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Sam touched the electrode to the zebra's enlarging male hood and it twitched pleasantly, pressing against his fingers. The wet, warmth of the male's spear felt as pleasant against Sam's hands as it did when it was ravaging his insides. The human placed the tip with its adolescent flare, palpable as a small, hardening ring, in his mouth and pressed down his head until half of the growing length was stuffed down his throat, gagging him. He tried to shove some more, but the zebra was getting hard fast, and he had to slowly pull it ou.; the hardening member was becoming less bendy as the veins bulged and Sam enjoyed the pulse of the dark blue vessels against his tongue. The oily natural lubricant that covered the surface of the hardening member had a remarkable texture, like aromatic oil, burning hot, having just leaked from the sheath of the anthro. It had a weaker scent than the equine's pre, and a taste that was a salty and alkaline. Sam moved his tongue expertly up and down the thickening member, pressing his lips against the medial ring; he gathered the oily lubricant before it had a chance to escape, feeling his mouth slicker as he swelled in bliss. Then he gave painful, biting kisses to several spots near the base, watching the dark flesh grow a redder from the attack.

"Slow down! Stop biting it, it's not edible!"

Sam smiled deviously, experiencing great satisfaction from having pushed his partner so far, and rubbed gently against the sore sports he had bruised. He pressed against the base of the equine's shaft, almost inserting his fingers in the soft, dark skin, where the thick base of the equine spear was as magnificent as a small tree trunk. The base of the shaft had a little give to it, permitting Sam's fingers to go a little in, and there, nestled like a ring of pearls, Sam found the little glands that were meant to neutralize acidity in the urethra. He could never find his own Cowper glands, but the zebra's were much larger and he begun abusing them instantly.

"They say these glands are responsible for the so-called female ejaculation" he said pressing the spots and squeezing the pea-sized glands mercilessly. The zebra seem to tolerate that well, though he said among gasps:

"Sorry to brake it to you... but I'm not female. The most these things do for me... is send a drop of clear fluid out, it's literally undistinguishable from pre."

"You've abused them already then" asked Sam, disappointment in his voice.

"Buddy, if you had an equine cock in your pants, would you leave any part of it unabused? I beat this baby daily for all it has to give, has been so from the first moment it was hard to this very day. Honestly, I'm surprised it's not damaged or deformed from all my experiments"

"You'll only get wrist paint. Trust me on that; the male anatomy can not be destroyed by means of masturbation alone" said Sam, speaking from experience, and the zebra laughed lightly.

"Keep pressing them. You'll see some fluid soon enough" encouraged the zebra and the human continued, laboring under the equine length, pressing and groping, massaging and squeezing, until a small drop of crystal clear fluid finally appeared at the swollen head of the pulsing penis. Sam gathered the delicious secretion that covered the zebra's member and applied it to his own, eliciting a surprised and look from his friend.

"Is that your kinky plan? using my junk for lube?" asked the zebra, on the verge of laughing "Then his face relaxed in pleasure, his member becoming instantly hard and fully erect amidst a whinny "Man that's actually so incredibly hot! Now that I said it out loud...we should do it, and we should also add dirty talk to our play" panted the zebra, closing his eyes in bliss, the sight of his friend enjoying his genitals proving too pleasant for him.The human mounted the equine carelessly, penetrating the warm, welcoming depths easily.

Soon, however, it became clear that neither of them enjoyed this activity very much; the human was, sadly, too small and zebra was too loose for the small human length.

"You haven't produced any white sweetness for me yet; I'm afraid I mighty loose my white shiny toothpaste-commercial look: said Sam deviously, moving a thick wire up and down the zebra's shaft, increasing the electric toy's voltage gently, but firmly. The zebra tried to resist the stimulation for as long as possible, but his insides were already contracting pleasantly. When he reached the tip of the penis, he circled the head gently, following the electrode with his tongue, pressing so far into the zebra's length his tongue sunk in the pink soft flesh, becoming all but invisible. He pressed even deeper, until the zebra moaned uncontrollably, and felt the inside of the equine's tip, a spongy, pulsing warmth that pressed back, and an almost skeletal structure of something hard, irregularly shaped and thick. He then focused on surface stimulation, and started to lick furiously, pressing with the same strength, feeling the tortured flesh of the equine's head redden further under his efforts, until huge drops of clear pre begun to leak from the zebra's tip and the equine practically begged Sam to slow down.

"Can't...hold it....if you keep at it...like this" panted the zebra, squirming on the basement bed, fighting against the simple restraints with which he was tied to the bed frame. As he tried to squirm away from the aggressive human tongue that played up and down his length in perfect timing with the human boy's caressing hands, the zebra unintentionally exposed his dark, puffy tailhole. He knew his mistake the second he made it.

Sam dived like a bird of prey, missing the equine's huge, dark testicular sack, and burrowing his face underneath it to press against the zebra's opening. His tongue pressed so hard, it went inside the zebra before the equine could so much as moan. Sam paused at the taste, which was familiar from what he could feel on the zebra's penis after the zebra had mounted him several times in a row; it was stronger, and burned on Sam's tongue, but that only deterred him for a second. He traced the zebra's opening, which he had so gently, but firmly violated, and having gotten through on the first go; to slow down, he traced circles in the dark warm flesh, which gave willingly under his pressure and compressed with ease as it filled with blood and relaxed. He gently inserted a finger and pressed it firmly against the flimsy intestinal wall, feeling it's fragile curves, spread far apart, so as to leave little doubt this tunnel had been violated regularly, and reached for his friend's deepest point of pleasure. He spat of the opening several times to lubricate it, then, after some hesitation, reached inside with his tongue to explore his friend's innards in all directions. Pressing left and right, then up and down, he felt very little resistance from the loose black muscular ring which has surrendered after so little stimulation; he stretched it with his tongue, pressing recklessly hard in all directions, until the zebra begun to moan and urge, not for mercy, but for more. He had no doubt been a mare for another, more endowed equine, just as he had teased, and could now take an impressive amount of stretching by the small human tongue. Sam continued the stimulation, and his friend arched his back, almost loosing his load to the pleasure. The equine endowment leaked a long trickle of clear white fluid that glistened in the lone ray of sunlight that fell from the window. Sam stopped his stimulation immediately, unwilling to grant the equine so quick a release. He paused for a while, and then hurried to lick it dry, attacking the zebra's penis with his tongue so intensely, he lost control and ended gently biting his friend's tip, looking up at his for encouragement.

"Aaah...It's.... good. All good" said the zebra, managing to get a couple of words in-between moans. Sam begun to suck on his head, emphasizing on the unique vacuum of his mouth that few, if any, anthro males could create for their partners; the unusual stimulation caused the zebra's member to fill with a burning hot surplus of blood, until the surface reddened, more than the zebra had ever seen it redden before; he felt his length burn painfully, and begged for a break. The beginnings of a flare quickly formed at the edge around the head, blossoming like a flower; the human begun to chew on that ring of flesh, granting the zebra no mercy, squeezing salty tastes out of the member before sucking on the leaking hole in the middle of the head so hard, the equine cried.

"I'll blow it right in your face slow.... Down.... it's...too much...gaaah!" exclaimed the zebra;

"That's the idea" grinned Sam "Watch what I will do now" he said, showing the tip of his pinky to the zebra.

"I won't even feel that" - challenged him the zebra, and presented his tailhole seductively "Fifty bucks says you can't make me beg with just a finger"

"Accepted" grinned Sam ear to ear, and proceeded to slowly press the tip of his pinky against the on hole the zebra was not expecting to have penetrated the one that that was leaking dubious amounts pre. Sam kept up the gentle pressure, burrowing his finger like a worm, until his pinky, to the surprise of both human and fur, sunk half a centimeter in the unusually spread hole.

"I had no idea this hole could stretch: gasped the zebra, eyeing his hole with a devious grin "I'll have to get online to see how to safely insert stuff there, then". Sam, the kinky initiator of the idea, cringed a little at that thought and deserted the hole, but then changed his mind and stretched it again.

"Oh.... intense! But it hurts, too" warned him the zebra, and Sam quickly withdrew his finger. Then he paused, and licked it; the zebra grinned

"It probably just needs stretching like, every other hole we've opened; remember how tight your rear end was? asked the zebra, squeezing his abdominal and inner muscles so that his penis slapped Sam in the face.

"Ouch...smartass! You like slapping me with that a little too much."

The zebra smacked him again "So do something about it. I'm all tied up. And I'm still dominating you with the only part of my body that's still untied. Pretty impressive, huh? "

"I'll just tie that up too, then" suggested Sam, but the zebra shook his head:

"Then I'll have to fuck you with my tail, and you're not gonna like that"

"Like that' possible" laughed Sam, dismissing the threat.

"Where there is a will, my friend, there is a way" retorted the zebra wisely.

"I'd pay money to see that tail to tailhole thing!" noted Sam, knowing full well he was asking for trouble.

"Not to sound picky...but yours isn't exactly a "tailhole", my friend; it's more of a barren land that can't deny entry by means of a tail...or residual tightness"

"And it shall not deny entry to your tail...if you can make such a thing happen" replied Sam, trying to picture how that would work.

"Next time, when you're tied, and not me...you'll feel the power of this tail; and you will quickly realize the doom it can bring with it's soft, thin, bushy surface." promised the zebra, and moved his ponytail smoothly.

"I don't believe it" replied Sam, studying the tail; it certainly had some muscle on it, but it seemed to pail when compared with the zebra's length, which Sam had become so intimately familiar with; in his mind, if he could take that, no part of the zebra's body posed a credible threat.

"Just google it... and you'll find why you'll beg. And let me be the first to say, it's not a matter of tightness."

Sam fingered his whole and noted it was even looser than last time he had abused it "Somehow that makes me wish it was still virgin-tight so you can ruin my hole again; it hurt fucking good" remembered Sam dreamily.

"If you squeeze the butthole like, a hundred times per hour, it will get back some of the tightness. I've started doing that, check me out down below"

Sam wasn't going to argue, so he rimmed the zebra for a full five minutes, until the equine begged him to stop for the sake of not finishing just yet; then he inserted a well lubed finger in the warm equine depths.

He surprisingly got not one, but two fingers in with no complaints, and quickly fit in three, then four, realizing he could not realistically reach his friend's prostate with his tongue. The equine anatomy guarded it's pleasure well better, having hidden it deeper. To Sam's surprise, the zebra's opening offered no resistance, in stead relaxing further and letting his fingers in just fine.

"I play with equine toys" admitted the zebra apologetically And I train to take my cousin, who's a monster down below. So, maybe clenching my butt won do much to restore its tightness. Back when I started bottoming for our favorite cheetah he begged me not to squeeze my but shut on him, that's how tight I was...but man, feline barbs made me want to explore my bottom all the way; and so, when I found mom's old toys in a box on the sealing, and since they were so easy to slip in....

Sam stared at his with disbelief, mouth gaping "Your...mom's...?

"Hey, I cleaned them in the dishwasher! It's silicon, it doesn't keep anything on. Plus, they are really good, expensive stuff, and she has discarded them for being too small and won't miss them."

"You certainly are a... sharing family" noted Sam, and the zebra rolled his eyes:

"Where do you think I got the gear you've tied me in? The pet store?"

Sam jerked back, disbelieving: "You mean...."

"I certainly did not buy it with dad's credit card; plus, why buy when they've discarded so much beginner's stuff? It's just right for me at this age; and fits snugly. Good equine restrains are hard to come by."

"...you do realize your mom and dad have been in these..." noted Sam, now somewhat reluctant to use the equipment.

"My dad, mostly." corrected the equine "When he was thinner" the zebra added: "You should see the treasure trove they just dumped in that dusty corner - more cock than Smith and Wesson: canines, bovines, equines, even a kangaroo model, inverted and everything. A freaking' dolphin, and even an eagle; All in natural colors. I'm really beginning to respect my folks"

"They sound...like they know how to enjoy themselves" agreed Sam, noting to himself that he had no idea if his parents were progressive in the bedroom or not. He had the feeling he would be truly surprised if he ever found out. Maybe he could use that as leverage if he was ever discovered with his anthro friends; for a moment Sam honestly wished his parents had some exotic toys he could dangle over their heads if they got upset over the details of him intimate life, if those ever became known. The zebra had not stopped blabbering the whole time:

"... and a practically endless supply of plugs, and some stuff I haven't even figured out how to use yet. You won't believe the types of porn they've stashed, but I've left those mostly unexplored, as they still use them. And all of them, just sitting there alone in the dark, away from all love and attention. Now tell me you'd say "no" to that."

"....You're gonna have to share" admitted Sam finally

"That, I will" - grinned the zebra. "I think some of the leather dresses there can fit you fine, with some...modifications" - he said slyly, measuring Sam in his mind.

Sam blushed momentarily, noting "Dude...these are your mom's..."

"That's what the dry cleaners is for" winked the zebra.

"That's....one use for the dry cleaners I hadn't thought of" admitted Sam, then, eager to learn more, yet embarrassed asked "What...what else did you do.... with the toys? Tell me more so I can justify my blush"

"Now that's the spirit!" smiled the zebra, and relaxing in his restrains, answered: "I started toying with the small ones, then it got easier to slip the bigger ones in; You know, if you're going to take really big equines in me some day, you gotta start early. And my anatomy seems to have that in mind, because stretching was really easy even for a toy that's my size; So it's going to be too loose for you probably. No offence" blushed the zebra.

"None taken. I share the ambition" -admitted Sam. "How much can you take now? You think it's safe?"

"I can take thicker rand longer stuff that my own manhood, but not much longer; I'll show you, they're over there" pointed the zebra. "And if you're going to penetrate me for real, you're going need them. As for safe, I've felt no pain or anything; I can sit balls deep on the thickest dildo here and it only gets uncomfortable after about twenty minutes. But the longer ones... I can't go more than five inches deeper than my own length goes in you, at least not without bruising myself. it's not like a have a second wall down there like you do; it's more like a curve that my innards make, and I'll need to train them to un-curve for me. I figure twenty minutes of sitting on a thick shaft longer than mine every day will do it. You know, "twenty minutes on a dildo a day keeps the doctor well, well away" Laughing aside, one thing is for sure - my next exam at the proctologist's won't be scary for me ....but I do pity the doctor."

"Stop making me laugh...you have comedic talent, or I'm a toad" swore Sam lightheartedly Twenty minutes? You do that every day? I should probably too. You'll grow a flare in a couple of years, and I have to train every day, and it still might not work.

-We'll make it fit" grinned the zebra. -In three years you'll be as wide below as a door in the field.

-Yeah, hopefully"sighed Sam - But once you grow up that flare...I'm really going to have to be well trained to take it safely.

"Untie me...so I can give you a pat on the shoulder for this _exemplary_dream; more people should aspire to such greatness" noted the zebra

"ha-Greatness...all I want is a well-trained ass; I'll only use it for good" he promised.

"More humans need to be like you, buddy. For my part, I promise this flare here will over the years in your ass; royal services for my best human friend. In a way, I wish I could be in your shoes;"

"Why?" wondered Sam honestly, petting the equine member fondly "You are ridiculously well endowed. And it's only going to get bigger. Feel all that surface get stimulated, eh?" teased Sam and sucked hard on the equine's head, passing his tongue up and down the shaft, rubbing the hard edge tightly until it almost hurt; he let his tongue spiral around the opening and pressed it deep in the last part of the member that had a give to it and had not hardened; the head's surface always stayed soft and vulnerable, and Sam loved that.

The zebra moaned and fought against the restrains in vain. Sam kept licking the equine member, pressing hard along the tendons that could be felt in it's upper part, squeezing the media ring like with his lips, like he would with his ass. He circled the member with his mouth before slapping it against his face and the zebra surrendered: "Okay okay, point made. Fuck...I can feel my balls drawing closer to my body! This never happens when I play alone!"

"Music to my ears" mused Sam, and felt the zebra's heavy sack; it did seem tighter now, before withdrawing closer to the zebra's member right before Sam's eyes. He pulled it back and held it there, curious what would happen.

"If you keep doing that I'll waste my juice on your face."

"That's not wasting at all; I'll probably manage to get a good portion in my mouth. Ha! - "portion". You think it's nutritious?"

"Does it taste nutritious? I'd say it's unlikely to have more than carbohydrates and, if I remember anatomy class, zinc. So, if you run low on zinc, you know here to get a life supply; but you have to work harder than a cowgirl to get it out of me!"

To be continued (hopefully soon)