Author's Note

Our second session finds Mac and Zecora enjoying a nice day on the beach, oblivious of the tiny guy who's fun time they've ruined. Of course, as one might expect, this turns into quite the adventure for the little guy, who ends up inside one of the giants, and then passed through in a rather odd way. For those unaware, there is a subset of vore called endoso, I can enjoy it, and played around with it a bit here. This one also features some sex stuff, and watersports, so be warned.

Themes: Macro/Micro, Unaware, Vore, Body Explore, Pie, Sandwich, Endoso, Watersports, Swimming in Cum.

Macro Zecora: Big Mac and Zecora
Myself: Unnamed Human

Mac and Zecora's Beach Time Fun

There was a loud ‘thwoom’ sound as a massive foot slammed into the beach, kicking up a huge amount of sand. The massive foot belonging to a large striped creature it a teal bikini that stood at least 300 feet tall. She looked over the beach and smiled. “Yes. This looks like a good place to relax.”

There were a large number of tiny creatures of the beach, but they were so small and insignificant, that she basically just ignored them. They were simple nuisances at best. And she simply walked on top of them as she went over to lay out her beach towel.

I had gotten to the beach early this morning, enough so that I’d actually gotten to watch the sun rise through the ocean. That was quite the sight, and it was blinding enough that I’d missed a brief moment of a flash that had surrounded the area, making me blink against it, before just laying back and letting the sounds of the surface striking against the beach allow me to drift off to sleep.

That sleep was actually really peaceful for several hours, with that beautiful sun streaming down onto my skin, warming me all up. Then a shudder passed through the sand. It was enough to make the world shake about like a salt shaker being upended, and it caused many things to scatter out of the sand, some of them coming into my view for the first time.

The sight of them was shocking, as what should have been crabs, and maybe some sand fleas were not normal. Some were larger than they should have been, some smaller, and all with weird colorings, or even odd makeups, like one that seemed to have literally been carved from rock as it went scuttling away. Of course, they were the least of the things that caught my eye, as the pounding noise came closer.

The sight that greeted me was a woman, one that looked suspiciously like a zebra, but with arms and legs. A teal bikini and top were the only things on her body, and her bare feet were slamming down into the sand, scattering the dunes as she went, heedless of what got crushed under foot, which nearly included me as her sole blocked the sun overhead, and I ran out from beneath it, just getting out in time to turn and watch as my towel, cooler, and radio was smashed into nothing beneath her weight.

A large beach towel with a spiral sun pattern on it fell over the beach. It was easily the size of a large circus tent and covered almost from the edge of the water to the edge of the beach. The monstrous zebra woman didn’t seem to mind, though, and lay down on it happily. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact she had just stepped on several people as she stretched out, her back popping into place. “Mmmm… It’s been a long week. It’s nice to be able to visit the beach every once in awhile.” She allowed the shore the lap at her feet, washing away anything that remained of whatever and whoever she had stepped on. Her stomach growled, she hoped Mac would get here soon, but she figured for now, she would work on her tan. She reached back and undid the clasp to her top, allowing her gigantic boobs to bounce freely.

Gasping and watching as the large zebra woman walked farther down, I was forced to shut my eyes and cover my head as she struck out with her towel, flapping it briefly in the air, and scattering sand in every direction. That wind seemed like nothing to her, but it was enough to bury me in the grit and dirt for several seconds, forcing me to slowly dig my way back out into the open air, nearly sufficating me before I finally burst free of it, and taking a deep breath of the salty, sea air. Gulping down as much as I could, I turned to find her laying herself back on her towel, the odd pattern on it a match for a symbol on her thigh as she said words that were loud enough to shake the world briefly, before her stomach grumbled out like a monster, and then she undid her top, letting me watch as her womanly attributes briefly bounced in the sun, before she let go of it, and it came down towards me. Crying out, I ran from beneath the large cloth cup, trying to get out from beneath them, lest I get lost in the fabric, and my course took me right onto her towel, where I tripped at the corner, and then slid across it, soon coming to a stop right beside her thigh.

The ground started shaking again as another giant approached the beach. This one was somehow even bigger! Standing a full head taller than the zebra. It was a male, wearing a loose pair of swimming trunks with red and green apple patterns all over them. This one appeared to be a male, and was covered in red fur, except for an orange mane, which blew majestically in the wind as he walked over to the sunbathing zebra.

“Hello, Zecora.” He smiled, his foot landing dangerously close to the tiny human below. “I see you’re working on that lovely fur of yours.”

“Mac!” Zecora blushed. “I didn’t expect you here for another half-an-hour!” She quickly covered herself with an arm.

“Well, I figured you’d be hungry, since I told you not to eat breakfast.” He set down a massive picnic basket, easily the size of a gas station. “I packed us all sorts of good stuff.”

I slowly began to back away from the thigh of the zebra, not wanting to touch the giantess, lest she know I was here. I didn’t know what she’d do to me if she did, but it seemed best not to get involved, and instead, creep away. Of course, that plan was thwarted as the world shook again, this time with even louder footsteps, and soon enough, a huge figure crossed the dunes, coming closer to us.

His gaze swept along the body of the zebra, as she dozed lightly, and I saw those green eyes nearly lock with mine, and with a small noise, I hoped neither heard, I looked for somewhere to hide from his sight. Unfortunately, the towel offered me little in the way of hiding places, and instead I was forced to just dive down, laying myself as flat as possible, which proved to be a boon, as the giant stallion took a step forward, onto the towel.

His foot came down like a boulder, and it shook the world around me as he walked all over me. Literally, the foot smashed me down into the towel, and I began to smell the heat and sweat coming from between his toes as he stood there, oblivious to my presence as he set down what was in his hands, and then finally took a step off me, letting me breath for a moment, and see the basket laying nearby.

Briefly, I considered diving into the thing, I could smell bread, cheese, meat, and other tantalizing odors from inside, but the idea of being somewhere near the food of these giants wasn’t appealing, and as the stallion moved, his gaze once more sweeping over her body as she set up, I saw an opening between her legs as she raised her knees off the towel, and I rushed for it, getting out of sight of the two.

“Oh. I see.” Zecora giggled and opened the basket, glancing over the contents of the food within. “All the makings for sandwiches I see.” She started pulling stuff out of the basket, and setting it down in the area of the of the towel that the tiny human was running through. She placed a huge block of cheese, easily the size of a car down, followed by a gigantic water silo, full of what appeared to be mayonaise. And then bread to the side of it.

“Eyup.” Macintosh nodded. “And I even brought us a pie for dessert.” He smiled. “Which I guess makes it the second sweetest thing on this beach.” He chuckled.

Zecora rolled her eyes at his cheesy line, but couldn’t help but laugh at it a little. “Aw… Come here you.” She pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the nose.

Macintosh smiled at her enthusiasm. “Uh… is this gonna end how I hope it’s gonna…” She blushed.

“Maybe…” Zecora looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “That’ll depend on a few things. Like how much energy I’ll have after eating, and how good your pie is...”

Mac smirked. “I guarantee, you won’t be disappointed.”

The two titans moving above me were like great mountains of muscle. First the zebra shifted in how she was sitting, making her butt come dangerously close to crushing me beneath her might cheeks, and then her legs came together, her powerful thighs nearly squashing me between them in a way I knew would have been deadly for someone of my stature compared to her’s, and so I was forced to run for it.

Diving between her legs, I landed on the towel, and almost immediately had the sky darken again. For a moment I thought it was the foot of the stallion again, but he was now on the towel with her, sitting down, and looking up, I found instead a huge slice of bread being lowered towards me. Crying out, I ran from the thing, getting just out from under it, as the zebra lady started talking to what I assumed was her beau.

Luckily, the pair weren’t looking at me, or at anything else, other than each other. Unluckily, the zebra woman continued to unload the basket, and I was forced to dodge around a block of cheese that easily could have crushed me, and a silo that smelled funny, like a deli, and I realized it must have been stuffed with mayo, from the white goop that dripped from around the top.

I barely got out of the way as those things came down, and then the titans kissed in the air above me, the stallion’s hands coming down just so that they pressed me into the towel, his fingers forming into fists as he seemed to get excited thanks to what she was doing, if his rapidly beating heart was any indication. Unfortunately, as he raised his hand, he kept the fist closed, and I was drawn into the sky by the oblivious red lug, leaving me hanging in the air, unwilling to move, lest he realize I was in his grip.

Mac’s hands quickly found it’s way to Zecora’s back as he kissed her back, the two looked like they were going to have sex right then and there, but another growl from Zecora’s stomach snapped her out of her lust. “Mmm…” She broke away from his embrace. “I… I need a minute to get something to eat…” She panted, “And then we can…”

Macintosh nodded and pulled the pie out of the basket as he watched Zecora preparing herself a sandwich. He was clearly very excited under his swimming trunks, as Zecora hadn’t bothered to put her top back on. She picked up a knife, that looked like it should be used in an industrial sawmill and started scooping thick amount of mayo onto the bread, glancing back up at Mac with every other pass over the bread.

The ride in the hand was quite jarring for me, as the stallion moved, and then suddenly I found himself pressed into the black and white fur of the zebra woman, finding it was actually softer, and thicker than I would have imagined. It was actually making me a bit aroused, though that might have been the amount of musk in the air from the pair, as they were playing at their games, at least until the zebra’s stomach let out a rumble.

Mac’s hand released me, and I found myself trying desperately to get a grip on Zecora’s shoulders as he did so, but the fur strands were just slick enough that I couldn’t find any. With a shout, I rolled down her body, her arm knocking me off, and landing with a splorch sound inside the silo full of mayo, the stuff thick enough that I could barely move as it forced it’s way into my mouth and nose.

Luckily, I didn’t have to endure it long, as Zecora’s blade found me on the first pass, and I was once again gulping down air. At least until she smashed me hard into the bread, the ‘knife’ she was holding rubbing over my body, and somehow separating me from my swim trunks, leaving me nude, even as the two above me didn’t even see my tiny form on the slice of bread the zebra was holding.

Mac watched intently as Zecora finished spreading the mayo on the sandwich. She then went on to the task of putting slices of cheese on the bread, purposely doing it meticulously as possible, so she could tease his arousal as long as possible. She even wiggled her breasts back and forth for his amusement as she did.

At last she finished the filling of her sandwich and placed a piece of bread on top of it. Before seductively licking her lips and taking a messy bite out of it, allowing some of its contents to drip all over the towel below.

Macintosh chuckled nervously as he watched her eat, some mayonnaise spilling onto her chest. “Is…” He gulped. “Is it good?”

“Mmm…” The zebra happily licked her lips. “Very good.” She smiled before taking another bite.

The mayo was heavy, even as it was spread over my body, making it hard to breath, let alone move. I struggled, squirmed, and otherwise tried to break free of the stuff, but it was difficult to do more than lift my head, before another weight slammed down onto my back, making me cry out as it felt like I was being crushed under a block. Worse, it drove me down into the mayo again, and suddenly I could only breath through my nose.

After more weight is put on my back, and then something above even that that feels heavier still, the world moves in a jerky fashion, and I feel my stomach drop into my knees as the sandwich I was now part of was lifted into the sky. The anticipation of being chomped, chewed, or otherwise crushed by the teeth of one of the two equines lasts no time at all, as the zebra jams a large chuck of the sandwich into her muzzle, and me along with it.

Well, half of me anyway, as I’m hanging out of her lips, the soft, but firm things crushing my middle, even as her teeth smash through the bread and cheese. Saliva covers my face, and her tongue sweeps out, probably to try and draw me into her maw, but I push against it, and instead go into free fall, slamming into her muzzle once, before rolling off, and thanks the way she was sitting, falling right into the space between her breasts, which then seal around me as she chuckles to herself.

The sounds of her body beneath me were disturbing, as the chewing from above translated as an almost machine like grind. Then the squelching noise of the swallow, as the load of food is drawn down into her middle, passing beneath me as if to tell me that I’d almost been part of it, before it was gone into the gurgling noise of her belly, leaving me a mayo covered form still trapped on her rack, as I tried to pull myself free.

“Thank you.” Macintosh smiled. “I’m glad you liked it…” He sweated nervously, despite it being a relatively cool day out.
Zecora took another bite of her sandwich, before giving a confused look and fishing a finger around the inside of her mouth. “What’s this?” She asked, pulling out a pair of slightly chewed swimming trunks.

“No idea.” Macintosh shrugged. “Must be debris from the beach. Sorry about that…”

Zecora finished her sandwich and swallowed, before sitting up and running her fingers over Macintosh’s chest. “Well, it doesn’t matter. It was very good regardless.” She smiled and hugged his chest. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back. “And thank you for sharing these with me.” He ran a finger across her naked breasts, eliciting a giggle from the zebra.

“I’m glad you’re pleased with them.” She smirked. “But we still haven’t tried out that pie of yours,” She licked her lips. “I hope it’ll be good.”

The struggles against her body weren’t nearly as easy as they should have been, due to the way she kept moving. My grip on her fur was tenuous during the best of times, and each time she spoke or moved her arm, I would lose it, and slide back down between her breasts, which sometimes would squish together, leaving me wheezing for a moment, as the giantess kept eating.

Finally, at last, I was able to grab enough of a handful, wrapping it around my own hands to literally drag myself up, laying in the fuzz on her left breast, gasping and choking on the air. Luckily, the fur was thick enough right here that it was higher than I was when I was laying down. Unluckily, the finger of the stallion was taller still, and it hit me hard, as the pair began to draw closer, knocking me of, so I slid down her body, before ending up just above her crotch, my fingers grasping at her belly button.

“Oh, don’t you worry.” said Mac. “I promise you it’ll be good.” He picked up a similar massive knife. “Just give me a second to get everything ready.”

“Okay.” Zecora nodded and stood up above him. “I hope you don’t mind if I do the same.” She stuck a finger into her waistband and snapped it, instantly getting the horny stallion’s attention.

Mac slowly cut the pie, but couldn’t take his eye off of Zecora as she continued to slowly play with her waistband, each time leaving a bit more of her nice, round flank exposed.

Macintosh wasn’t able to pay attention what he was doing properly, and as she started sliding them down all the way, he slipped a little and brushed the knife against his finger, not enough to draw blood, as the giant stallion had a very thick hide, but enough for it to be a little painful. He gave a surprised yelp.

Zecora smirked, she knew Mac was fine, but did feel a little sorry for him. “Oh, are you okay?” She smirked and sauntered towards him, kicking her swimsuit bottom free as she did. “Do you want me to kiss it better?”

“Uh… that would be nice…” said Mac, before realizing she was sort of role playing with him. “Uh… of course, there’s another digit I have that could also use a little healing.” He grinned sheepishly.

Hanging where I was, I got to watch as the stallion held a knife like thing in his hand, and then brought up a pie of indeterminant make, slicing into the crust with ease using the thing. His blade gleamed in the sun overhead, and was actually almost distracting enough that I forgot where I was, at least until Zecora rose to her feet. Suddenly, the ground was far, far below me, rather than within jumping distance, making the next action a bit more meaningful, as her hand came down.

For a brief instant, I feared she’d felt me, despite seemingly having so thick a skin that I was invisible to her. That was, fortunately, the case. The thing she was doing was still a problem, however, as her hand snapped at her waistband, pulling it far away, and then letting it fall back into a place with a deafening crack. I would have covered my ears against the sharp noise, but I found the belly button shaking as the sting of it went through her, and I was forced to grab on tightly, as she moved around, nearly spilling me out onto the towel or sand far below.

Before I could climb back into the belly button, a yelp noise, like the below of a great beast, came out of the stallion, and Zecora froze in mid step, making my grip all the looser, as I hung on by a literal hair from her belly, swinging a little too and fro as she stepped forward. Then she was next to the stallion, and I found myself contemplating a leap of faith, one that was decided for me as she leaned forward, and I spilled out off her, and then landed heavily on the stallion’s chest.

Mac’s fur was, if not as thick as Zecora’s, at least rougher, and I was able to grab it to slow myself, eventually coming to a halt just above his shorts, and then looking up as the two playfully began to stare into each other’s eyes. That gaze was broken as Zecora began to turn her head, and I realized there was no way she would miss me, as her head began to turn, so I was faced with a choice I made swiftly. Letting go of the hair, I slid downwards farther, and soon was inside Big Mac’s shorts, his throbbing erection right next to me, filling the air with musk.

Big Macintosh smiled as Zecora delivered a quick peck to the end of his finger, before gently pushing him down to the ground. He gulped and smiled as Zecora slowly pulled down his swimming trunks, letting his musk dissipate into the air, which her nostrils happily inhaled. Sensing it was free from its confines, his throbbing erection immediately stood up on end, almost doubling in size.

“Oh… It does look rather sensitive.” Zecora purred. “I’ll be sure to be very gentle.” She leaned in close and gave it a gentle kiss on the very tip, making Mac’s toes curl with glee.

Zecora smiled and ran her fingers through Mac’s thick orange pubes, allowing her fingers to become coated with his lovely musk. She licked her lips and got ready to really go down on him, when Mac help up his hand.

“W-wait…” He protested. “I think…” He gulped. “You should have some of my pie first. It wouldn’t make sense for you to start with the sweetest thing I have to offer…” He scooped up a piece and held it out to the zebra, who happily took the piece in her hands.

The air rushed in, as a pair of familiar fingers worked their way into the shorts, and I dove down into the thick jungle of hair around the shaft, trying to ignore the musty smelling sweat as it coating my body, at least cleaning off the mayo at last, and leaving me exposed as the zebra lady pulled the shorts off Mac’s body, bring a shiver to my skin as the open air was nowhere near as warm as the shorts.

Above me, the face of Zecora hung in the sky, her eyes seeming to bore into me with her full weight, as she sucked in the air around me. Her nostrils flared, and a feeling like a vacuum that drew me out of the hair, and left me to fall as she stopped. Sadly, I didn’t fall onto the stallion again, but rather, between the two, and landing with a grunt on a rough, brown surface at smelled of baked goods.

With a grunt, I tried to rise up from where I’d landed, but the voices above me rumbled, and I was left laying flat against the ground as everything moved, with the stallion picking up the thing I was laying on, and then holding it out to the zebra, who didn’t even look down at me, as she brought the slice of pie towards her.

Zecora happily opened her mouth and took a big bite of the pie. Her face lighting up as she swallowed a mouthful. “Mmmm…” She purred. “That was good, Mac.” She said, before bringing what little was left of the pie into her mouth. But instead of immediately swallowing it, she leaned in to kiss Macintosh, letting the half-chewed food swap back and forth in their mouths as their tongues fought with each other.

Zecora raised her hips as they made out, allowing Macintosh to slowly penetrate her as they both swallowed the pie. Zecora smiled as his tip slowly eased its way inside of her. “You’re right, Mac.” She panted. “That was a really good pie.”

“Heh!” The stallion smirked and grunted as he moved himself around to penetrate her deeper. “I’m glad you liked it. I put my heart and soul into that pie.”

“Well, it did seem like it was shouting a little.” She smirked as sweat started to drip from her as well. “Maybe that was its way of saying it was happy to be eaten.”

Macintosh chuckled. But did feel that Zecora had a point, as he could have sworn he heard it as well, but he didn’t have time to dwell on the matter, as he was quickly swept up by the heat of the moment.

Zecora’s muzzle came on like a black hole, and I dove away from it just in time, her teeth coming down like guillotine blades and breaking through the pie’s crust with a loud crack. The ground beneath me shook, and I nearly fell off the piece of dessert I was on, to the ground below, but my hand hooked onto a small bit of crust that was sticking up, and I was just able to keep myself in my position, allowing me to watch as the zebra woman almost swallowed the first bite of pie whole.

When her mouth opened again, I cried out as loudly as I could, but my words didn’t reach her ears, as she shoved me into her maw. The cool breeze of the beach was replaced with the hot, humid inside of a living body, as saliva and fluids began to drip all around me, soaking into the pie, and forcing me to abandon it as it became a goopy mess on her tongue.

Landing with another splat, I was given a single moment of peace, before her mouth began to move around me. At first, I thought she was chewing, and I tried to move away from her teeth, but then I realized it was worse than that, as a second tongue entered her maw, and I was sandwiched between them as they wrestled, the pie chunks going around me, and making it impossible to tell what way was which in the chaos.

I screamed as I felt the world shake, and then louder still as the moaning of two voices in pleasure shook my body, making it hard to breathe. I fought, punched, and tried to even bite the tongues around me as they moved less like solid objects, and more like tides of flesh, waves passing between them, and tossing me all around. I nearly landed on a molar a time or two as the pair of titans kiss around me.

Finally, they stop, and the tongues slowly untangle themselves, leaving me gasping on the long whale of a member I’m almost pasted to by the spit. My position lasted only a few seconds, however, as the one who’s mouth I was in, chose to swallow the contents of it, the tip of the tongue rising up in a horribly slow arc, before I was sliding backwards into the throat, with one last scream, before the muscles grabbed me, and dragged me down into the body far below.

Zecora smiled as the last bits of the pie disappeared down her throat. Her stomach churned happily as she and her her lover made love on the beach, still completely oblivious to the tiny human that had tagged along for the ride with them. Zecora was bouncing up and down quite a bit, but was a fertile mare, and could afford to make love several times a day, she would probably do so later, once her meal had been given a chance to digest.

But for now, she moaned, which could be heard for miles around as she finally achieved orgasm, bouncing and thrusting far harder than usual. The two giant equines just lay there, panting and gasping on the sweat and sex-covered towel. They timidly ground up against each other and kissed, still lying naked on the beach. The thought of covering themselves completely exiled from their sex-hazed minds. Zecora didn’t even notice the faint yelling or kicking sounds coming from her stomach, she was far too enthralled with Macintosh for that.

Hours passed, and the two seemed more than content to spend to the whole day, lying nude on the beach and talking to each other. It’s not like the had any responsibilities to get to. It was a life of ease being that size.

The throat was made of soft walls backed by hard muscle, that gave and smashed together around me, making the air pressure rise and fall with each motion. It was large enough that as they pulled away, I couldn’t get a grip, but when they came together, the motion was so powerful that I couldn’t do anything but be carried along by it. At least, that was what happened for the first few feet down.

At one point, there was a junction, and as it came I dove towards the one that didn’t have a gurgling sound down it. The pipe, instead, felt wet and gooey, and I was forced to roll down it as something at the end caused the air to get sucked down into the space. Once within, I realized quickly that I wasn’t in the stomach, as the walls, with the red tinted light coming through them, allowed me to see porous walls.

It took several motions of the walls going out, making the air feel thick and heavy, and then pulling back inward, making the air light and thin, that I realized I was in the lungs of one of the giants. Their body shuddered and shook, and by the pattern of breath, I figured they were going at each other, which was less than ideal, as I shouted out, trying to get them to hear me, pounding against walls that felt more like sponge than flesh.

Before I could come up with another plan, the body around me jerked, tossing me backwards, onto the floor of the lung. Then the equine breathed in deeply, dragging more and more air into their body, and pressing me farther and farther into the pores, until, as they let out a shout of orgasam, I was literally sucked out into the wall, my body being jerked, compressed, and stretched, until I was dragged into a tube that was full of liquid.

The tube was tight, more restrictive than the throat, but the liquid in it was flowing around with such force behind it that I couldn’t help but be pushed along. That was the worse part, of course, as the motion of being dragged about made me nauseous. Worse, I couldn’t even pass out, as the liquid was breathable somehow, the stuff filling my lungs with oxygen, and making it obvious where I was.

The bloodstream. I was inside the veins of one of the titans. Their body was so powerful compared to mine that I was like a germ to them. As if to emphasis that, I was dragged into the thudding heart, where the walls jerked about wildly, their motion smashing into my body, and making me sore, even as I was pressed against walls, and then squeezed through fleshy valves.

After that, I was shot out again, and went with the blood around the body, being forced to endure every motion of the equine, before, mercifully, the ride ended. The bloody came to a thin spot in the walls, and my body proved too much for the vein to hold, as the wall burst, letting me spill out into open air. There, I coughed, and breathed in the musty smell of the inside of a living being.

It was still better than breathing blood, and I coughed for several minutes, getting tossed around as the chamber about me shook and bounced. It was a while later, possibly an hour, that I finally got back to my feet, and took stock. The chamber I was in wasn’t a stomach, that was sure, as the liquid in it wasn’t caustic, and smelled not of bile, but of musk, making me wonder just where I was, at least, for a few seconds.

Then I felt them, wriggling in the water, and I almost screamed, as I understood how bad my situation was. This was made worse as something squeezed the space I was in, making it even tighter, and nearly drowning me in the liquid, which clung to my body all over as it went back down, making me cough and spit it out as best as I could, while desperately pounding on the walls.

I was in Big Mac’s balls. Literally swimming in his cum, and if the motions of the chamber were any indication, outside, the pair were still going at each other. Worse still, the liquid was filling the space up, rising from around my ankles, to my waist in only a few minutes. If I didn’t get out of here soon, I’d be part of a load shot into the zebra, and I personally had no interest in seeing what she looked like that closely.

“Mmmm…” Macintosh purred as he squeezed his lover’s breast. Already he was feeling ready for a second round, his balls positively churning with lust and virility. “You gonna be ready for another round sometime?” He looked up and smiled.

“Yes…” Zecora slowly opened her eyes. “But I’d rather we spice it up a little. You know, try something we don’t do all that often.”

“Like what?” Macintosh raised an eyebrow. “Anal? Because I’ve plowed that nice ass of yours almost as many times as I’ve done my fields.” He chuckled.

“No… I was thinking… We’re at a beach, why don’t we go out and play some watersports?”

“Watersports?” Macintosh gave a confused look. “How’s that supposed to work.”

Zecora stood up and started wading into the water, which barely came up past her ankles, she had to go all the way out to the continental shelf for it to come anywhere close.

Macintosh followed her, aroused, but also a little confused. Zecora lay down and floated on the water’s surface, positioning herself below Mac. “Okay, honey…” She smirked and looked up at his cock. “I want you to pee on me… to cover me with your fragrant fluids.”

“Oh!” Mac looked down in surprise. “This is a little different.” He blushed. “I like it…”

The chamber shifted, shook, and moved, as the fluids continued to fill, making me very aware of where I was, and I decided, once it was up past my thighs even a little, I wanted out. I heard words through the thick, fleshy walls, but couldn’t understand them, but the way the walls shuddered and shook, I was sure it was a sign they were getting it on once again, and I refused to be part of a load, so I searched, and eventually found, a small opening in the wall above me.

Wriggling, squirming, and forcing my hands into it, I was able to pull the wall open at that spot, and then leapt upwards, the chamber nearly spilling onto me as I forced my way into a tight pipe of flesh. I knew what this was, and tried to ignore it, as I made my way up the urethra of the stallion, the walls around me crushing against where I was. At least the tube finally shifted, and it pointed downwards, instead of upwards, allowing me an easier time.

Then there was a sound of rushing liquids behind me, and I was very much aware of another activity that the male hole I was in was involved in. Images of me being pissed into a toilet and then flushed made my movements more frantic, but I was fighting a losing battle, as a rush of piss soon came down, and with a shout, it carried me out into the open air once again.

Zecora smiled as she felt gallons upon gallons of Macintosh’s warm piss splatter all over her striped coat. The scent of his potent liquid filled Zecora’s nostrils and drove her mad with lust.

“Was… that enjoyable?” asked Macintosh.

“Oh… you have no idea…” Zecora purred. “Now get down here, lover boy.”

Macintosh got down on his knees and got ready to go for another round with the titanic zebra, his urethra and cock already pleasantly buzzing from relieving himself, it slid inside easy as the two started to create massive waves.

I spilled out onto the fur of the zebra again, the wave of putrid piss splitting along her hairs, and taking me with it, so that I was splashed down into the water at her back. There, I felt relief at finally being free, and quickly began to swim away from the, headed as fast as I could towards the shore, and finally dragging my tired body onto the beach once again. Gasping, groaning, and too sore to move, I rolled over onto my back, and listened to the pair as they made love, and wished them a long and happy relationship, far away from me.