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The mug was warm with an exotic, sweet-smelling tea. It felt nice to hold in his hands. Tea. It was one of the few things in this new world that was ordinary to him. However, looking down into the undisturbed surface of the cinnamon-coloured liquid, Alex knew that it was likely composed of some alien root, or some unheard of and very rare leaf. However, such an idea did not provoke caution in the young man. It was merely a curiosity, one that did not impede him whatsoever as he brought the rim of the clay-moulded cup up to his full and plump lips. He swallowed back a furtive sip, humming contentedly as a pleasant fire was set in his stomach, spreading just a tincture of the tea’s warmth all throughout him. He continued to drink the lovely fluid until it was all in his belly, chasing more of its one of a kind warmth and flavour.
“I take it the tea is to your liking?” A voice, honeyed – auditory velvet – sounded from ahead of him.
“Your best yet,” he replied, bringing the cradled mug back to his large thighs, flashing the owner of the pleasant voice with a sincere smile.
Alex had gotten acclimated to the words coming from the mouth of something not human, although it did take him a little while. Talking equines was merely one of the many things he had to get used to alongside magic, flying ponies and manually controlled weather. The owner of the voice and brewer of the exotic brew was – as much as the idea would’ve bemused him several months ago – a zebra. His name was Zecora, and in this new world, he was Alex’s best - and only - friend. He had come to know Zecora through fortunate sequence of circumstances. One chance encounter in the market led to the blossoming of friendly conversation that quickly paved the road to kinship. While there wasn’t much he could have in common with beings capable of flight, magic and manual labour; as a stranger in a strange land, he found a kindred spirit in the striped stallion.
“Did you have a hard time reaching here?” Zecora asked. His voice, although level, permeated a concern that Alex tried – and failed – to dismiss on many occasions. “Eyes in the dark? Muskvine? Timberwolves?”
“No, nothing like that.” His answer was straightforward, even if delivered quietly. Alex felt his cheek tug at the corner of his lip, betraying a smile that the zebra always managed to coax out of him without failure. “I’ve walked the path to here so many times now that I know it like the back of my wrist.”
“Or like the back of my hoof, at least as far as I’m concerned,” Zecora chuckled, wearing a self-deprecating smile as he moved over to the shelves on three hooves – carrying a herb-filled jar in the forth. “It makes me happy to see you safe in my home at the very least.”
“And I’m happy to be in your home,” Alex replied promptly, giving Zecora an appreciative nod. His eyes then lingered on the zebra’s form as he walked. He didn’t often stare at ponies when they weren’t looking, but Zecora was, like most of the individuals in Equestria, an exception…
He also wasn’t technically a pony.
Seeing every sinew of muscle on his strong legs work just to move his lean body was strangely hypnotic. Alex pondered for a fleeting moment on how attractive the zebra was in general zeitgeist of Equestrian society – and phrasing it as such was the only way he could justify his continuing leering. Zecora was tall, taller than most, strong and… symmetrical. His coat was clean and smooth; Alex could confirm from multiple accidents of contact, that his fur was soft. In one aspect of attractiveness, Alex leaned coyly to the left, his smooth cheeks becoming imbibed with a tinge of pink. He just wanted to satiate his curiosity, nothing more! Or so he told himself.
He was familiar enough with equines at this point to know that stallions tend to flick their tails as they walked, which gave him a small but no so insignificant window to steal his look. Predictably, the tail flagged up just enough to give Alex a view. It was a lot to absorb from just a few seconds. At this point in his Equestrian life, he had caught glimpses of enough fat wrinkled ponuts and large soft taints to not be phased by them. Even the sacks of stallions weren’t enough to induce a blush in him anymore. Yet, Alex found his eyes widening and his cheeks burning. He only got a peek yet he absorbed the image, resuming his normal posture with a stoic, red face. Squished between Zecora’s strong thighs were the biggest, most rotund pair of cum ripe balls he had ever seen, wrapped in a sagging black-latex package.
He gulped, trying to push out the taboo thoughts he had about their weight and exact dimensions, squeezing his large thighs together on a near-feminine reflex. If he had any authority on the consideration of what was attractive, which was admittedly lessened due to the species difference, Zecora certainly filled the prerequisites in his eyes...
Did Zecora find him attractive? Alex tried to push the question from his mind. To him, the zebra was infallible. Strong of body, mind, and character, there was no way Zecora’s sentiment of Alex went beyond friendship. But that epiphany pushed him deeper into thought. Did he want to be more than friends?
“So what reason do you have for gracing me with your company?” he inquired smoothly, looking towards Alex with a charming smile from his position by the shelves, slotting a jar back into its slot on the middle shelf. “I assume you’re here for more than just tea?”
Alex was torn from his reverie by the stallion’s voice, forcing a smile. “I just wanted to be here,” he answered honestly, his forced smile converting to a shy simper, his cheeks starting to burn a little under the spotlight of Zecora’s inspecting, cyan eyes.
“And the only reason anybody would want to come here is for me,” he replied in a humoured tone, looking towards the human.
“Yes,” Alex confirmed with immediate promptness, chastising himself almost instantly for doing so. “Y-yeah, I mean, what else is out here?”
“I see…” Zecora trailed off, his eyebrow arching.
Silence reigned for a few moments. It wasn’t awkward, more tense. Alex wasn’t sure what to say to break it, staring at the zebra whilst his head told him to look literally anywhere else.
After a few moments, Zecora turned towards him, his eyes narrowing slightly into a complex expression. “Do you find me attractive, Alex? As a human, that is.”
Alex swallowed. “I guess you’re handsome... in a t-totally platonic s-sort of way,” Alex spluttered. Even to his reddening ears that sounded unconvincing, compounding his anxiety even further.
Alex then started to sip at his empty cup, trying to hide his blushing countenance and shield his view of Zecora’s likely expression of revulsion. By the time he dropped the mug back to his thighs, Zecora was only a steps away from the couch, freezing the human solid with nervousness.
“Do you want to hear what I think of you?” asked Zecora, hopping up beside him on the primitive sofa, flashing him a small grin as the two become eye level.
Alex swallowed. He expected either great things or very bad things to come from the striped stallion’s smiling maw. “I don’t think-”
“You are beautiful,” he stated, not missing a beat.
Alex felt his heart do a somersault, his fingers clenching even tighter around the wooden mug. “You ‘think’ or-”
“I’m certain of it,” he interrupted, adamant in tone.
Alex stopped breathing. He couldn’t tell if the warmth in his chest came from the tea or the zebra’s words but he had to be a fool to consider it the former. He realised his hands were shaking and he couldn’t bring himself to steady them, no matter what scant reserves of will he had left within him. His mind was a panic of a million different things, although one thing was pushed to the forefront of his mind: ‘beautiful’, an intentional word choice, one which made Alex’s heart flutter in his slim, flat chest.
His feathery brown locks framed his smooth, unblemished face, which blurred the line between male and female than most others. His cute button nose, beautiful and lively brown eyes when combined with his full, boyish lips contributed to his androgynous appeal. And below the neck, he was very slim save for a few key, important areas. His thighs were deliciously plump and soft, and the bulge in the front of his jeans would lead someone with false expectations to a nasty surprise were they to first absorb the delicious sight of Alex’s unmatched derrière. Were he to stand, then one would be privy to a view of his scandalously round, jiggly ass. The pert rump was put well on display in the tight jeans, which cupped his pale, delightfully smooth ass with almost purpose-built perfection.
“T-thanks, I’m happy to hear it,” Alex replied shakily, his accompanying smile shaky and wavering.
“I’m glad I can make you happy.” Zecora’s voice was now low, sensually so, his eyes partially lidded. Alex felt almost lulled into that expression, his body imploring him to move his lips to meet the zebra’s. “All I want to do is make you happy.”
“I… I d-don’t know what to say,” he blurted, his body rigid, his heart soaring.
“Then don’t say anything. I know you well, Alex. I know exactly what you want...”
After that, Zecora leaned towards him. Alex was frozen, thawing only somewhat once he felt the zebra’s warm lips brush against his exposed neck. The thaw allowed more emotions to flood his system. Panic was chief amongst them, but excitement joined it. Was this really happening? Was this out of his control? Did he want this? His mind tried to find the answers, fumbling in the dark, its layout very much like the winding path to Zecora’s hut. He knew with enough time, patience and isolation, he’d reach the answer of his own volition. However, his trembling hands released the mug – which fell to the floor – and reached for Zecora.
They softly latched onto either side of the stallion’s striped neck, his fingers gently brushing into the dense fur, the warmth of the zebra’s body under his palms hastened the beat of his heart. The contact made Zecora stop, pulling away from Alex’s neck, their eyes met. Alex might have been familiar with the path to the zebra’s home, but the deep blue hues, the veritable ocean of the zebra’s eyes were much easier to navigate. He found the answer he was looking for right away in those eyes. Then, with only a loud thump in his chest, his reservedness dissipating, he moved forward to meet Zecora’s lips halfway in a sudden kiss.
The zebra’s lips were surprisingly soft, and he couldn’t help but mewl upon meeting them, his jaw dropping right away to take in the stallion’s much larger tongue. The organ dominated his own, filling out his mouth in an incredibly one-sided skirmish as they traded spittle, sliding and wrapping around one another sloppily. The zebra’s mouth had the subtle taste of mint, a flavour Alex simply couldn’t get enough of, his tongue moving energetically against the much larger one it shared the space with. His hands instinctively roamed Zecora shortly after, feeling the stallion’s firm muscles under his groping palms. Zecora eventually progressed things, pushing Alex onto his back. Their lips remained connected as the zebra’s weight was split between the couch and the human’s waifish chest, the zebra’s hooves landing down on either side of his head.
Fuelled by passion, Alex began removing articles of clothing like he was on autopilot. He wanted to feel the stallion’s strong muscles and sleek coat against his bare skin. He kicked his shoes off, using the toes to pull each sock off. Meanwhile, he worked on removing the shirt he wore, sliding one arm through whilst using the other to pull it up over his head. He had to break the kiss unfortunately to remove the piece of clothing but that gave Zecora a moment to admire what was beneath.
Even in the heat of the moment he still found the time to feel bashful, his bared chest flushing pink as it was exposed to the zebra’s appreciative eyes. His slim chest rose and fell with his shallow breaths, the delicate skin making it a magnet to Zecora’s probing hoof. The limb came to trace an untidy circle on his smooth, porcelain white flesh. The gentle movement of the stallion’s hoof tickled him, making him squirm submissively under the strong limb. And when the hoof grazed over one of his puffy areola, his nipples already erect like little erasers, he clamped down on his lip to suppress a pleasured groan.
He couldn’t wait any longer, and he worried for the top button on his jeans should his cock continue to push against it. Hooking his thumb under the waistbands of both pants and underwear before sliding them partway down his thighs. The fact Zecora watched the process, standing over him as an indomitable observer gave a great deal of ceremony to the simple act. He had to look away from the zebra as the next few seconds were a clumsy display of shimmying, but eventually his skinny jeans and boxers lay as a heap on the floor somewhere beside the couch.
Now naked, Alex was torn between covering himself out of embarrassment and proudly presenting himself to the zebra above. His train of thought was stymied by myriad factors, chief of which was the fact their genitals now cuddled in a most lewd display. His humble white tusk, average in length and thickness, was smothered by the zebra’s mango-sized nuts. The smouldering warmth of the cum-filled testes helped bellow the fire in his blood, the black flesh contrasting with the pale white flesh of Alex’s cock. The sight provoked a bead of pre to squeeze from the human’s pink glans, an involuntary moan escaping his lips.
And then, as if on cue, the pendulous black sack flexed on his cock, and the broad ridged flare poured from its wrinkled den. Alex watched in a mixture of awe, lust, and perhaps even a smidgen of fear as the inches of fat black zebra cock pulsed their way out of the visibly overburdened sheath. The way piping hot blood rushed into the zebra’s appendage with each twitch, pushing it further and further out with every pronounced throb was a sight as of yet unmatched to Alex in sheer eroticism. The zebra’s member shoved out a generous number of inches per pulse, the thick rigid length immediately smothering Alex’s cock as it gradually slid up his flat pale stomach. Already, Zecora was hung by human standards, and Alex, although struck with slight feelings of inadequacy, couldn’t deny how fucking hot it was. Precum dribbled from his cocktip like drool did from his mouth, smearing the underside of Zecora’s ramrod as it continued to leave its sheath.
What contributed most to his burgeoning lust was the aroma. His nose had picked up on its rich, complex smell that came with it, inhaling it deeply – greedily, even. The strong musky scent provoked another throb from his own dick. Zecora’s scent was pure, undiluted masculinity, and Alex only needed a whiff to know how virile the zebra was. The way it congested his sinuses put him in a bitch-like state of mind, the whorish thoughts racing through him only desired for the zebra’s appendage to come out longer and fatter than he could reasonably take.
With that desire in mind, his brown eyes focused intensely on the broad black dome as it approached him, the already wrist-thick log of fuckmeat prompting him to drool. All along the matte black length, plump blood-filled veins were pushed to the surface of his cock, the vascular organ becoming ever more delicious to the human’s eyes. So much so in fact, that he had to dig his fingers into the zebra to stop himself from impatiently grasping the growing length, wanting to feel its turgid black skin under his fingers. But as his smothered cock throbbed against it he already got a hint to its hardness, the rock-hard tool keeping his dick flat down against his waist.
With a sharp huff of hot air from above, Alex knew then he was looking upon every impressive inch of Zecora’s bitchbreaker. The fat, black, zebra cock stopped just below his first rib and covered the length of his stomach. Just below the unflared crown of the black sceptre, the cock was as thick as his wrist, gradually thickening to almost double that the closer one got to the hilt. The carnal heat of the tumescent log made Alex’s toes curl, bellowing his smouldering heat to an even greater intensity. He was put in a trance-like as he observed it, his eyes seeming to dilate as the first pea-sized glob of liquid musk squeezed out from the indented tip. What broke him from that state was when another bull-like snort sounded from above, the heavy log of equine cock suddenly slapping against Zecora’s belly with a heavy wet slap before it fell back to Alex’s stomach. It almost knocked the wind out of him with it’s impressive weight, and a moan sounded from Alex as his cock was squashed beneath it, his hips reflexively pushing up against the ebony dick.
Zecora’s thighs tensed as he huffed through his nose, his thighs tensing as he visibly struggled to stay his hips against the human’s soft skin. “If I’m too big for you we can-”
“I want to taste it,” Alex interrupted, although it came out more as a compulsion than a deliberate sentence, his tone dripping with unbridled desire.
“I’m sorry?” Zecora said, his timbre mixed with surprise and amusement.
Alex had his hands roam down the sides of Zeocra’s neck, moving under his chest before finally dropping down on Zecora’s great black pike, his fingers failing to wrap around the obese length, curling just under the broad tip. “You’re just so fucking thick…” he observed in murmur, his thumbs and fingers barely touching around the cock. “You could split me in half.”
His words appeared to earn a reaction. Under his fingertips he could feel the blood rushing beneath them, giving the cock further definition as it throbbed in his struggling grasp. His arms barely had the strength to keep it from slapping up against his striped stomach again. Under his thumbs he felt the fattest bead of precum yet push itself out, the dew already stuck to the pisshole now splotched against his skin as the cock began to drip with lust. With the aroma intensifying further, Alex let out a desperate mewl, his hands moving up to cup the matte black flare. His touch earned a snort from above, the bumpy crown home to sensitive clusters of nerves.
“Step up closer – make this easy for me,” Alex suggested, his eyes looking upon the fat black dick with reverence.
“As you wish…” Zecora complied, his words strained through his teeth. His striped forehooves landed on the armrest, his fat cylinder dragging up Alex’s soft stomach and chest, his broad head finding a new rest on his collar bone. “But I must warn you, when I--”
The words faded away when Alex began to salivate. It was within inches of his mouth and up close the odour was simply divine. He leant down, stretching his neck towards the tip of the zebra’s beating pillar. He wasted no time, his tongue making touch down on the bulgy crown, his tongue almost flinching at the pipe’s incredible heat. The rough spongy flesh gave way slightly under the force of his muscle, which naturally started moving down towards the musky spout. As soon as his tongue met with the rivulets of pre, Alex couldn’t hold himself back. He released a series of undignified moans as he began to make out with Zecora’s cock; the tip of his tongue wiggling against the indented urethra. The obese ebony log wept copiously with pre-ejaculate, and whilst some was swallowed down Alex’s throat, most of it dribbled over his lips, the zebra overhead groaning blissfully at the sensation.
His hands, meanwhile, were afforded a lot more room to explore given the zebra’s new position. His fingers slid down over the network of fat veins, feeling the gush of libidinous blood pumping under them along every square inch he could feel around. His column was truly monstrous, a fact deterred him for only a few moments prior, but now doused the carnal blaze within him in gasoline. His fingers passing over the plump medial ring earned the whinnied moan of the stallion above, the cocktip bucking softly against his lips, spurting a particularly generous amount of musky slime over them. Alex, despite knowing the two fronts to attack Zecora from, continued to send his fingers exploring down the zebra’s ebony pride, wishing to commit the texture of such a perfect shaft to memory.
The root was by far the thickest part of the stallion, the bloated sheath smooth and stretched taut, overburdened with such a beastly slab of meat. As Alex continued to lick, he was curious about the feel of something else, his fingers running down the connected bridge of skin. His heart skipped a beat upon meeting the rotund orbs dangling beneath the shaft. It was the first explicit view he got of the zebra, and he knew they wouldn’t disappoint. They were larger than his clenched fist, his fingers spreading apart just to hold one of the hefty cum churners. He ran one of the orbs under his thumb, wondering how much just one of the oversized cum tanks had within them.
With one hand fondling, he sent the other to exploit the stallion’s second weakness. His fingers began to squeeze at the fatty ring of flesh part way up the equine cock, the plump bundle of nerves extracting another pleasured whinny from above as his swirling tongue was rewarded with more of Zecora’s musky essence.
Squeeze, lick, fondle. The three ingredients to a happy stallion, Alex discovered. The moans from above were the sweetest music his ears had ever listened to and he attempted to add variety to help coax out more. Squeezing somewhere new, licking from a different angle or tugging one of the pendulous balls, earning snorts, moans or whinnies. Meanwhile, Alex felt the muscles in his stomach tighten, getting off on the mere act of fellating quality horsecock. It was utterly depraved and he loved it.
After what felt like an eternity of heaven condensed into a few minutes, Alex knew the stallion was close to the edge. He hastened his movements, trying to sprint towards the creamy prize that awaited him at the end of his carnal endeavour.
Under his hand, he felt the ebony log swell with added thickness, a telltale snort from above and sudden retraction in the balls in his hands. Zecora bucked against his lips, restrained but no less powerful, the cocktip flaring against his plump boyish lips as they sealed around the cumslit...
The tap was turned.
Alex flinched from the force of it, barely able to react to the zebra’s orgasm, the first viscous rope of cum colliding against the roof of his mouth before pooling at the back of his mouth. He barely had time to swallow down the glue-thick wad before, like a hose, more followed. Much more. Thick slimy streams blasted like an uncorked geyser from the tip, unable to gulp it down fast enough to keep up, bulging out his cheeks like a greedy chipmunk after mere moments. But the pressure was soon too much and it spilled out of his mouth all over his cheeks. Rearing his head back, more of the stallion’s seed fired into his face, blasphemously baptising Alex in spunk.
In his hands he felt the churning balls clench, retracting up in time with the pulses of the cock above. The experience lasted only seconds yet Alex felt like he had been at the centre of a bukkake, the backed up nuts depleting themselves of a pint’s worth of jizz all over his eager face. The sensation was akin to his face being too close to the open door of an oven, a blast of carnal heat that overwhelmed his senses and steamed his cheeks. Not long after Zecora began his cummy volley, Alex felt the muscles tighten in his ass and the involuntary thrust of his hips upwards, his brain suddenly drowning in pleasure just as his face was.
His hands found purchase on Zecora’s sides, grinding his shaft up against the huge equine member. His bright pink glands swelled to unleash a few ropes of ejaculate against the underside of Zecora’s dark mast, smearing his bliss given form along the underside of the zebra’s girth with his involuntary thrusts. His climax was short-lived but no less powerful. Like an atom bomb in his loins, his pleasured moan translated to a gargle in his cum-filled maw, barely able to grasp the reins of his own orgasm.
But unfortunately, all good things came to an end. Zecora did the impossible, the stream of semen coming to a stop, reduced to a dribble over his chin. Alex was barely able to close his maw around the load, swallowing back down as much of the virile seed as possible, leaving a string of seed over his lip. It was incredibly thick, hinted with the flavour of salt and blueberry – he could become addicted! The zebra’s flavour stayed on his tongue… and his cheeks, and chin, neck, and definitely on the couch. Alex was just depraved enough to consider lapping up the thick clumps of white residue. Although, something infinitely more titillating consumed his interest...
“You’re still hard,” Alex commented, breathless with awe. His own flaccid pecker was practically crushed under the weight of the still-rigid pole, the grand black shaft still pulsing ripe with hot blood. Love hearts practically formed in the human’s eyes, his hands latching themselves to Zecora’s shaft, licking his cum stained lips. “I need you inside of me. Now.”
Zecora said nothing, huffing out a lungful of hot air, signifying to Alex what he believed to be approval. He slid out from beneath the zebra, his foot touching the floor, his eyes immediately set themselves on the bed on the adjacent side of the hut.
He couldn’t wait.
He rushed over to the bed. Suddenly, he messed up his footing, slipping up due to his eagerness. He was barely able to extend his arms in time to prevent his nose from meeting the floor, a nervous nicker sounding from his mouth right after.
He crawled the rest of the way, his knees still on the floor as he climbed, his fingers and chest becoming acquainted with the plush sheets. He barely had time to raise a knee before he felt a snort of warm air on the back of his neck and the sudden weight of a stallion pressing down into his back, experiencing deja vu as a pair of striped hooves landed down on either side of his head.
Alex felt the zebra’s huge ebony spire split the cleft of his bubble butt, sandwiching itself between his large tush. Alex moaned upon feeling the girth of the throbbing cock glided up and down over his winking fuckhole, the perfect pink asshole an open invitation for sin. Trapped under his lover’s barrel, he realised now that this was what Zecora tried to warn him of: rut. He was unsure if could say anything to break the stallion out of it… not that he wanted to. He wrapped his arms around the stallion’s bent hooves to brace himself, an outright depraved grin splitting his face. The stallion was more beast than mind at this point, and he was totally fine with that!
He could feel the fat globs of precum land in a sticky mess on his back, quickly smeared all over by the motions of Zecora’s cock. Alex tensed up when the stallion whinnied, rearing back his hips. The femboy was ready to have his bussy split in half by the zebra’s tremendous girth, looking over his shoulder to watch his ass get dilated by the impressive schlong.
He flinched when the zebra’s pelvis met with his ass with an assertive thrust, and a gasp sounded from Alex’s lips. However, instead of spearing his eager, winking hole, the slimy, musk covered length of the stallion instead thrust between his squeezed thighs. The heat of the zebra’s pole against his junk caught him by surprise, and the surprise frot of their dicks even felt a little pleasant but it was far from what Alex desired.
He heard a vexed snort from above, the annoyed huff of an animal missing its mark. He was annoyed as well, fully ready for his ass to be spread apart by some prime stud-meat. The zebra reared back, snorting. After some adjustment, Alex felt the broad flare against his delicious hole, ready to spear him like a fruit kebab. He secured his hold around the stallion’s hooves, his toes curling in anticipation.
Zecora’s whinny sounded out as he eased his hips forwards, the sound of Alex’s gasp following. His ebony pike skewered Alex’s hole in one singular motion. Alex could do nothing but tighten his grip around the zebra’s hooves as every single inch of the stallionhood slid inside of him. The dominating size pushed against his prostate every second of the way, causing pre to drool from his half-hard shaft all the while. He could feel every contour of the dick, the placement of every vein as vivid in his ass as they were his hands. He couldn’t help but clench around it, earning a moan from above and the sudden jut of a few more inches. The dick grew only thicker the more of it he received, leaving his absurdly full. When he felt the medial ring pass through his ass, he was caught off guard by the zebra’s following thrust, harshly shoving all that remained of the matte black cock into his tush, sheath and all. He could feel his stomach distend from the ruthless thrust, the rounded bulge of his stomach and warped guts provoked him to half-scream, half-moan as his mind became awash with ecstasy.
“Yes, yes, breed me!” Alex screamed, his face red as though intoxicated, spittle flying from his plump lips, “I want you to ruin me!”
Zecora was quick to obey, or just follow his base instincts, yanking back his hips to about halfway before slamming back inside, the pendulous black foalmakers slapping against the human’s smaller sack. The strength of the thrust knocked the wind out of Alex, and it was followed right up with another with only a couple of seconds between. The pain was high but the brutal pummeling of his prostate alleviated that, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him. His own genitals were flopped around by the intensity of the zebra above, his own rigid member slapping uselessly against his waist, leaving a circular spatter of pre just below his stomach.
The obscenity of the moment, and his punished prostate, combined into a potent cocktail that few people could handle, no less survive. Alex experienced a sensory overload, his eyes rolling up as he simply tightened his hold and let the tides of ecstasy carry him. The whinnies of Zecora, his reddened ass cheeks, the sound of clapping flesh and the wet, rupturing of his asshole was a memory that would burn as strongly into his mind as his language – even if words were an entirely foreign concept to him at that moment. His pleasure climbed to a new zenith, his whorish howls rising in volume, the stallion showing no signs of stopping.
Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long for his head to fall limp onto the sheets at the end of such an assault. His thighs quivered like a mounted mare achieving climax as a spurt of jizz landed against the bed frame, his bitchhood flushed pink and throbbing under his waist. His first orgasm was fast but it was no means his last, his arousal so high that his cock remained stiff and dribbling as Zecora brutalised his P-spot. The baseline of ecstasy turned his brain to mush, a dopey smile replacing his eager grin, content to let the zebra ram him all day.
However, Zecora – despite the firm hydraulics and piston-like gyrations of his hips – was not a machine. Even he had biological processes to adhere to, chief of which: orgasm.
Alex could barely take a breath when the zebra’s hips increased in their intensity. His ass was becoming sore with the firm collisions against his cheeks, the red marks of hip kisses would no doubt leave him limping for days. His ass, still trying in vain to force the glistening intruder out, was forced to burden even more as the shaft thickened in girth. Alex knew the stallion was nearing his limit.
The zebra’s next plunge was his deepest, ramming every fat inch of his dick deep into the human’s guts, bulging out the stomach which warped around the expanding flare. His sloshing balls retracted against Alex’s taint, ready to unload a fresh volley of frothy seed into the ass turned cum receptacle.
Alex pushed back into Zecora on instinct, whimpering when he felt the first steaming blast of seed deep into his bowels, the zebra violently jerking his hips against his jiggly ass as a pleasured whinny sounded from his maw. The first blast of cum was explosively violent, punching the walls of his intestines with the intensity of a gunshot. The creamy thick deposit was scalding, the warmth of the zebra’s spooge pushing Alex into another climax of his own as even more sloshing nut butter was emptied inside of him. His pink wrinkled opening clamped around the obese black log, his boypussy milking out as much slimy goodness as it could as his own jism leaked out onto the floor into a small white puddle at his trembling knees.
He was pushed over his limit of fullness, the zebra’s low hanging balls possessing a seemingly endless supply of semen, each volley just as potent and thick as the last. Alex felt utterly stuffed around the third rope, the onyx log continuing to pump and fatten with each delicious shot. The pressure of so much cum built up, forced out through the tight seal of his assring, dripping down over the seam of his taint and balls to join the rest of the waxy mess on the floor below. If the experience of being ploughed by such a perfect prick was heaven, then Alex was in nirvana, induced into a state of total bliss in both body and mind. He lost count after the sixth spurt, savouring fullness and feeling like nothing more than a fleshlight for the stripy Adonis.
The Zebra's thick rod kept the cum trapped inside him like lava trapped inside of a sealed volcano. He felt bloated and filled to the brim. His belly looked notably bulged, as if he had been impregnated by the stripped stallion’s powerful spunk. Even if he wasn't trapped underneath the Zebras powerful frame, he doubted he would have been able to pull himself up, never mind move, as full as he was.
“My apologies…” Zecora breathed, his chest inflating against Alex’s back with heavy breaths.
Alex had almost forgotten the sound of Zecora’s voice. With a wet schlick, the loud sound resonated throughout the hut as the zebra withdrew his girth from the human’s cloud-soft canal. Like a popped cork, an excess of the zebra cum poured as a steady trickle from the human’s hole, which tried in futility to close itself, gaping in erotic triumph from the stallion’s merciless pounding.
The zebra’s pride, cum glazed and limp, was laid across Alex’s back. The sticky log of black flesh and jizz still thrummed with the pulse of hot blood, trying to stave off limpness. “Did I hurt you?” Zecora asked, his deep timbre felt through the human’s back.
Alex struggled to find words in his cum and cock scrambled brain, finding it hard to reply to the zebra above when his cock followed the bumps of his spine. “So… good…” he muttered, barely grasping the syllables.
Zecora chuckled. “My, my, you’re eager. Your endurance is exemplary, especially for someone so delicate.”
“It’s almost like I’m purpose-built.” Alex groaned, barely lucid as he sunk into the mattress, his eyelids becoming heavy.
"Purpose-built you say?" Zecora said with a deepening grin. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind another round, would you?"
"A-another!" Alex stammered, his eyes slamming wide open as his previous fatigue was suddenly lost, swept away in a sudden burst of energy. Despite the gape of his hole, the pulsing ache and battered prostate, that simmering heat in his lower abdomen failed to subside.
He wanted more.
"Of course, I may have to take this one a little… slower," Zecora said, smirking as he dismounted from the bed and Alex’s back, his smile giving way to a pained wince as his fore hooves met with the ground again. “Young or old – no stallion was meant to go that fast.”
Alex kept any questions or comments about Zecora’s age to himself. He had much more pressing concerns, namely, the emptiness he felt in his ass and the ripeness of blood in his cock. He didn’t look back at the stallion as she sluggishly clambered onto the bed, his frame heavy with fatigue and the possible over abundance of cum in his guts. He could feel the zebra’s jizz glue to his taint like gauze, the warm viscous cream still rolling around in his stomach and ass, and he had second thoughts about resting his sore butt on the sheets for a little reprieve. It was then he looked over his shoulder, catching Zecora staring shamelessly at the damage he inflicted on his ass, half-wincing, half-enamoured with his work.
“C’mon,” Alex prodded, his lust only burning hotter the longer he wasn’t speared on the zebra’s swinging black log, “I want to show you something.”
“Oh?” Zecora’s interest was piqued, his hooves seeming to carry him forwards before he himself had even realised. “A demonstration?”
“Something my people call ‘cowgirl’,” Alex answered cryptically, hiding a knowing smile from the stallion. Alex stopped closer to the foot of the bed, rising to his knees, he pointed from Zecora to the middle of the bed. “Lie your head on the pillow and get on your back,” he instructed, hiding impatience behind a smile, unable to wait a second longer.
Zecora obeyed wordlessly, He climbed onto the bed and flopped onto his side, the springless mattress sounding out a follow thump with his sudden landing; Zecora rolled onto his back right after, wearing a playful grin as he settled his head into his feather-filled pillow. Despite the inactivity, between his strong, parted thighs blood had thickened his appendage back to full hardness; the weight forcing it to lay across his stomach like a fallen, ebony tree trunk. Alex licked his lips. Not out of a display of want but rather, a semi-latent desire to devour the zebra then and there.
Zecora looked strangely submissive in the position. He wore a confident smile, and his cheeks were absent of pink flush, but the fetlocks curled over his broad chest made the whole thing oddly cute to the human. Of course, it was offset immensely by the weighty black organ twitching against the zebra’s stomach, the aroma of a fresh droplet of pre contributing just a little more musk to the already congested air. Unable to wait any longer, Alex began his advance, falling onto his hands, he began to crawl like a predator about to ambush its prey.
On his way, he stopped at Zecora’s sack. The wrecking balls for testes were deliciously full and weighty looking, even after their recent ‘expenditure’. Alex, being the slut he was, couldn’t help but push his face against the smooth black flesh, their smouldering warmth making his cock drool onto the bed. He let out his tongue and pushed it up between them, feeling the unwrinkled skin under his tongue as he began to travel upwards; maintaining the connection with his tongue all the while. Reaching the sheath, the potent flavour of sex and musk that had accrued near the root of the zebra’s dick was almost enough to have him stop and masturbate himself raw. It was an odd mix of artificial depravity, and primal carnality that had him curling his toes at the flavour. He glanced up at Zecora in the meanwhile, the audacity of his tongue had earned not only a pulse from the zebra’s cock but a deep blush to colour in the equine’s cheeks. He saw Zecora’s lips move, muttering something in a language unknown to him before the shaft twitched once again.
Alex tore himself off the slab of zeeb meat, clambering over Zecora’s thighs he plonked his ass down on the girth just above the medial ring, his own thighs straddling the zebra’s stomach. His own equipment looked piddly compared to the equine organ they rested upon, the disparity only making Alex harder against Zecora’s urethra as his palm pressed against the spongy, indented tip of the stallion’s bestial penis.
“Are you ready?” Alex asked, smiling impishly.
“Do you have to ask?” Zecora replied, mirroring the expression on Alex’s face.
At that moment, Alex felt Zecora flex his in his grasp, the thick black organ pushing up against his taint whilst the tip squeezed out a bead of pre against his palm.
He was ready.
Alex raised his ass, reaching his free hand behind him to grasp at the organ best he could as he released the tip. It was heavy, but Alex was much more concerned with another sort of poundage as he raised the tip up to press against the valley of his ass. With his freed hand he pulled one of his plump cheeks to the side and pushed back, kissing his clenching hole with the zebra’s knobby glands.
His hole, so thoroughly used and slick with cum and pre-ejaculate, barely took more than a push for the organ to slide into his wrecked sphincter. Barely inside, Alex’s thighs trembled at the slight push the mound-tip did against his g-spot, already sending a rush of ecstasy throughout him. His brain chemistry was so chewed up, he didn’t even feel pain at having the fist-sized head cram into him. He clenched around it, just under the ridge, his ears picking up a grunt from the zebra as his ass swallowed a further inch. His hand released the veiny stalk, then landing on Zecora’s barrel as he began to push down the rest of the ebony cock.
“Fuck,” muttered Alex, moaning as he engulfed more than half the zebra’s meat in one hasty movement, just shy of taking the medial ring. Every inch of the thick meat-pipe pushed against his prostate, which made maintaining composure an ordeal in of itself. At a certain point, just after taking the medial ring inside of him, he felt an inward pressure in his stomach. His fingers brushed over over his stomach, wearing a goofy grin as he felt the tip of Zecora’s cock through his pale skin. If he pushed hard enough, he could feel the coronal ridge, the little bumps that covered the circumference of his glands. He knew of a way to give it more definition…
He pushed down.
Hard.
Zecora, who had been quiet all the while aside from the odd, let out a gasp when Alex’s ass completely swallowed the rest of his cock; the distinct outline of his tip protruding as a fleshy bulge through the human’s stomach as Alex threw his head back to moan whorishly in rapturous delight of the fullness. Impaled, Alex ground his plump butt against the base. Although he didn’t require adjusting to the fullness – the recent ass pounding more than enough to acclimate him – he was actually doing it for Zecora’s benefit. Under him, the fully cognisant zebra writhed in pleasure, his purring like the engine of a fine-tuned car, his length pulsing in the taut cavity. If they fucked like animals before, this time was a much more human experience, and Alex wanted him to relish it.
Alex raised his hips partway, familiarising himself with the trajectory before falling back down, moaning behind pursed lips as the tip pushed back deep into his bowels. He didn’t think it was possible to get used to his size – which was good. If he could never get used to it, he’d never get bored of it. He leant forwards, both hands latching to Zecora’s chest. He took a breath as he repeated the action again and again, starting his tentative bounce with small hops, rising a little higher on each one. It’s incredible size meant he could only withdraw to the medial ring without stretching his knees, which was more than enough to pleasure both himself and the moaning zebra.
He gradually picked up the pace, and it wasn’t long before Alex was bouncing on Zecora’s cock like a pogo stick, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the hut. It’s size forced him to slouch forwards, slamming his hips down on the zebra’s pelvis – or its approximate – his tongue lolling from his maw like a panting dog as he drilled his own ass. He felt Zecora’s hooves touch down on his thighs at some point, and he used one of his hands to squeeze one of them. It wasn’t the same as interlocking fingers but it was as close to the gesture the mixed-species lovers could attain. Even on top he still was a major bottom, his cock drooling out onto Zecora’s stomach as he rode the thick black pole. Riding, being ridden, it didn’t make much difference to Alex. Still, the element of being in control had its own appeal. For one, he was able to pursue pleasure as fast as he wanted to. He was riding Zecora’s slick cock raw, and making his ass cheeks red with the ferocity of his bronco, his clenched hole squeezing the log against into his beleaguered prostate.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Falsetto curses flew from Alex’s lips as his pleasure continued to mount. He felt himself nearing climax, his cock flush pink and swollen, his dome shaped glands close to spewing more white stripes to the zebra’s belly.
He wasn’t alone.
Inside his stretched cavity, he could feel Zecora’s organ thicken in girth, pushing even further against his prostate on every rise and fall. It was all in his head but he felt like he was going a million miles per hour, only allowing an inch above the base to leave him before his soft butt slammed back down. He heard Zecora snort, his frogs pressing deeper into Alex’s supple thighs as they both neared orgasm; the stallion’s thighs bucked up against his slamming hips. Something snapped inside of him, but in a good way. He arched his back, thrust his hips forwards, and fired a long watery rope of cum across Zecora’s chest as the stallionhood flared inside of him. And despite Zecora’s orgasms numbering close to his own, the fat black nuts clenched and the first volley felt just as thick, as potent, as all the others before it. He was forced gasp, either from surprise, or the sheer force of the cum shot striking the underside of his diaphragm. The volume of thick jizz spilled from his clenched ass, the hole so loose now that no amount of squeezing could’ve prevented the sticky leakage. Even on his back, Zecora’s hips bucked up against him, knocking the air out of Alex as the zebra tried to drive his flare even deeper, his face screwed up into a pleasured grimace.
Suddenly, Alex fell forwards, landing limp on Zecora’s barrel, his brain catching up to the exertion he felt in his bones. He felt warm, full, and utterly satisfied with the cock still firmly lodged in his rear, still dribbling an excess of cum as the zebra continued to weakly thrust into him. His moans after the orgasm were quiet, the meagre thrusting of a spent stallion still enough to draw out pleasured noises from his tired jaw. But even a stud like Zecora grew tired of rutting, his hips eventually stopping, his thick dick softening in Alex’s ass as the two gradually melted into each other.
After a few minutes, the fatigue faded until only the afterglow of their sex remained. Alex was content to bask in the stallion’s warmth, listening to the consistent thump of Zecora’s strong heart, the sound of his lungs filling with air through the ribcage and fur, nuzzling into the soft stripes. Alex felt as though something needed to be said, however, the words didn’t come easy to him. He wasn’t a wordsmith or orator – even if his oral skills seemed to say otherwise – so he simply squeezed the zebra, both the ebony log still embedded within him and his torso. Zecora copied him, flexing his log in Alex’s ass, his hooves coming up to wrap around his back.
Alex was content to lay in the position. After a few minutes more, his head cleared, and the words he wanted to say finally popped into his head. Smiling in relief, he raised his head from Zecora’s chest, his raised cheeks quickly dropping as his lips pursed, his brown eyes landing on the peaceful, smiling countenance of a sleeping zebra. After a moment, sight forced the smile back onto his face, and he mushed his cheek back into his lover’s coat.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow – if I remember… but I doubt we’ll be doing much in the way of ‘talking’,” he muttered, smirking to himself, before allowing sleep to take him too…
Author's Note
Finally better. 
(Had a massive problem with my jaw that caused tinnitus. I don't know what works either)
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