven't seen such a stud in forever, and you're all here and all mine," they giggled, their muzzle coming closer to the stallion's.

Who promptly grabbed the cat by the back of their shirt and stood, snorting in amusement, annoyance and slight arousal as the feline's eyes and mouth gave the best impression of an 'O' that they could.

"I'm here to do a job, kid, I'm not your fuck toy, I'm not some gigolo or call guy, I'm a Ramses Appliance Tech, got it?" he bit out, shaking the feline out to vent his frustration.

God, and he wanted to fuck this little shit.

"Oh, oh, I got it," Charlie gulped, staring at the wet slacks and the bulge within, then the stomach, pecs and stud of a horse in front. "Just...you know...I thought we could spend our time together better than with the dishwasher, it's installed, right? And they got the warranty, just tell your Supervisor that they had a faulty one or something," they added.

Benji could not believe what he was hearing, he really couldn't.

Worse off, he had a feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach...besides his hunger...

"Look, I just want to get my job done and go and get something to eat, okay?" he sighed, putting the feline down. "You're cute and all, really, but I don't have time for this," he added. "How old are you anyway?" he, finally, asked.

"Twenty-five, and yes I know, I don't look it, my Mom is this short too, all the little stools around are for us," they pointed out and the stallion internally sighed with how that made sense.

And of course the fact that he was not a pedophile greatly helped.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, really, just...wouldn't you go a little crazy, cooped up with your parents, Meowlr being a bust and seeing a stud like you walk in?" Charlie asked, looking at least somewhat contrite.

Benji had to agree.

"If they had a plate of beef nachos I'd probably fuck them in the entryway," he replied with only slight hesitation, his words causing the feline to laugh and light up. "Okay, fuck, he is cute..." he sighed.

Fuck, he hated being so indecisive.

"I definitely won't mention this to your Supervisor, though I'd love to give them a rave review for their sexy Tech guys," they giggled, waggling their eyebrows at the stallion.

And there it was again, that bad feeling in his stomach, Benji hoped it was just his hunger.

"Thanks, and don't mention it...seriously..." he added, feeling a bit warm down to his snout as he was continuously praised. He knew a lot of people found him handsome, but this blatant and open, somewhat innocent ogling was new, and very much welcome.

"Sure, sure, handsome," the feline grinned, sashaying closer to the stallion and letting their slim but fuzzy tail run down his exposed side. "How about you try to fix this thing and I order us pizza? With all the fixings?" he asked.

"Remind me to kiss you after I'm off the clock," Benji announced, causing the cat to laugh in shocked delight, grinning up at him. "Ah, what the hell..." he grumbled, leaning down to pick up the feline by his backside, chuckling as those large paws scrambled to find purchase on him before giving that slim feline mouth the kiss of its life, the purring sensation intensifying as Charlie melted into him, sat on his arm while his neck kept him close.

Fuck but he was about to burst out of his pants if they kept making noises like this.

"Oh...oh..." Charlie mewled, running his fingers through Benji's tied mane. "...that was better than what I was thinking..." they panted, the feline's grip tight on the stallion's shoulders. "I'm definitely telling your Manager or your Supervisor that you deserve a raise, and then some..." they added, letting one of their feet rub at the throbbing bulge the stallion was packing.

Benji's cock throbbed.

And then wilted as three sharp, loud knocks were heard on the front door.

"Uh..." the stallion stuttered while looking over to where the front door was, the feline looking curiously over as well.

"Wonder who that is? The 'rents wouldn't knock," Charlie muttered, slipping down Benji's body to start padding over to the front door to answer the incessant knocking on it.

A hand on their shoulder stopped them however.

"Don't...uh...don't answer that..." Benji whispered, his tongue feeling dry as the foreboding feeling in his stomach simply grew and grew.

"Why?" Charlie asked, head tilted in confusion and curiosity. Why did he have to be so cute right now?

And how could Benji explain without sounding like a nut job?

"I hope you gentlemen don't mind, but I let myself in." the cultured yet annoyed voice of The Ram suddenly said.

Benjamin and Charlie both turned to the doorway of the kitchen, staring at the half-dressed Ram stood there. Baph was stood there regally, his fur slightly wet and smelling of chlorine, black horns glistening due to the dampness they had absorbed. The ram was wearing a pair of black trunks that left little to the imagination if the bulge stored on its front had anything to say about it; it showed off his tone legs and hooves well, while his bare torso revealed two golden nipple rings that connected via a small, winding chain between his pecs, all the way to a third ring at his belly button.

His eyes, usually a placid green (or so Benji has heard), were a smoldering red.

The stallion gulped, the feline however could not keep his eyes off of The Ram.

"W-Who..." Charlie stammered, eyes blown wide at the sight of the virile, half-naked ram in his house.

"My apologies young one, I am with Ramses Appliances, the 'Ram' as it were," Baph replied with a hint of an amused smirked, giving the feline a small, at the waist bow before turning to the stallion with an assessing look. "Although it seems one of ours is already here, is there a problem?" he asked, his hooves clicking on the floor of the kitchen as he walked towards Benji who, despite being taller than the Ram, felt so very small right now.

"Uh...n-no, sir..." he choked out.

Those red eyes, that looked so very amused now, roamed over the stallion's bare chest and then back to the feline, who blushed and fidgeted. The Ram chuckled.

"I can see that...my, my, Benjamin, I never thought you for the type - pleasure before work?" The Ram tutted, and the stallion let out a deep snort of surprise/fear because The Boss knew HIS NAME.

Holy. Shit.

"Not that I'm too surprised, look at you," Baph turned towards Charlie, towering over the little feline and placing his fingers under his chin, giving him gentle scratches to feel him purr. "Such a pretty package, all large paws and slim limbs, I can imagine you'd feel plush wrapped around dear Benjamin's cock, hm?" he asked, causing Charlie to mewl/moan audibly, the ram chuckling in amusement once more.

Benji's cock throbbed once more.

"However...I'd like to know why I was called here, as you can see, I was enjoying my day off," the Ram added with a bit of bite, now running his hand over Charlie's ears, cooing as the cat purred and mewled at him, his paws and claws extending in pleasure.

His eyes pinned Benji, who stiffened.

"Erm...C-Charlie here...just...kept joking about...talking to my Supervisor, sir..." Benji coughed, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Oh?" The Ram asked, looking at the almost drunk feline. "And why's that, hm?"

"Have you seen him? He's really hot," Charlie admitted, causing Benji to choke on his own spit. "And he kisses really, really well," he added, rubbing his cheek on the handsome ram's fingers. "And the dryer won't circulate water, but I really don't care much about that..."

The feline huffed and his tail puffed up in annoyance as the fingers stopped, Baph moving to and standing in front of the dryer, glaring at it.

"Benjamin, this item was fully checked before you delivered it, yes?" The Ram asked with a severe yet calm bite.

Benji was wondering where the smoke coming off of his Boss' nostrils was coming from.

"Yes sir, as always, and I have the transcripts in my truck if you need them," Benji answered, standing ramrod straight and staring right at his superior's face, trying not to seem as spooked as he felt.

"Curioser and curioser..." Baph muttered, staring at the offending object, as if it would tell its secrets with only a look. "...before I complete this inspection, I suppose you boys will need to apologize for interrupting my daily swim, hm?" he turned to them, his voice and demeanor suddenly pleasant.

Benji didn't like it, not one bit.

"How so, sir?" he asked.

"I believe I interrupted you before you could break a few of our rules, didn't I, Benjamin?" the Ram asked, all sharp teeth as he sat on the kitchen countertop, his grin looking much fiercer than Charlie's cat catching the canary had been before.

"You...you...w-..." Benji's brain fizzled, his mind suddenly proving him a myriad of scenarios.

"Exactly that my dear Benjamin...I want you to destroy the little cat right in front of me, make them choke on your lovely stallion cock, stuff his plush rump with it, you know you want to..." Baph's voice echoed in Benjamin's mind.

"O-Oh...I...I don't think..." Charlie stammered, suddenly feeling very shy at the thought of the older, handsome and rather terrifying ram watching them...do things.

And yet...

"Oh but you poor, deprived soul...come now, let us in, let us worship you..." Baph's honeyed voice whispered, the feline's eyes shuttering as he mewled in need.

The Ram licked his chops at the heightened arousal the two before him exuded, very much improving his mood from having so forcibly been summoned from his rooftop pool.

And then Benji's stomach made itself known. Loudly.

"I...I'm really sorry sir, I uh...I really shouldn't..."

Baph sighed, annoyed.

"Mortals these days," he muttered. "What are your plans for dinner, Benjamin?" he asked.

"I...I haven't thought about it much sir, at this point I'd eat anything..." he replied, blinked then blushed. "Actual, edible food, sir," he quickly added. Charlie giggled.

"Fine," Baph snapped his fingers and a ticket appeared in his hand which he slipped into the back of Benji's jeans and gave his large, taut rump a squeeze. "Squats?" he asked.

"And plenty of running, walking and hauling, sir" Benji wheezed out, both because of shock at being grabbed and also because of the black talon digging into his stomach.

"Oh I bet," the Ram smirked. "Use that to get yourself anything your heart desires later, it is good for two, so you can feed little Charlie here when we're done, now, are you ready?" he asked.

Benji looked down and patted his stomach, the sharp pain he'd felt before left nothing physical behind to prove he'd been pricked by the claw, he only knew that his hunger was gone, replaced by another, deep need.

"Yes sir, I'm ready," Benji replied, turning to stare down at Charlie, who shivered.

Charlie bit his lip.

Benjamin wasted no time and undid his jeans, slipping them down and giving the ram behind him a clear view of his uncovered ass, his jockstrap of choice keeping his sheath and balls comfortably squeezed in and out of the way but letting his backside breathe. He ran his hands over his ample rump and showed his dark, glistening donut hole to his boss, who he could hear make a hum of appreciation behind him, before he stood tall once more, kicking the article of clothing to the side and letting the feline look at him in his almost naked glory.

"You're a natural," Baph rasped, pipe in hand as he let his smoke fill the room, watching Benji show himself in such a way, it reminded him of his dear friend Z back at the club, always the showman in his little jocks and thongs as he swung on the pole. He needed to visit. "Show me then, Benjamin, what you're made of," the ram ordered.

Charlie stared at the half-naked stallion with desire and glee, and a little bit of 'I hope this isn't a dream'. Benji was a lovely specimen of a bay horse, with small, pink nipples on his lightly fuzzy chest, a toned but small belly full of hair, dark brown 'socks and gloves' on his hands and hooves. He was an inviting combination of a homely stud, and he couldn't help but want to let their paws play with all of him.

Feeling bold, the cat stepped forward and hooked his fingers around the strap around his waist, tongue coming out to lick a strip from the top of Benji's stomach up to his chest before moving down, their height difference making it so that it was easy to just bend down and sniff and lick at the top of his sheath, the big stallion shaking but keeping his ground as the feline's wet tongue slurped at his musky pouch.

"Boys..." Baph's voice echoed once more and both young men turned, the stallion leaning on the kitchen table, his hands finding purchase on the firm surface while he spread his legs open, his hooves keeping him firmly steady while Charlie continued to lick, nuzzle and sniff at the pouch, both of them now showing off for their master. "Good boys, good..."

Not wanting to keep waiting, Benji tugged the pouch of his jock off and down, tucking it under his back while Charlie helped pull the hefty sack out, the two large egg-sized balls flexed when the feline touched them, moaning into the heat of the slit keeping the stallion's cock trapped. Charlie kept digging and digging into that slit with his tongue and lips, his large paws massaging, tugging and rubbing over the stallion's big balls, waiting for the cock inside to drop.

"About time little Charles showed us what they have going, hm?" Baph suddenly announced, eyes locked onto the stallion whose head was thrown back, thick neck exposed as he enjoyed the ministrations of the little cat, who remained stubbornly clothed.

Not needing to be told twice, Benji blinked his eyes open and looked down at Charlie who squeaked as their shorts were summarily pushed down and removed, bare rump exposed for the ram to see. The short crop top came next and showed a flat chest and two pert nipples which the stallion wanted to suck, badly, and so he picked up the little cat by his waist and hoisted him up to sit on his lap, right above his sheath, his cries of pleasure sounding much too loud in the empty kitchen as he gently nipped and licked at those thick, pink medallions, one arm all he needed to keep Charlie pressed against him while the other squeezed and massaged one of his plush cheeks.

Baph enjoyed the sight in front of him greatly, the smell, sight and feel of their arousal was like an ambrosia, his body was flushing with the heat of it, the smoke thickening in the room because of it. He'd caught sight of the tight, pink rosebud between Charlie's cheeks and knew he'd have to intervene if he wanted to see Benjamin stuff the cat with his cock, but watching the stallion overpower and control the feline as he punished his nipples with his teeth and tongue was more than enough for now.

As were the thoughts boiling and rolling inside the cat's mind...

"Oh my poor child," he smirked. "Bring him here," he ordered.

Leaving a string of saliva behind, Benji stopped chewing on Charlie's nipples and stood, turning the panting, flushed cat forwards to show all of his front to his master. The stallion kept the cat pressed against his chest, bending their legs towards their upper body so as to expose all of him to the ram: Charlie's bud was covered by a tight but full pair of balls while his modest, hard cock twitched the closer Baph got to him.

When the Ram stood and leaned in, he licked a strip of warm, thick saliva from the base of the cat's tail, over the twitching and clenching hole, up to the taint and balls, causing Charlie to squeal in delight.

"Oh but you love this, don't you kitten?" Baph purred, taking a drag from his pipe and blowing the smoke over the genitals exposed to him, the cat's uncut cock throbbing more and more as it did, pearly pre gathering at the tip. The ram wrapped one hand around the turgid member and squeezed, eyes finding Benji's who was currently sucking and nibbling at the cat's ears, smirking at the explosion of sex and arousal that action caused. "How about this?" he asked before shoving his muzzle into the kitten's ass, his short beard tickling his tail base as the Ram's long, thick tongue lapped and massaged the twitching muscle, Charlie incoherently moaning and crying out the stallion's name (not that Baph was offended) while the ram ate him out.

Benji watched all of this with lustful fascination, having some questions answered about Charlie and more of them popping up because of it. However, the most important thing was that he found the kitten very, very attractive, and all the noises he made, all the begging and screaming he let slip just caused his desire to swell and swell, higher and higher. As he watched his boss munch and chomp on the kitten's backside, his cock had dropped out of his sheath and swelled, all fourteen inches of stallion meat staring down at the floor and throbbing with the beat of Charlie's calls of pleasure.

"Ah...I can't...please...I want...I need..." Charlie panted, flushed and dizzy with pleasure. They felt completely exposed and at the mercy of the two bigger males, and loved it. Their usually tight hole felt open, the ram's tongue kept doing things that his mind was reeling over: it was thick and hard, as if a cock had slipped inside of him, it was long and thin like a tentacle, it was ribbed or barbed like some of his cousins had and he couldn't fathom why or how, only that he wanted more. He wanted Benji inside of him, now.

"As you wish," Baph replied after slurping out of the feline with a long, wet slap of his mouth. "Kneel," the ram ordered, and Benji easily followed as he knelt on the floor, his legs and hooves keeping him steady as he did. Still bent at the waste, the ram grabbed the kitten as if they were a package, right under his arm, his open ass ready to be speared by that cock. "Tsk tsk, Benjamin, I can only work so many miracles you know," he sighed, pulling a small pack of lube from what seemed to be a pocket in his trunks and threw it at him.

Wasting no time, Benji ripped the tiny packet open and poured a rather thick, glistening glob of lube onto his cock, moaning and thrusting into his hands as he applied it, the liquid warming his cock through every stroke of his fingers. He nickered and huffed, his green eyes only on his cock and his hands as they stroked his shaft, rubbed his medial ring and flicked at the opening of his piss slit, his need to breed mounting.

"You beautiful stud, how lovely to see you so feral, full of so much desire, do not forget you gift..." the voice of his master whispered, and Benji stood still for long enough to feel the press of wet, warm skin on his cock head, both moaning as their lord began to push his kitten into his stallion's hot cock, the kitten's ass opening wide, Charlie crying out and begging 'please, please' more and more as that cock burrowed deep within the feline. Once at least the nine or so inches above the medial ring were inside him, Baph let the kitten go, letting Benji take their arms and lock them around his neck, then with a steady grip on his hips he began to thrust upward, working his legs as he thrust and slid his cock up and down inside the feline's velvety warmth.

The ram enjoyed watching as Charlie's stomach bulged each time the stallion's cock went in deep, that medial ring keeping the rest of it out but working to give the cat a break, though by the look on their face: the open mouth, drool liberally falling off it, the lust blown eyes and curling toes, all fourteen inches were on the menu today.

And yet...

"All right my boy, stop for a moment," Baph ordered and chuckled as Benji did not respond, the stallion glaring hard and letting out a snort of derision as he continued to fuck his kitten, to feed him his dick. "Humor me, Benjamin," the ram ordered with hard order, the stallion nickering and panting with effort as he forced himself to simply kneel and hold his exposed partner for his master.

"Now, as I asked before, you like this, don't you, kitten?" the ram asked, wrapping his hand again around the proudly standing cock between their legs, giving it a squeeze. "But you truly wish for something else, am I right?" he asked.

Charlie went rigid - something that caused Benji to moan deeply, that tight ass just milking his cock for all its worth. The cat however did not pay attention to it as their eyes were glued to the hand around his cock, his thoughts running rampant at the realization that the ram knew, he knew their deepest secret and desire, and if not for the shockingly gentle red gaze, he would have burst out into tears.

Both of them gasped lightly as the ram's trunks were removed, and the shock was warranted, for despite the bulge that showed when they were on, there was nothing but a mound of fuzz and fur there, no indication of anything at all was there.

Baph laughed at their faces.

"I am a being of Desire, a Lord of Lust and Passion, I am whatever my dear boys want me to be," he said, as if reciting a spell or an oath, or both, they did not know. "And a gift, for my newest little one," he added. From his crotch fur, the ram pulled out what could only be a cock ring, which he slipped the kitten's cock and balls through, massaging them gently as he pulled them flush through, the cool metal causing Charlie to shiver.

"W-What...what...Ah!" the feline moaned, and moaned, and moaned, as all of a sudden his deepest desire came true: his cock had vanished in a puff of black smoke, and in its place, a virginal set of lips, glistening with juices much like the cock that had been there had. "I...oh...it...you..." Charlie was in disbelief, staring down as the golden cock ring had suddenly clipped and pinched on his very much realistic clitoris, causing him to squeal in pleasure.

Benji only got harder inside of Charlie's ass, looking down with an embarrassing amount of drool at the new set of genitals the kitten had, and his fervent desire to mate.

"Charlie..." Benji rasped, slowly starting to remove his cock from the kitten's ass.

He let out a loud whinny however when he suddenly felt like a cock had penetrated his own ass though. They both did.

"Now Benji, you be a good lad and enjoy, I can't have you breaking our little kitten on his first day, hm?" Baph said, amused to no end. With a click of his fingers he had let his black smoke swirl and condense at Benji's wet, puffy asshole; the stallion's powerful movements having coated him with a sheen of sweat all over, and having needed to express his collecting of their sexual energy further, he had happily shoved Charlie's modest six inches inside the stallion's cavern, knowing they would both feel this twist of their bodies. "Allow me, and continue," the ram whispered, taking another drag of his pipe and blowing the smoke out onto Charlie's new sex, before shoving his muzzle back in and deep, his tongue exploring his new vaginal cavern with fervor.

Benji knew he would be stroking his cock raw for the rest of his days with what was happening today, but for the moment he could not think on it, not when he could hear Charlie pleading like they were. So he clenched his ass around the cock that somehow moved inside of him and began to thrust up with his hips, moving and sliding his cock inside the feline, who's body was burning with finally letting his desires play out. The kitten's claws dug into the stallion's neck as his new lips were lapped on, as his opening was spread by that wonderful tongue that thickened and thickened and lengthened, his mind exploding with the idea of being bred and taken and fucked by these two older, powerful males.

Neither noticed when the ram stopped his ministrations, having run his hands over Charlie's body, pinched his nipples, scratched at his belly and flicked at the ring on his clit that jolted his nerves with pleasure.

Neither noticed when the ram's tongue dripped over his empty mound and grew a curved, uncut, thick nine inches of cock and a full set of low balls.

Neither noticed until the ram put his hands on Benjamin's shoulders, locked their lips together and shoved all nine inches inside the feline, both cocks meeting and sliding inside the cat. The stallion closed his eyes and felt the warmth of his cat choking his cock, pre and lube combining inside of him, his flare lengthening and opening to its full thick three inches inside of him, his tongue battling a losing battle with his master's tongue who seemed to be looking for his soul for how deep his tongue went.

And maybe he was - his boss, his master was, after all, a demon among rams.

"I'm cumming!" Charlie exclaimed.

And to hear those words, maybe that wasn't so bad.

"That was glorious," Baph purred from atop the kitchen countertop once more, smoking his pipe with a lethargic movement of his body.

Both Benji and Charlie were on the floor, a mess of cum around them. The stallion had cum harder than he'd ever before, with his prostate and cock having been milked for all their worth, and the kitten? Charlie had almost passed out, his mind somehow feeding him that he'd cum inside the stallion but also all over the ram's wonderful cock, yet the mess between his legs and all over his back was the only sign of what he'd done.

Benji wouldn't tell him just yet that his ass was sore and soaked too.

"What was...that was..." Charlie babbled, body limp and tired as he laid on the floor, panting hard.

"A prize and a gift my dear kitten, from me to you," the ram replied, looking to Benjamin who had collapsed on the floor with the feline on top of him, his legs having finally given up in their efforts to keep him up. "For both of you, really," he added.

Curious, Benji let his hands wander the kitten's matted fur and found what his eyes had seen: his soft, wet mound and lips. His fingers slipped in easily, caressed the outer lips and flicked the golden ring found there easily, Charlie purred and squealed tiredly, trying in vain to push the stallion off. He wasn't sure he wanted to.

The sudden reappearance of Charlie's original genitals however put a stop to that, as he found himself suddenly cupping the soft, wet cock and spent balls the kitten had had.

"What...?" the stallion asked, his thumb caressing the golden ring at the base of it.

"A few rules my boys," the ram announced, now stood in front of them. He clipped one of his own nipple rings off and slid it over Benjamin's right ear, the ring finding purchases as a new earring. "Charlie's ring is a legitimate item, a Ramses guarantee," he smirked. "Three settings, male enhancement, female replacement, and union, you can have either set or both at the same time," he said to his kitten who sat up and looked down at himself with unabashed glee. "As I said however, there are rules: if you lose this ring, it will find its way to me, and you will have to come to me to get it back," he announced, and then snorted. "No kitten, losing it on purpose will not count," he chuckled.

"Right, sorry," Charlie said, blushing. "I mean, if I get to see him again if I lose it, how bad would that be?" they had thought.

"If you lose it too many times for my liking, I will not be giving it back, understood?" he said, getting a nod from the cat. "It will only work for you, for anyone else it will work as a regular cock ring, including Benjamin, I do not suggest borrowing it out to all and sundry either," he continued. "Also, the ring follows my will, if it does not work, it will not - this ring is powered by me, at my whim - so if I am simply not in the mood, it will not change anything, if I'm feeling generous, then you'll have a wonderful time of it," he said with a smirk and a wink before he leaned down, pulling the kitten's face to stare at his. "And finally...it is all real, kitten..._all of it..._be grateful that I am also infertile at my whim," he revealed with a devilish grin.

Charlie, bless his heart, only almost passed out at those words.

"So Charlie could...can...if..." Benji stuttered, shocked.

"Yes, so do be careful my dears, hm? I'm an avid fan of bareback of course, but do take care," he told them, taking another drag of his pipe.

He didn't tell them that Benjamin's earring worked to protect them from exactly that but, he enjoyed seeing them squirm, stammer and blush so cutely.

He chuckled.

"Now, allow me to verify our problem for the day and I shall be on my way," he said.

Turning to the offending dish washer, Baph pulled it out of its space and took a look at both its back and under side, going over every piece he knew was there and noting that they were all made in his factory, not a faux piece in sight.

"How can..." he snorted, the two boys behind him jumping lightly at the sudden burst of flame from their master, staring as he seemed to dive into the washer just the bit more.

Baph was staring at a broken set of demonic runes - a set that Alice had written into every appliance for them to be long lasting, self cleaning and self repairing. When Ramses sold an appliance, they sold forever after all. With phone in hand, the ram took pictures and sent them to her, then rewrote in his own blood after pricking his finger, knowing his direct blood magic would allow it to connect to the greater whole and work.

"You should give it a try now my dears, it should work," he told them, turning to his new boys with a smile.

They both nodded, still a tad wary.

"Now Benjamin, I hope to see you again down the line, keep up the good work, though please continue to adhere to our rules, I do hope this is a one off," he told the stallion, who stood naked and a wet mess to give a salute to his master.

How adorable.

"And Charlie, do not be a stranger, we always have open positions at Ramses," he told the kitten, handing him a brochure for currently open jobs at the main branch.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," the kitten gushed, launching themselves at the ram in a tight hug around their middle, purring at the feel of the soft, thick cock that had fucked him senseless.

"You're...very welcome..." Baph replied, finding the words a bit foreign for him. Suspicion arose in his mind as he stared down at the feline, yet, could find no cause for it. And he really needed to peel the little thing off before he bent them over again. "Now," he said, plucking the cat off of him and throwing him at the stallion, who caught him easily. "Get dressed, my dears, and have a good day, have a Ramses Powered day," the ram grinned before vanishing in a puff of black smoke.

The sound of car doors slamming outside woke both of them up to the reality of their situation.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Benji cursed, panicking, trying to find his shirt and his jock and his jeans while Charlie began to internally panic, trying to remember how his shorts went on.

The door opened with a crash, causing the both of them to freeze.

"Oh shit, I'm dead..." Charlie thought.

"Oh...Oh...Oh Bradley!" that was...Charlie's mother...moaning their father's name.

Both Benji and Charlie watched as two adult cats, one much larger than the other, crashed through the doorway from the front door towards the stairs, the smaller, female cat half nude, boobs bouncing as the bigger male cat devoured her with her mouth.

"Fuck me, Bradley!" the female yelled.

Benji looked to Charlie, who looked completely green in the face, then at the sight their parents made, and decided.

"Fuck it," Benji announced, grabbing their clothes, his keys and the small cat and running out of the house. "Let's go get some food!"

"Getting food...Mom and Dad..." Charlie managed to weakly announce to them, trying desperately to burn the image of his parents fucking like two cats in heat in the middle of the open doorway, for all the neighbors to see.

That, and the naked horse and cat speeding away from the house like hounds of hell were behind them were the talk of the neighborhood for at least a week.

They got the biggest meatball sub they could find.