Peeking out of the alley, ensuring there weren’t any prying eyes glancing in his direction, Copper swiftly retracted his head. He’d never been overly fond of shady dealings or stealthy machinations, although he’d decided to bite the bullet and follow through with one of his more furtive ideas. As he stashed the precious cargo in his coat, he trotted out and casually began heading back to his home.
His walk, while brief, felt like it took forever. Trying to remain inconspicuous should have been an easy job for a changeling, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched. Keeping his eyes on the ground, only occasionally looking up to scan his surroundings, he moved with a purpose. It was only when he was inside his apartment, with his front door closed and bolted behind him, did he feel slightly more relaxed.
Hanging his coat and hat, both items he’d procured at a local thrift shop, the grip on his prize never slackened. It had taken him months to find someone to fashion the stupid thing, not to mention the obscene amount he’d ended up spending on it, so he was going to do his best to ensure it didn’t get banged up - well, not in the conventional sense. Crossing to his couch, he seated himself and peered down at his purchase.
The item appeared to be a plush facsimile of his friend Haan, for all intents and purposes. The exact proportions weren’t completely accurate, with it looking somewhat like a stuffed animal, but the resemblance was unmistakable. A striped hide, the streaks of blue in his mane, the golden eyes, everything was there. Anyone who knew his buddy would recognize it immediately - hell, the little doll even came with a pair of booty shorts and a crop top!
Turning the figure over, Copper carefully disrobed the plaything. Under the top rested a pair of tiny sewn on nipples, but beneath the bottom - hoo boy - that was where the magic was. Replete with a pair of little velveteen nuts and horse dong, the effigy was anatomically correct. Flipping it in his hands, spying the taut hole nestled between the plush’s cheeks, he smiled.
After setting the trinket down beside himself, Copper began to strip down. Sure, he could have waited until later, or taken his purchase for a test drive in the bedroom, but he felt like a kid with a new toy. Patience be damned - given how long he had waited and how much he had spent, he was going to have his fun now.
In less than a minute, he was buck naked and reclined on his sofa. Holding the little dummy above himself with one hand, while stroking his hardening length with the other, his grin broadened. While it may have appeared to be an exceedingly odd scene, from an outsider’s perspective, it was all part of his plan. The little toy didn’t just have a likeness to his friend, it gave him a way to surreptitiously dick with his friend - in an all too literal sense.
Momentarily abandoning his semi-rigid shaft, he snatched a bottle of lube from his coffee table and doused his tool with the slick substance. Everything was almost set, with only one final facet to ensure was in place. Tossing the astroglide over his shoulder and grabbing his phone, he flipped through his contacts, hit dial, and waited for the person to answer.
Humming contentedly to himself, holding the device to his ear, the ringing abruptly stopped and a voice came through. “I’m at work, Copper, sup?”
“Hey, Haan! Sorry, I didn’t know you were on the clock. I just wanted to say, if you want to come over later this evening, I’ll get us some pizza and beer,” Copper cheerfully intoned, his eyes staying locked on the stuffed zebra in his grasp.
“Sure, that sounds fine. Once I’m done with my shift, I’ll shoot you a text,” Haan responded, before the call was cut.
Setting his phone down, having confirmed his suspicions, Copper steadily lowered the plush towards his groin. He was rock hard, lubed up, his buddy was at work, and everything was ready for him to reap his carnal revenge. Bringing the toy to the tip of his cock, he nudged the doll’s backdoor. It wasn’t going to be an easy fit, and part of him was tempted to temporarily reduce his girth, but he steeled his resolve. Holding the figure in both hands, he gradually pulled the stuffed figure downward.
As he popped into the dolls ass, he paused. Much to his pleasant surprise, having expected the sensation of cloth or cotton stuffing around his dick, it felt amazing. Warm, moist, and delectably snug, the plush almost seemed to be alive; it made sense, given the nature of its purpose, but he hadn’t been expecting it to feel that good. Inspired, he began gently jacking himself off with the toy.
Stuffing his cock in a pocket pussy could be pretty fun, but this - this was something altogether different. Closing his eyes, he fixated on the strikingly pleasant sensations the figure afforded. Gently bucking his hips, while he steadily plunged deeper into the plush, his medial ring bumped against its entrance.
He slowed, peering down at the back of the toy’s head. Giving himself a second, Copper turned the figure to face him. The Haan doll’s little button eyes and sewn on smile weren’t quite as alluring as the real article, yet they were still pretty damn cute. Wandering lower, spying his obsidian shaft obscenely crammed into the figure’s rump, he snickered. His stallionhood was roughly the same size as one of the figure’s legs - maybe even slightly larger!
Grabbing the figure’s hips and pulling it downward, the girthy base of his shaft ground into the effigy. Outside of feeling downright fantastic, the sight of himself within the toy elevated the experience. The imprint of his stallionhood was clearly visible inside the little Haan, to the point where he could easily make out his blunted tip and medial ring. Shifting his grip and grabbing the doll’s legs, he went to work.
In all respects, it almost seemed like he was fucking a miniature person - then again, that wasn’t far from the truth. As the minutes passed by, Copper’s enthusiasm soared. Left to imagine how Haan - the real Haan was weathering the treatment, his hips became a blur. Extending his thumb, sweetly caressing the little plush’s prick, he sought to give his buddy a hand.
Railing out the pint-sized figure, his endurance began to wither. He’d gone nearly two weeks without touching himself, all for the inevitable arrival of his newfound toy - as such, his stamina was found wanting. Gritting his teeth, trying and failing to stave off the inevitable, he tipped over the edge. With one final, herculean plunge, he hilted the plush and unloaded.
Shot after seething shot of his essence pumped into the doll, causing its gut to bloat and sag under the weight. Thankfully, given the tautness of its tush, there was next to no leakage. With a pleased sigh, moving to unsheathe the figure, Copper stopped himself. There couldn’t be any harm in letting the little cock warmer stay on for a while - could there?
Pushing himself up and swinging his legs to the floor, he sauntered off to the kitchen to make a sandwich. He was sure he’d be getting an earful soon enough, though he wasn’t too concerned - after all, keeping the plush around his dick would be doing Haan a favor. Busying himself with getting a snack, utterly heedless of his phone buzzing away in the living room, he awaited word from his friend…
“Here’s your order,” Haan merrily remarked, setting the tray of food and pitcher of beer on the table. “Just let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”
“You can sit on my lap,” a particularly gruff griffon chuckled, smiling up at the server.
“Maybe later, Hun,” Haan giggled. Shooting his customer a wink, he sashayed away.
Getting hit on at work had never bothered him, and it usually meant he’d more than likely be getting a hefty tip. He’d been working at Apple Bottoms bar and grill for a few months and, honestly, he loved it. Plenty of attention, decent pay, and he’d been given several of the official booty shorts and painfully tight crop-tops to keep. All in all, it was a damn nice job.
As he strutted towards the kitchen, his phone began to vibrate. Digging the mobile out of his pocket and glancing down to see who was calling, he sighed. “I’m at work, Copper, sup?” he asked, holding the device to his ear.
“Hey, Haan! Sorry, I didn’t know you were on the clock. I just wanted to say, if you want to come over later this evening, I’ll get us some pizza and beer,” Copper chipperly stated.
“Sure, that sounds fine. Once I’m done with my shift, I’ll shoot you a text,” Haan responded, before ending the call.
Being able to grab a bite with his friend would be a perfect way to wrap up his afternoon - once he was done with his shift, of course. Snatching up a pitcher in each hand, one filled with water and the other filled with tea, he turned back towards the dining area. As he took his first steps away from the server station, he froze and glanced behind himself; it almost felt like something had pressed against his backside.
With nothing behind himself, and his closest coworker almost a dozen feet away, his confusion mounted. Scrunching his snout, trying to dismiss the peculiar sensation, it happened a second time. Wincing, feeling as though a titanic dick was doing its damnedest to burrow into his ass, he turned to set the pitchers down. Just as he set the beverages down, he was penetrated by the preternatural force.
Having serviced all sizes and types of dick before, Haan was at a loss. Whatever the fuck was slowly grinding into him was massive, definitely as large or larger than anything he’d handled before, yet that wasn’t what had him most concerned. Reaching back and thrusting a hand into his shorts, his eyes widened. Though there was no visible sign of anything, his pucker was painfully stretched around something the size of his calf.
“Haan, you ok?” one of his fellow waiters called, drawing his attention.
“I...I’m fine, just give me a - Oh fuck,” he grunted, as it plunged deeper.
Sweeping his hand through the area around his rear was fruitless, giving him perilously few options to deal with the bizarre situation. It wasn’t like he was that bothered, considering it felt absolutely sublime, although he could have never anticipated something so strange happening out of the blue. Grabbing the counter, while the supernatural stallionhood withdrew from his depths, he had hoped the assault was coming to an end - he couldn’t have been more wrong.
Unlike when the ghostly dong had steadily filled him, the second thrust was much more vigorous and abrupt. Lurching forward, doing his damnedest to stay steady, he braced his legs. Before he knew it, he was being languidly plowed by the mystical force. Gnawing his lip, leaking pre-cum into his barely concealed banana hammock, the profoundly intense and blissful sensations of being rutted took hold.
Part of him was dimly aware that he must have been quite the odd spectacle, practically presenting himself and breathing heavily by the serving station, yet there was nothing he could do - well almost nothing. Going by feel alone, he rocked back and rhythmically clenched around his invisible partner. On the clock or not, he couldn’t bring himself to half-assedly service a dick.
Whatever secretive stallion was plowing him was doing so with a vehemence he’d rarely encountered. Hanging his head, watching his lower abdomen bulge out, he gulped. The periodic hammering of an unseen medial ring against his stuffed hole told him that he wasn’t nearly hilted yet. Steeling himself, holding onto the counter for all its worth, he rocked back to meet his furtive paramour.
Pulling back and pausing for a second, the hidden stallionhood violently drove into his tush. Even if he hadn’t wished to be fully impaled - which he secretly did - there would have been nothing he could do to stop the onslaught. Even as supremely well trained as his backdoor was, the intrusion left his pucker desperately struggling. Groaning, pleased that the worst of his ordeal was over, he was proven wrong for a second time.
The savagery of being fucked by something so large, completely out of left field, caused him to miss several rather important nuances - namely how hard the stallionhood was throbbing and how its fat crown was beginning to flare. The brief respite of the fucking allowed him to feel his torso, as he marveled at the swell resting just beneath his rib cage; it was only then that he realized how screwed he was.
Scalding seed erupted deep within him, as his insidious lover came. The pressure and heat were too much, instantaneously sending him over the edge. Moaning, blowing his comparably minuscule load into his shorts, the tectonic force of the climax hit him like a bomb. As he was flung into a sea of unbridled rapture, the patrons were given quite a spectacle.
Haan’s gut angrily gurgled, filling well beyond capacity with spunk. His belly sagged under the weight, his feminine mewling cut through the air, and his knees buckled under him. It was, without a doubt, one of the more extraordinary experiences he’d ever had - including that time he got drunk and fucked both teams at an intramural rugby match!
Wheezing, cum-drunk beyond reasoning, it was all he could do to stay standing and breath - that was, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. Lazily looking over with blurry and unfocused eyes, he stared at his manager. The mare looked somewhat displeased, scrunching her snout and looking away, although she appeared to be blushing heavily.
“Haan, I think that’s enough for tonight. I don’t know what that was, but you need to go home and get cleaned up,” she muttered, handing him a dish towel.
“But I…” he began, only then realizing how deathly silent the room was.
Scanning the bar, seeing that everyone was staring at him, he blinked and peered down his chest. Jizz crept down one of his legs, pooling in his shoe and making a mess on the floor. As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, it felt like he had a fire hydrant sized plug lodged in his ass.
Snatching up the towel and sighing to himself, he awkwardly shambled towards the exit. Fuck it - he’d already made a decent amount of tip money and he figured he’d earned himself a drink. He wasn’t that put off by the scene he’d inadvertently caused, hoping that it may have more patrons asking for him specifically - regardless, he’d been given an order and he was happy enough to oblige. Ambling towards his car, wondering when the sensation of having a gigantic dong in his rump would dissipate, he headed to Copper’s house; he’d have one hell of a story to tell his friend over the beer and pizza.
“Man, I wish I could’ve been there to see that craziness,” Copper laughed, plucking another buffalo wing from the basket.
“Yeah, well, if you ever tell me who you got that doll from, maybe I’ll return the favor for you,” Haan snickered.
The drone immediately halted and lowered the sauced chicken, before squinting over at his striped friend. “Ooooooh no - the last thing I need is for you to get your hands on a voodoo doll of me. Knowing you, you’d wait to use it until I visit the hive or - god forbid - my family.”
“Well,” the zebra sighed, reclining in his chair, “at least let me borrow the doll you got. I want to see if I can screw myself into a coma.”
“Only if I get to watch. As many times as I’ve told you to fuck yourself, it’d be nice to actually see it,” Copper snickered. Stripping the meat from his wing, he tossed the bone into a tiny trash pail and washed the bite down with the remainder of his cider.
It had been a whopping three days since the Haan’s voodoo incident and, as remarkable as it was, both stallions were back on good terms with one another. Sure, there had been some bitching and threatening directly after the revelation, although it had been a relatively harmless prank. Neither participant had been injured, there’d been no permanent damage done, and they’d both gotten their rocks off. After everything was said and done, they both put the event behind them - or so it seemed…
Unbeknownst to Copper, Haan had made arrangements to reap sweet, sweet revenge. Truth be told, he’d been sitting on something special to use against his friend, yet he hadn’t found the perfect time to use it. The act of having been plowed and used like a living condom, while fun, gave him the perfect opportunity to unleash his treasured weapon.
“I’ll top you up,” the Zebra remarked, smoothly getting to his feet and taking the changeling’s tankard.
“Thanks buddy. Once we wrap, you want to go catch a movie or something?” Copper asked, handing over his glass.
“Whatever you want, pal,” Haan giggled.
Shooting his companion a wink, he sauntered over to the serving station. Despite not being on the clock, the management allowed him to get their drinks - which was extremely important. Even though he had no intention of doing anything to wrong the eatery, he needed a split second of privacy to enact his payback. Slipping out of view and refilling his friend’s tankard, he swiftly emptied a small vial into the flagon.
The whole process took less than a minute and, as far as he knew, nobody had seen him stash the tiny bottle back into his pocket. Smiling to himself, swirling the clear liquid into the frothy cider, he cheerfully returned to the table. The seated drone grinned over at him, completely clueless about what he was about to be dosed with.
“And here ya go,” Haan hummed, handing over the cool, perspiring glass.
“Thanks. I tell ya, it’s been hotter than Tartarus this last week,” Copper grumbled, thirstily downing the cold beverage.
Fighting back a smirk, doing his damnedest not to tip his hand, Haan watched his buddy gulp down the drink. The elixir he’d clandestinely dosed the drone with was custom tailored to cause a changeling’s metamorphic abilities to go haywire, but there was a catch - though it would make Copper’s ability to transform misbehave, there was no exact way of knowing the end result. As the shapeshifter polished off the drink, he eased himself back and grabbed a wing to nibble on.
The following minute or so was relatively silent, as the pair picked away at the basket of chicken, yet it didn’t stay that way for long. Copper winced, flung a bone into the trash bucket, and pushed himself away from the table. It wasn’t surprising that the potion was beginning to have an effect, although what that effect was was yet to be seen.
“I...I’ll be right back,” the drone grumbled, scampering off in the direction of the restrooms.
Seeing the changeling retreat, Haan casually got up and pursued; be damned if he was going to miss whatever crazy shit was about to happen in the bathroom! Taking his time, traipsing through the dining area, he saw his way to the back and let himself into the lavatory. As with most public restrooms, a series of sinks sat along one wall; sitting opposite were four urinals and three toilet stalls, although the drone was mysteriously vacant.
“Copper?” Haan called, peeking beneath the partitions. “Everything ok, buddy?”
“Uh...Yeah...I just - Are you fucking KIDDING ME?!?’ Copper’s voice resonated throughout the small room, emanating from the final compartment.
Rushing into the next to furthest stall, Haan pressed his ear to the wall. His imagination went wild, wondering what fate had befallen his friend; it had to be something pretty wild, judging from the drone’s tone, but he wasn’t too concerned. The concoction was temporary and the effects were more or less harmless. Glancing downward, towards a gloryhole the staff conveniently chose to ignore, he was stricken with an idea.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, quietly undoing his belt and shimmying out of his painfully snug shorts.
“Gah...Stupid thing won’t go back in my pants!” Copper groused.
While the shapeshifter hadn’t said much, the statement caused Haan’s mouth to water. He was left to presume the thing in question was some monstrously warped and hopefully large package. Letting his shorts fall to the floor, he reached back and caressed his pucker; as always, he kept himself cleaned and pre-lubed for such unforeseen events. Pressing his rump to the opening - which he totally hadn’t installed himself - he hummed contentedly.
“If it’s that big, maybe you tucker it out a little,” he giggled. Eagerly awaiting the sensation of a big, warm, thick cock to prod his colt-hole, he got anything but. What felt like a pair of dual pin pricks caused him to yelp and jump away, as something stuck the tender flesh of his tush. “The fuck was…” he trailed off, when he wheeled around to see what had happened.
A snake - an actual fucking snake had emerged from the glory hole. Easily a foot long and covered in obsidian scales, it peered up at him with a pair of azure eyes. The realization, while fascinating, filled him with an instant dread. Reaching back and caressing his behind, he gulped.
“Did your fucking cock bite me?!” he croaked, as a subtle warmth began coursing through him.
“Not like I wanted it to!” Copper shot back, while his obviously sentient dong peered up at his companion. “Can you suck the venom out?”
“Uh…” Haan peered back at his backside, knowing full well that removing the toxin would be impossible - still, as unsettling as the situation was, he wasn’t too worried; if anything, he was having a hard time not getting turned on.
Reaching behind himself, massaging his tender cheek, his fingers drifted to his winking pucker. Whatever the heck had gotten into him didn’t feel bad - no, if anything, he felt pretty fucking good. Absentmindedly fingering himself, he gazed down at the serpent. As if it knew it was being watched, the living cock yawned and he swore it winked at him. His erection seemingly didn’t give two shits about the strange bizarre circumstances, leaving him with a sudden, raging hard-on.
To say Copper was slightly thrown off by the unexpected and wholly disconcerting turn of events would be an understatement. One minute, he’d been enjoying some food and a drink with his friend - the next, he’d discovered that his cock had become an uncooperative viper of some persuasion. While his member seemed to have developed a mind of its own, it retained the sensitivity of his stallionhood.
He gnawed his lip, as something gently stroked his writhing length. His dong didn’t seem to mind the attention - then again, he had no way of knowing for sure. The stupid thing didn’t seem to cooperate with him, although maybe his friend would have better luck. No sooner had the hopeful thought crossed his mind than his tool leapt forward and wrapped around something long and hard.
Screwing his eyes shut, he scrunched his snout. “Please tell me that’s not…”
“It’s wrapped around my dick and I’m too scared to move,” Haan bleated, staring down at his constricted shaft.
Staring up at him, apparently pleased with itself, the snake massaged and licked his length. He’s never thought he’d see a lustful serpent, yet the look it gave him was unmistakable. It’s smiling, fanged maw, set below a pair of heavily lidded eyes, worked its way up his stallionhood. Reaching his glans, the little fiend’s forked tongue lavished his tip, opened its jaw, and forced him into its gullet.
Both stallions froze, as the dynamic took an abrupt and entirely unsettling turn. The salacious snake’s esophagus was astoundingly sensitive, leaving Copper at a loss for words. Haan fared no better, with his tool fellated what had been his friend’s completely normal, un-animated cock. Each found themselves entranced by the pleasing, completely outlandish sensations accosting them.
“H...holy fuck, this is amazing,” Haan gasped, jamming a third finger into his ass. The unorthodox blowjob, while enjoyable, was made even more so by the prostate stimulation.
Copper simply nodded, unwilling or unable to confess how captivating the sensation was. He’d never tried sounding before - hell, he’d never even given it much thought, but he couldn’t deny how good it felt. Bucking against the partition, eager for more of the alien pleasure, he hoped his newfound equipment would take the hint and continue.
With the zebra fucking the drone’s dick, and the dick evidently happy to oblige, the two went to town. Neither could have ever anticipated doing something so freaky, while in the bathroom of a bar and grill, but they couldn’t care less. The serpent’s interior conformed to the striped intruder, bulging obscenely with each thrust, as it covetously looked up at its mate.
The heat within Haan’s chest steadily mounted, causing him to paw at his shirt. It almost felt as if he’d been stricken with a fever - one which clouded his mind with lewd thoughts and heightened his sensitivity. Even though he’d only been going at it for a few minutes, he was rocketing to his limit; maybe it was because he didn’t typically use his stallionhood to get off, or perhaps it had something to do with whatever was in the snake’s venom - either way, he struggled not to pop.
“C...Copper, I’m - Hnnngh!” was all he could manage, as the serpent hilted him and bit his groin.
The additional influx of toxin, paired with having his entirety entombed within the muscular length of reptile, did him in. Damn near mewling, he fitfully bucked his hips and blew his load into the serpent. Steeling a glance downward, he watched the creature rhythmically undulate and milk the spunk from his stallionhood.
Copper’s breath hitched in his throat, as the Haan’s jizz coursed into his balls. The sensation was hard to describe, completely different than anything he’d experienced before, but he absolutely loved it. Humping the wall, desperate to cum, the unimaginable happened. The slick confines of his scaled stallionhood were left vacant, when his friend pulled back and stepped away.
“Don’t! I’m so close!” he pleaded.
Sinking down and peeking through the opening, he was greeted by the sight of a plump and extraordinarily slick pucker. The zebra’s backdoor enticingly winked, causing him to rocket back to his feet. There was no way in hell he was going to pass up an invitation of that caliber. Grabbing hold of the recalcitrant reptile at his groin, he menacingly raised a finger.
“If you don’t behave, I’m going to fist you until I cum,” he darkly muttered, balling his hand into a fist. The snake’s eyes went wide and it gulped, before it straightened out and took a rigid stance.
“Breed me!” Haan whimpered, pawing at his chest. “I...I need to feel you inside my fertile colt pussy!”
The second dose of venom did little to help Haan’s situation - if anything, it complicated factors to the nth degree. What had started as a warmth in his bosom had blossomed into an ache, as his chest expanded. At an alarming rate, as the potent toxin worked through his system, his breasts grew to obscene proportions. Before he knew it, two udder like tits struggled against his flimsy t-shirt.
To make matters worse, he’d almost immediately begun lactating. Awash in a sea of depraved thoughts, yearning for nothing more than to be knocked up by the stud in the next stall, he fervently pressed his ass to the partition. He’d had no way of knowing that the potion he’d drugged Copper with would find its way into his system, or that it would take a heavier psychological toll, although that was the last thing on his mind - all he knew was that he was a fertile field ready to be plowed.
Given that Copper had yet to achieve release, and the fact that his immense swollen balls now held an extra helping of seed, nearly drove him mad with lust. He could have easily exited the stall and moved into the compartment with his friend, if he’d taken a moment to think, yet the notion was lost to him. Aligning himself with the presented hole, he sank his length into the zebra’s warm, snug depths.
As soon as he was penetrated, Haan began feverishly humping back against the wall. The flimsy partition groaned under the impacts of his behind, as he caved to his burning desires. With Copper quickly following suit, pounding his hips against the divider with reckless abandon, the partition besieged on two fronts.
“Harder, Daddy! Pump this baby bakery full of that hot foal batter!” Haan beseeched, clenching around the drone’s shaft.
Standing on his tiptoes and arching his back, he ensured every thrust hammered against his sensitive prostate. With one leaky teat in each hand, his fingers pinched and tweaked his leaking nipples. His floppy prick, while untouched, slung pre-cum and spunk to the floor below. In that moment, his stallionhood was but a vestigial remnant of his masculinity - he was, for all intents and purposes, a needy mare doing her best to sate her yearning.
The begging, while a bit odd, only served to get Copper more worked up. Unlike his friend, who was an utter butt-slut, he relished the opportunity to mount a lover. Though he was aware of some movement by his dong, his snake-dong had temporarily decided to assist with his efforts. Nearly jackhammering himself into his mate, he lost himself to the mounting bliss.
“Do it!” Haan implored, sensing the cock throbbing wildly within him. “Knock me up!”
The whorish request was Copper’s undoing, causing him to bust a nut on the spot. Gritting his teeth, his body went into overdrive. Pumping two heaping helpings of seed through his dick, while taxing, easily eclipsed the ecstasy of a regular climax. What would have normally been a few ounces of jizz became pints of scalding spunk, due to the additional cream in his nuts and the potion’s effects.
Screaming to the heavens, Haan was granted his wish. Virile seed flooded his depths, surging through him like a raging river. The heat and pressure, coupled with the pulsating medial ring against his p-spot, proved too much to bear; imagining himself actually being impregnated was simply the icing on the cake. Without so much as having touched himself, he was stricken with a cataclysmic orgasm of his own.
Howling and huffing, the pair rode out their rapture in tandem. Haan’s belly, below his heaving, milk slickened bosoms, gradually expanded and hung beneath him. With wave after wave of cream disgorged through his shaft, Copper did what he could to remain standing throughout the seemingly endless ordeal. At the end, after what felt like a small eternity, the two were left on wobbly legs - spent and barely coherent.
Copper pushed himself away and languidly unsheathed his serpentine stallionhood from the glory hole. Thankfully, the snake appeared mollified - dangling lazily between his legs. Nodding to himself, intent to check on his friend, he shambled out and into the zebra’s stall. Sadly, he was woefully unprepared for what he encountered.
As he swung open the door, Haan struck. Leaping forward and tackling him to the floor, the femcolt caught him unawares. Staring down his chest, watching his companion hungrily lick and suck the cum from his dick, his mouth flapped wordlessly - that was, until his companion looked up and grinned at him.
“I’m gonna be a mommy!” Haan squealed. Before the drone could speak a word, he crawled up and gleefully hugged his would-be baby daddy.
With no way of knowing exactly what had happened to his friend, Copper was sure of only one thing - they needed to leave and leave quickly. Shoving away the affectionate, lactating zebra, he scrambled to his feet and hauled his amorous buddy along. The exit to the bar wasn’t too far from the restroom, so they should be able to make a clean getaway.
Dutifully following after the father of his unborn foal, Haan lovingly caressed his prodigious belly. Wondering if he’d bear a colt, filly, or possibly both, he was led out into the dining area and towards the door. Passing a table, seeing what could only be the approving look of a table of patrons, he pulled Copper into a hug.
“We’re gonna have a family!” he declared.
Ignorant to the fact that the customers could have been awestruck by his gravid state, his udder-like tits, or that he was naked from the waist down, he was only eventually dragged out the exit and into the parking lot. His drone daddy simply wanted to get him home for some post-coitus spooning and he was not about to deny his mate.
Keeping his eyes on the ground, Copper stomped through the parking lot and to his car. He was well aware that they’d abandoned several articles of clothing in the bathroom, made a spectacle of themselves, and more than likely confused and/or aroused several customers, but he didn’t care. He’d just blown the biggest load of his life and needed to escape. Figuring out what had happened could wait until after he’d gotten a shower and a nap.
“Can we get some ice cream on the way home?” Haan blithely inquired, tugging on the changeling’s arm.
Copper grunted and nodded, unwilling to argue. On the off chance that he had somehow knocked up his friend, the extra calories couldn’t hurt and he wouldn’t mind a snack for himself. Opening the passenger car of his car and ushering the zebra into his seat, he ran around and hopped into the driver’s side. After getting a pair of sundaes from a drive through, then he could sort all the crazy shit out...
