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1: "Knox is nervous. He's about to deliver one of the most important presentations of his career, but can't seem to push his way through it without crumbling into a pile of nerves. So what's the solution? Cat in the Ass, of course! Axton, Knox's limber tiger roommate, has a bit of an obsession with the horse's backside. His suggestion is to squirrel away in that ponderous rump where he can provide the heavy-hipped stallion with all the support they need.

It's sure to make for an interesting day, no?

Art of these two belongs to the wonderful https://twitter.com/Talidrawing

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Knox couldn’t stop fretting about his presentation. As a promising employee at Lone Wolf Consulting, the horse had a chance to impress his boss with an ambitious expansion strategy. For what had to be the twentieth time, the enormous draft horse flicked back to the beginning of his presentation and turned to address the rows of stuffed animals serving as his crowd.

Just as he was about to launch into it, Axton - the horse’s roommate - kicked the door in carrying a workout bag. The bright orange and white tiger looked particularly sweaty today as he padded into the kitchen to grab some water. His mane was a curly mess and his leanly toned physique glowed from post-workout exertion. He caught Knox glancing at him as he went to the sink.

“Sorry about that,” the tiger said sheepishly. “Didn’t realize you were practicing.”

“It’s alright,” the horse sighed. “I don’t know why I’m bothering. It’ll either work out tomorrow or it won’t. So why worry?”

“Hey now…” Axton put his glass down and stepped up behind the hulking horse. Spreading his arms as wide as they would go, he gently gave Knox’s massive backside a squeeze.

Now, under normal circumstances, this sort of gesture might’ve been considered a little odd. Perhaps even downright bizarre. But there were several factors at play that compelled Axton to behave this way.

The first: Knox had an absolutely massive ass. Like constantly-getting-wedged-in-doorways-and-almost-suffocating-furs-in-locker-rooms massive. The seven-foot-stallion always leaned toward the heavier side, but his butt put him on a whole other level of bottom heavy. Each ash-dappled cheek possessed the girth and weight of a yoga ball filled with pudding. Thighs thick around as tree trunks braced those ponderous puppies up, making him quite eye-catching on the treadmill. Knox’s gentle giant nature made interacting with others (particularly smaller furs) rather difficult. His hips always seemed to betray his intentions as he accidentally smothered potential companions.

But not everyone viewed him this way.

The second factor at play was Axton himself. Like Knox, the tiger came off as a bit of an oddball. Though his appearance was largely normal - with handsome blue eyes, rich stripes of orange, cream and red, and exceptionally soft fur coating every inch of him - the kitty quite liked big, blubbery softies such as Knox. More specifically, he liked to be under them. Crushed by their planetary rears where he could be smothered into complete and utter nothingness.

The moment Axton saw Knox waddling around the locker room at the gym they shared, he made it his goal to become friends. So when the enormous stallion clopped out of the showers, ass steaming with sweat and soap, the tiger subtly dropped his keys down by their hooves and scooted around behind the horse.

Knox instinctively bent over to pick them up but accidentally grinded the conniving kitty into the shower wall in the process. A muffled “mmph!” caught the horse’s attention and he looked back in shock to find the tiger practically lifeless under his rump. Oddly, Axton didn’t seem to be protesting. In fact, he looked rather pleased as he pressed his paws into those massive cheeks and kneaded them around.

Blushing furiously, Knox shot straight up, letting the tiger peel away from the glass.

“I… umm… I think these are yours…” he stammered, holding out the keys.

Axton mutely took them, a dreamy look on his face. “Thaaanks.”

“Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you? Because I can’t get involved in another lawsuit or my lawyer will-”

The tiger shook his head. “No, you’re fine! I should really watch where I’m going. So many big guys around here, it can be dangerous for us little fellas. Especially when the bigger ones are so… cute.” He bravely lifted a paw and ran it over the Brabant stallion’s thigh, making the naked horse blush deeper.

“Aww, shucks. I’m no prize,” Knox said as he shuffled his hooves and ran a hand through his mane. “Just a horse with a particularly large caboose.”

“On the contrary,” Axton giggled. “You are adorable and that caboose is out of this world.”

“Really?”

“Oh yes. Take it from me, the stranger whom you just suffocated in a locker room: you’re quite handsome.”

The stallion smiled shyly and hip checked the tiger. “Well you’re awfully handsome too, you know.”

“Oh I do,” Axton laughed confidently before laying his paws on the horse’s rippling cheeks and giving them a squeeze. “Now… would you like some help scrubbing these bad boys?”

After that the two of them became inseparable. Eventually Axton moved into the horse’s apartment where they enjoyed plenty of close quarters fun.

Presently, Knox took comfort in his rear being squeezed by those powerful, fluffy paws. He turned and embraced the feline in a bone-crushing snuggle that lifted the tiger off their feet. Axton discovered his roommate enjoyed this sort of affection because normally the horse couldn’t show off his strength for fear of hurting smaller furs. But the slender cat’s resilience led to the hulking hoss indulging in full on embraces, complete with burying Axton in his belly, smooching him between the ears and essentially squeezing the life out of him in slow, loving huffs.

When he released his roommate, the tiger stumbled a little as the air returned to his head.

“Best part of my day,” he giggled. “Also, I might have an idea for this meeting of yours tomorrow. It’s gonna sound crazy, but just hear me out…”

*****

“This is NOT going to work!” Knox protested.

“Trust me!”

“It’s insane! I’ll get fired!”

“No you won’t. Your ass is plenty big enough to cover me!”

“For a whole day? How could this possibly work?!”

“You’ll see.”

Knox huffed. It was a couple hours later and Axton’s big idea left him more nervous than ever before. But the worst part was the horse kinda wanted to try it out regardless.

After tugging on some undies and a pair of black dress pants which just barely covered the natural curvature of his ass, the stallion found himself standing at the foot of their shared bed where the tiger set about positioning himself. The feline spent a couple minutes pulling Knox’s pants back down so that a foot or so of his abundant butt crack could be seen. Then Axton rolled up his sleeves and shoved an arm between them, making Knox yelp.

Rolls of heated horse lard encompassed the tiger’s arm as he shifted and tugged the seat of his roommate’s pants down a bit more. Once he felt he had enough room, Axton shoved both hands into that voluminous crack and called, “Ready?”

Knox reluctantly nodded.

Taking a deep breath, the cat jumped forward and dove in. Knox squealed as his cheeks bulged around Axton’s slender form, sloshing richly while he heated up from embarrassment. But the plan seemed to work.

Axton wriggled fiercely for a few moments until everything save for his fluffy tail had been swallowed up into the dark, dappled recesses of Knox’s ass. The stallion hesitantly shoved a hand down between his cheeks to tuck the tiger further in, which felt utterly bizarre. It was quite hot in there for the feline. And it smelled of lavender and horsehide. Axton knew both of these smells as he often helped Knox in the shower, lending a very willing hand to help reach the harder spots. The fabric of the horse’s undies formed a sort of hammock against his back, holding Axton tight against those sloshing cheeks. Wherever the tiger touched, his companion’s absurdly soft rear would suck his fingers in several inches before any resistance was met. This had been the main reason he thought this might work. Over the years Knox’s lifestyle and diet led to an insurmountable quantity of fat accumulating along his rear, making his lower half not only eternally soft, but all-encompassing too.

Simply put: Axton’s shape could be absorbed by the greater curves of his roommate’s ass.

Lodged within that ample crack, the fluffy feline took out his phone and shot Knox a text.

Feeling pretty good in here ;3 How’s life on the outside?

“Cold and humiliating,” Knox muttered. He waddled over to his mirror and struck a pose. The horse inspected his cotton-clad butt from every conceivable angle, looking for any sign of the feline wedged inside of it. But all he found was the sloshing curve of Brabant backside.

Knox’s phone buzzed again.

Go to the kitchen and try giving your speech again~

The horse complied. As he waddled along, he felt the sensitive inner curves of his rear squeeze and grind against Axton’s body. The tiger’s excessively fluffy coat rubbed against it in a pleasing manner, but Knox still worried someone might see something strange. Like an orange tail poke out of his pants or a vaguely cat-shaped outline plastered against his tush.

When he got to the kitchen, Axton could feel the horse heaving a bit. Apparently waddling along with an extra kitty in your butt could be rather taxing. Drops of sweat dampened the horse’s fur as it cradled the cat.

He sent another text.

Just start from the top and trust me <3

“Alright, here goes nothing.”

Straightening his tie over his bowing chest, the horse cleared his throat.

“Gentleman. What I am proposing is an ambitious and exciting expansion into a territory that could completely disrupt the entire field as we know it. We’ll be squeezing the comp-... squeezing the-... emm, taking out the competition when we… dammit… I-”

Knox suddenly felt a soothing sensation rise from his rump. He realized Axton was employing those fluffy pawpads he loved so dearly to knead and massage the horse’s cheeks. As the tiger shifted his colossal tush around, a wave of calm seized him. It reminded Knox of the first time they met. When he discovered a smaller fur not only liked him but invited him into the shower where they had some of the best fun in recent memory.

Clearing his throat again, the obese equine started from the top and got through the entire speech without issue. His confidence grew as Axton continued to squeeze his rear around. Then the cat started to purr, vibrating the blubber to make things even more enjoyable.

At the end, Knox took out his phone to read the final text from the tiger.

This is gonna work~ You got this. Also, your ass looks very dapper with a kitty in it :3 Can’t wait for tomorrow!

2:"Knox is nervous. He's about to deliver one of the most important presentations of his career, but can't seem to push his way through it without crumbling into a pile of nerves. So what's the solution? Cat in the Ass, of course! Axton, Knox's limber tiger roommate, has a bit of an obsession with the horse's backside. His suggestion is to squirrel away in that ponderous rump where he can provide the heavy-hipped stallion with all the support they need.

It's sure to make for an interesting day, no?

Art of these two belongs to the wonderful https://twitter.com/Talidrawing

Axton belongs to ns22highwater

Story and Knox belong to hdalby33
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"The next day arrived almost too quickly. After a night snuggled against one another, the horse and tiger got ready. When it came time for Axton to wiggle his way, he briefly wrapped his arms around his stallion’s back and squeezed.

“If you feel a little nibbling don’t panic,” he whispered. Then he squirmed into that quivering crack before Knox had a chance to register what he said.

With the kitty cocooned nice and tight in his swollen keister, Knox made his way into the office. His nerves returned when he hit the lobby. So many furs seemed to be staring at him, but that was more than likely due to his hourglass stature than anything else. When he got on the elevator, Axton decided to have a little fun.

The tiger overheard the horse making small talk with a burly stag. They discussed reports and documents and other boring office stuff. While Axton jiggled about in the sloshing confines of his roommate’s rear, he started flexing his sharp claws against the sides of those swollen cheeks.

On the outside Knox, who’d just been getting used to harboring his fluffy little secret, gave an startled whinny.

The stag went wide-eyed. “Are you alright, Knox? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“All good, Kurt,” the heavy hipped hoss managed through gritted teeth. “I uh… pulled a hammy working out yesterday. It’s a real pain in the ass.” He swung his hip against the side of the elevator as he said that last part, making his cheeks swish back and forth around Axton.

The tiger grunted as bulging horse flab rolled over his thin frame, compressing him under all that glorious weight. Smirking, he kept right on teasing his friend.

“Yeah, that’s brutal,” Kurt continued after a moment. “Say, aren’t you giving that speech on the expansion today?”

“I am,” Knox seethed, bringing one paw to his bulging hip. He could feel every single prickle of those claws teasing his tush. Sweat cropped up on his forehead. “It’s gonna be GODDAMNED great.”

Axton had found a particularly sensitive dapple to exploit and gave the supple, sloshing spot a good nip. He was loving the violent rocking motion throwing him around.

Kurt, meanwhile, looked terrified.

“Ummm, I’ll bet buddy. You sure you’re okay? I can help you if you need me too…”

The tiger dragged his sand-papery tongue over a quivering roll.

“NOT NECESSARY!” Knox moaned. “I mean… that’s okay, Kurt. Don’t wanna PUT YOU OUT!”

“Really, it’s no trouble,” the perplexed stag said. “You just seem out of it.”

“I’m not,” Knox said heatedly. “Promise! I just-HNNNGH!”

The stud froze as Axton took out his phone, set it on vibrate and locked it between his fluffy chest and a vulnerable cheek. Then he dragged both of his claws down over all that swollen horsehide. Knox’s entire body seemed to lock up with pleasure like some apoplectic shock victim.

Out of sheer desperation, the horse staggered back and slammed his rear into the elevator wall. Unfortunately, he chose the worst direction and swaddled Kurt in the mix as well, trapping the stag under several hundred pounds of trekpaard tush. Luckily, the impact did the trick in dislodging Axton’s devilish attempts to fluster the horse. The cat was thrown sideways and his face very briefly formed an outline against the seat of Knox’s pants. But he just as rapidly retreated into his jiggling stronghold while Kurt struggled to breathe.

“R-ight,” the stag croaked. “I won’t press the issue. Think you could…?”

Completely flustered, Knox sprang away from the wall and fled through the opening doors. Kurt slid down the wall with images of tiger snouts poking out of horse rumps dancing around his head.

Knox waddled straight into his office, furious. Huffing and puffing, he reached back and grabbed his backside. He gave it a violent shake and growled, “I swear if you try that again, I will END you.”

No answer came from his ass.

Still pissed, the stud grabbed his cheeks and spread them a little, loosening them in the process, before slamming his full weight into his office chair. Axton groaned as he was thrown forward once more and compressed into the cushioned seat. Eight hundred pounds of stallion completely crushed him. All that soft, silky fat slowly squeezed the life out of his slender body as Knox unleashed his rage.

It was wonderful.

Knox spent a good long time dragging his rear across his chair. He wanted to make sure he grinded the insufferable tiger between his swollen cheeks as much as possible. Part of it was to exact revenge. But another part of it was simply due to the fact that the horse enjoyed the sensation. Feeling Axton’s body roll around inside his ass. Hell, the simple fact that he was fat enough to squirrel away an entire feline on a work day felt exhilarating. He’d waddled past all those coworks, colleagues of his for years, and not a one suspected anything of soft, shy ol’ Knox. (Well maybe Kurt, but the stag wouldn’t be saying anything for awhile.) Sure he had a larger than average rump, but that wasn’t his fault. The poor horse couldn’t help it. Maybe he got stuck in a door from time to time or when he used the escalators the glass sidings would be left cleaner than ever. But deep down, Knox O’Nillian would never try something so bold as to secret away some handsome, fluffy feline within the confines of his deep, tremulous crack.

What Knox really loved as he rubbed his sloshing ass cheeks against his roommate’s face was the secrecy. From an outwardly perspective, he went about his day and presented a perfect presentation to his higher ups. But within, separated only by a few millimeters of cloth, hid a purring secret who adored the stallion for his size.

Axton purred so much during the grinding session he practically vibrated. Every inch of his figure flattened into the colossal curves of his roommate’s ass. Whenever one dappled cheek shifted, it would drag acres of pristine horse lard across the tiger’s face. His nose, lips, cheeks, chest, paws, and ears would all deform for a moment, following the pull and sway of those thunderous equine cushions, before snapping back into place. He could scarcely move without the sensitive stud whinnying. For such a big fella, Knox sure did have a number of weakspots. From time to time, he would exploit one to kick the bashful Brabant into another frenzy. A sharp pinch here or a love bite there, and muscles buried deep down under all that lard would flex suddenly as the horse clenched up. Then a vengeful stallion would subject the cat’s body to another round of brutal crushing.

Eventually the grinding came to an end when Knox’s secretary stopped by. The horse abruptly plopped himself in his chair, squeezing Axton tight in a crevice of booty blubber while he made small talk with his employee.

The tiger managed to push one hand through his quivering prison to grab his phone, which he used to send a cheeky text.

How much will you pay me not to stick my nose out and make your ass meow?

“Don’t you dare,” Knox hissed.

“Pardon, sir?”

“Oh, nothing Rebecca. Listen, I’m going to be practicing my presentation for a bit, so would you mind making sure no one bothers me?”

“Not at all, sir. Best of luck!”

“Thank you kindly.”

When the young rabbit left, Knox rose out of his seat and then dropped himself hard onto his desk. He smirked when a small squeak echoed from his rear. Patting the taut fabric stretched over one cheek, the horse said, “That’s better. Now stop being an idiot or I’ll sit on a fire hydrant and drown you.”

No reply came from down under.

Satisfied, Knox began practicing his presentation.

Axton started kneading the insides of his roommate’s cheeks again and soon the horse fell into his rhythm. Together, they dominated the flow of the expansion proposal once again.

When meeting time came around, Knox patted his rear affectionately and made his way up to the top floor. There, he waddled along until he arrived at the doors of the CEO’s office. A comely mink answered and led the stallion into a space several times larger than his own impressive quarters. Rich oak furniture dominated the area, with shag carpeting swallowing up the horse’s hooves and an imposing desk facing him.

At the desk sat the owner of the company. Apollo was a handsome, black wolf with a dancer’s physique. His deep purple eyes bore into anyone who sat across from him, as if searching for their tiniest weaknesses.

Knox could’ve sworn he saw the silly tiger lodged in his backside. Suddenly Axton’s plan seemed rather ill-informed.

A buzz wobbled the horse’s thigh. He pulled out his phone.

You got this, big guy. I’ve got your butt ;)

Smiling to himself, Knox turned to the silent wolf observing him. Clearing his throat, he began.

“Thank you for seeing me today, sir. You have asked for ambitious furs to come to you with new ideas. Bold ideas. Things that would take this company into the future and place us on the forefront of our industry. I believe I have something you will not only approve of, but find absolutely imperative to our outward expansion…”

Apollo said nothing as the heavy-hipped horse launched into their speech. Though he seemed passive, his violet eyes remained alert and attentive. His expression never changed. His position never faltered. Nothing could surprise him.

At least, that was his consensus until about halfway through the presentation.

Knox was detailing the plans for acquiring smaller companies as managing partners when a pen rolled off the wolf’s desk. It clattered to the floor and bounced to a stop at the Brabant’s hooves. Without thinking, the horse bent down to pick it up. As he did so, Axton felt the horse’s cheeks compress around him yet again. But unlike previous times, the pressure continued to mount the further Knox stooped. Just as the horse grabbed the pen, a loud ripping sound cut through the office.

A split burst from the tortured cloth as both the weight of his extensive backside and Axton’s presence proved too much for his pants. Suddenly, the stallion felt cool air conditioning on his bare, dappled buttcheeks.

The startled tiger slipped from the horse’s rear onto the floor where he landed with a muffled plop.

Time seemed to freeze as Knox, mortified and mooning his boss, slowly straightened up while moving to help his sweaty, flustered friend off the floor.

Apollo took a moment to react. Rather than shock or anger or disgust, the wolf raised one eyebrow and burst out laughing.

“OHOHOHOOOOO!” the dark wolf howled. “I’ve seen all sorts of crazy shit in my day but that. That was something new.” He stood abruptly and approached the obese horse like a shark circling its prey. Clasping his hands behind his back, the corporate canid bent over to inspect the abundance of horseflesh on display. “You had an entire tiger stuffed up there? Absolutely marvelous!”

The CEO smacked the horse on the ass, making Knox whinny.

“Th-thanks, I think?”

“What on God’s green earth would compel you,” he glanced at Axton, “either of you to do this? Is this some prank? Some challenge? Some weird fetish I’ve never heard of?”

Both roommates eyed one another shyly.

Axton shuffled his feet, eyeing his friend’s rippling crack like he wanted to dive back in to hide. “It’s… erm… well-”

“It’s a kink, sir,” Knox blurted. A wave of confidence welled up in him. “I’m sure you’ve heard about the horse with the fat ass working in your office. Well that’s me. I’ve spent years being afraid to enjoy who I am and Axton here was the first one to show me. He likes being smothered by larger fellas and I take pleasure in doing the smothering. If you have an issue with it… well to be frank, sir, I don’t really care.”

Apollo looked from his enormous employee to the tiger sheepishly staring into the carpet, then back to the horse again. He broke into a sly grin.

“It’s quite alright, Knox. I’ll be honest. When Mr. Axton here dropped out of your considerable backside, it scared the hell out of me. But the more I think about it,” the wolf stepped up closer to the stallion’s ass, “the more appealing I find it.”

Both Axton and Knox were stunned. Neither said a word as the CEO of a multi-million dollar company placed his enormous paws on the horse’s exposed cheeks and gently gave them a squeeze.

“So soft,” Apollo murmured. “So heavy.”

“Th-thank you, sir.”

The wolf released the horse’s rear and stepped back. “Alright, first thing’s first. From here on out, you both are reporting directly to me. Got it?”

Both of them nodded. Axton hadn’t planned on getting a job at the moment, but he didn’t argue.

“What about my proposal?” Knox inquired.

Apollo rubbed his chin. “I’ll let you work on that part time, but you’ll also be contracted to me under special assignment.”

“Special assignment?”

The wolf nodded again. “Like you said, you’re the fat ass around here. Like your butt-dwelling friend here, I happen to appreciate fellas with a little heft myself. So you’re going to be my corporate plaything. A form of alternative stress relief so to speak.”

The big, chubby stallion rubbed one of his cheeks self-consciously. “And what would that entail, exactly?”

Apollo’s fangs flashed brightly as his grin widened even further. He smacked Knox’s ass to send it sloshing.

“Grow bigger, fatty. Really make these buns of yours balloon into something truly special. Then we see just how many fellas we can cram into you.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“And why not? You already managed one. Let’s see how you do with two. Then more and more and more! You’ll be the most pampered pony in the corporate jungle.”

Knox wanted to protest, but then he caught a glimpse of Axton. The tiger’s adorable muzzle looked ready to burst with excitement at the prospect. He realized this would be his roommate’s dream come true as well.

Sighing, the hoss let his shoulders slump.

“What the hell? May as well see where this leads.”

“Excellent,” Apollo growled. He hit a button on the side of his desk to summon the slender mink intern who’d let them in. “Spencer, I have a special assignment for you.”

Knox and Axton shared a look, both of them smiling guiltily.

Then the wolf had the horse lay down on the carpet where he watched as those humongous, dappled cheeks engulfed two furs with nary an issue. Within their quaking depths, Axton embraced the heated softness wholeheartedly.

He couldn’t wait to see where thing went from here."

3:"Knox is nervous. He's about to deliver one of the most important presentations of his career, but can't seem to push his way through it without crumbling into a pile of nerves. So what's the solution? Cat in the Ass, of course! Axton, Knox's limber tiger roommate, has a bit of an obsession with the horse's backside. His suggestion is to squirrel away in that ponderous rump where he can provide the heavy-hipped stallion with all the support they need.

It's sure to make for an interesting day, no?

Art of these two belongs to the wonderful https://twitter.com/Talidrawing

Axton belongs to ns22highwater

Story and Knox belong to hdalby33
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- Six Months Later -

“... And I believe that concludes everything. We’ll start the merger within the next couple weeks and your team should experience considerable growth soon after. Any questions?”

The panther glanced at his partner, a portly lion who had just loosened their tie for the twentieth time. Sweat soaked both predators’ dress shirts as they shifted around in their seats.

“Well actually, sir-”

“Knox is fine.”

The panther swallowed.

“Well actually, Knox. We talked over and we think maybe we’ll need more capital if we want to move forward…”

He trailed off as the horse shifted their weight, forcing the lion to pick up where he left off.

“W-We’re impressed with your company,” the tubby feline said. “But we just don’t know if we can commit right now with the economy being the way that it is.”

Knox smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. Quite the opposite really. It was the smile he’d learned from Apollo. He playfully circled a finger over his belly, which sat exposed in his lap with his dress shirt unbuttoned around it. Deep rolls of silver fat drooped against his hips and a vast overhang shadowed his thighs. Months of being Apollo’s special project really took their toll on the horse. Lending significant amounts of experience and poundage to his corporate presence. Between his glossy, ironshod hooves, the flagrant outline of the stallion’s bulge swayed about lewdly. It was so shamelessly overt that the investors could make out every detail.

But that wasn’t what made them sweat. The obese horse’s display of dominance was a dime a dozen in the animal world. Swinging dick came about quite literally in meetings like these.

What scared the pair of predators was the very prominent tiger-shaped outline squeezed against those dangling balls. They watched as Knox slowly rose to his hooves, making the muffled outline whimper as it grinded against his orbs. An audible “SCHWOP!” echoed through the room when his tectonic ass peeled away from his chair as well, sending each of his cheeks clapping against the other.

Knox slowly clopped around the pair of investors. His barely-contained ass dragged itself along their shoulders as he came to a ponderous halt between them.

“Gentlemen,” the enormous Brabant purred while placing a paw on either of their shoulders. “You should know I’m not a very patient horse. I have a reputation to uphold and you should both be aware of what happened to the last investor who disappointed me.”

Both cats glanced down to the graphic outline of the trapped tiger as it began squirming against the horse’s balls.

“Shhhh,” Knox commanded. He reached down to press the struggling tiger’s head deep into his bulge. The investors were mute with horror as they watched the horse’s captive slow their struggling, overwhelmed by the immense pressures pushing against them. “I’m sure when I let him out in a few hours he’ll be singing a different tune. So are we in agreement, gentlemen? Or do you need to learn what the definition of spelunking is?”

The two felines couldn’t shake the horse’s hand fast enough. They stumbled over themselves trying to get out of the office.

Knox watched them go, shaking his head.

“Such a shame they didn’t go for it,” he sighed. “That lion was adorable. Bet his mane would tickle.”

The outline in his pants squirmed again and the stallion chuckled. “Alright, alright, gimme a second.”

Waddling back over to his chair, Knox sat down and unzipped his pants.

Axton popped out looking very flustered. Resting his elbows on the upper curve of the stallion’s shaft, he playfully kneaded those swaying orbs around with his feet.

“God that was hot!” he panted.

“Figuratively or metaphorically?”

“Both!” the tiger giggled. He blushed as Knox bent forward to kiss him between the ears - a gesture Axton found rather endearing. Even better, he got a face full of stallion belly in the process. “You were so threatening! ‘You should both be aware of what happened to the last investor who disappointed me.’ God you’re so full of it.”

The Brabant blushed. “Hey, I wasn’t the one who started squirming on cue when I said that. You really sold it.”

Axton couldn’t deny that. He’d spent the past couple hours squeezed up tight against the horse’s package. Each of those fuzzy beanbags the stallion called balls were oppressively warm. Their constant swaying coupled with the incredibly tight squeeze of Knox’s underwear served for a most exhilarating smothering experience. It hadn’t taken much selling to be perfectly honest.

The tiger planted a kiss on the horse’s nose before burying his face in that cavernous navel. “You’re getting so big. That ass of yours is gonna level this place one day.”

Knox ran a hand through his companion’s mane, affectionately squeezing the tiger against his balls. He couldn’t argue there. Apollo’s generosity resulted in considerable poundage being added to his girth. Each of his cheeks had ballooned to ludicrous proportions, now so big and soft that he’d been able to squeeze half a dozen interns and Axton between them at their last play session. Even now, his custom built chair struggled to contain the equator of his backside, where silvery flesh spotted with pancake-sized dapples poured over the supple leather in waves and waves. The Belgian draft horse had also grown a foot or so in height to compensate for his added width. His ears now topped nine feet while his ass jiggled out to six. Running a hand under Axton’s chin, he affectionately scritched the tiger’s neck and chin ruff, knowing the muscled feline loved it.

Pretty soon purring vibrations tickled those swollen stallion orbs as Axton flattened himself against the obese hoss.

“I think I’m gonna take a catnap right here,” he said. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“I should be free for the rest of the day,” Knox chuckled. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his hooves on his lacquered desk. “If someone comes in, I’ll just button you up in my shirt.”

“Sounds like heaven.” The tiger unleashed a huge yawn and squeaked when he felt a pair of plump paws wrap around his waist to scootch him further up.

He found himself laid across the broad curve of the Brabant’s belly, sinking into its lard-laden surface like a memory foam mattress. Knox softly drew his hands up and down Axton’s sides, adoring the luxuriant fluff tickling his fingers. The tiger returned the affection by placing his paws on either of the horse’s swollen moobs and making biscuits on them with liberal use of his claws. He knew the stud secretly liked the extra teasing. Knox continued to stroke the slender fluffball. It proved most soothing.

Axton nuzzled into the horse’s vast gut in return, finding equal comfort in the gradual rise and fall of that pillowy chest. Inevitably, Knox’s snoot came snuffling around his ears for another series of kisses. He responded in kind by lifting his head and smooching the stud’s velvety nose.

Once they were both satisfied, the tiger curled in closer with Knox’s arms locked around him.

Then they dozed off together."