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"Alan! Have you called your uncle like your mother asked?" It was the rabbit's step father, an old goat. Though his features were grayed, he always stood tall, well dressed and confident. He had stepped into the room unannounced, as usual, but the boy he called to heard his clip-clop approach.

"Not yet. I was just about to do it. Just wrapping up a conversation with a friend." The rabbit looked up from his laptop to the older man. He respected the guy, but things did not go much past that. "I will in a moment." The teenager typed out another message.

"Well, get to it now. The party's tonight." His voice took on its usual gruff tone.

"Okay, okay." He stretched toward the head of the bed and snatched his phone off the nightstand. This satisfied the man, and he turned back out the door. "Sheesh," Alan muttered under his breath as he scrolled to his uncle's name, "wish he wasn't so pushy."

The phone rang a few times before it was answered. "Hello?"

"Uncle Vic! Hey there, it's Alan!" His voice had a thin Scottish accent from his real father's side.

"My boy! How have you been?"

"I'm doing well, just busy. You know, keeping up with friends. About to finish up with school for the year. Studying for the last of my finals. Even managed first place in the last track meet!"

"That's wonderful news! It's been ages since we last talked, or even met for that matter. When was it?" There was silence on the line for a moment as the man thought.

"Christmas just a few months ago!" Alan chipped in, excitement in his voice.

"Ah yes, of course! That was a terrific time." The younger rabbit could not help but grin and let a little blush heat his low hung ears as his uncle said this.

"Oh yeah, Mum wanted me to ask if you were coming to the family grad party tonight. It's at Federico's. Everyone's supposed to be there!"

"Wow, that time of year already? Entirely forgot about it. Terribly sorry, little one," the older man sighed gently, "won't be able to join you." His words were met by a disappointed whine from the younger bunny.

"Aww, I was really looking forward to seeing you." His already floppy ears drooped more as he spoke, along with his posture.

"I know, I know. Was certainly wanting a chance to," he cleared his throat, "see you again, but something big has come up here that requires my full attention. Sorry to say, but I'm stuck here until it all pans out." There was a few moments pause, and the disappointment was thick on the line. "Hey, I'll tell you what."

"What's that?" Alan perked up and clutched the cell a little tighter to his head.

"I'll pull some strings down here, and I'll get you into the lab as my VIP guest. Wha-do-ya say? Would you like to come over and see what I do for a living? Could even call it an internship and get you some school credit for it." A little chuckle rose in the man's chest as he all but heard the boy's excitement.

"What, really? Would I ever! Of course!" He bounced up on his bed and giggled aloud at the news, his lop ears perked as much as they could.

"Now, you'll still have to get the okay from your mother, but I'll pay for a train ticket so she doesn't have to drive. " Just then a trio of alarms cried out over the phone.

"Is everything okay over there?" Alan asked.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine, I just have to go take care of a... situation right now. Ask your mum. Talk to you later." Sounds of shuffling came through the phone before it clicked off, and left the boy in a state of confusion, excitement, and worry. He pulled the phone down in front of him and stared at it for a couple moments. On the screen was a pic he had snapped in the shower while he was sure no one was watching. The whole track team was there; wet and nude. After a few seconds the back light clicked off, and he slumped back on his bed.

On the covers around him were books from the various subjects at school. Finals were right on top of him, and he was in the middle of a little review. With a little sigh he flipped the phone closed once again and tossed it to the bed. "Well, I guess he wouldn't have told me to ask mum, less things were fine." He shrugged, "he's got everything under control. I'm sure."

Alan pushed few books out of his way and slipped off the bed. He was rather confident that he would pass all the tests that he'd soon have to take, and he was much to distracted to continue with his studies. "Eh, it is Friday," he paused a moment, "I think I could use a little break." He typed out a farewell to his friend, then closed the laptop.

The young rabbit bounced off the side of the bed to his feet and clasped his paws together over his head. With a little groan he stretched himself up high on large toes, and popped out some of the cramps that had set in from sitting for so long. Though his ceiling was a little low, his paws still came up a hand's length short from touching it.

He wandered over to his mirror and collected a pair of shirts and black slacks as he stepped by his closet mirror. "Big night tonight, anyway. I probably should get ready." The teen held the outfit in front of him, and pondered to himself. He wanted to be sure to wear something that would complement his patchy grey on white fur. "Hmmm, yeah. The blue shirt."

It was some hours later that evening when Alan arrived at the restaurant with his mom. He sat in the passenger seat with while she drove. On they way they had made idle chit chat, and now that their destination was in view, his earlier conversation with his uncle popped into his head. He was sad that he could not make it, but at the same time thrilled at the prospect at later seeing some of the things the older rabbit kept so secretive about all these years. "Oh, mum. I meant to ask you earlier. Uncle Vic invited me over to his place to work with him some."

"He did, did he?" His mother pulled the car into the parking lot of the Italian restaurant they always gathered in.

"And I could get internship credits for college! Can I mum, please?" He gave her his best puppy dog eye stare.

"Oh, alright. I don't see the harm if you stay with my brother for a while." This let the knot of worry in his stomach melt instantly. Once her mind was set on something, it was set. "Besides, it'll get you out of my hair." She laughed as she spoke.

As they pulled into one of the few available parking spaces, the two of them stepped out, locked up, and headed inside, where a great many of their family were already having boisterous conversation. The majority were rabbits of various colors and sizes, though there were a couple other species scattered about that had married in, or were just there to eat that night. They went about separately to each table to give greetings before they wandered over to empty seats. His mom at one table with a few of her sisters, and Alan at another with a few of his cousins.

He was a bit of an oddity in the clan, as he was an only child. He did not mind it terribly, since the boy had never had it any other way. Besides, with so much in the way of other family around the neighborhood, he was never alone anyway.

Alan talked for a little while, and ate a bit of the food that had been laid out to keep up appearances, before he excused himself to the bathroom. With the chaos that accompanied these gatherings, no one would miss him for a good long while. "Hmm, now who to pick." He scanned the room as he moved. His emerald eyes watched for the wait staff, busboys, and others that worked here on his way toward the back.

Not satisfied with who he saw out among the guests, he snatched up and put on a white smock and black apron from a pile next to the back entrance to the busy kitchen. With how busy the place was, not a soul would give him a second glace. Confident of this, he sauntered into the employees only area and explored around. He'd been back here many times in the past for the same purpose he had in mind that day, and every time he found just the right individual to satisfy his naughty craving. It was only a scant few minutes before he found his target.

Way in the back was a zebra. Alan spotted the striped one from behind. The equine had to be no more than two or three years older than the rabbit. He shifted back and forth, side to side as he scooped up dishes, sprayed them down, and put them in to the washer. The rabbit stood there for a few moments to collect himself, and to watch that cute, strong butt, brown pants molded around it, highlighting each time it flexed. His target was by no means buff, but he was certainly cute by Alan's standards. Tall, an athletic build, and since he was a horse, big in all the right places.

He licked his lips, then padded forward silently, not that noise mattered much in the organized disarray of the loud kitchen. The rabbit stepped ever so casually over to the mystery zebras side and gave the man a little nudge with his hip. At the same moment, his paw slipped between the striped equine's legs, and gave his crotch a good solid fondle. So engrossed in the monotony of his work, the taller man arched bolt upright in surprise and nearly dropped the plate he had been in the middle of rinsing off. His head whipped down to see the white rabbit paw right against the near ever visible bulge of his sheath. His eyes followed the gray-patched arm up to it's owner, who spoke.

"Meet me in the large stall in the men's room in two minutes," he said to the stallion in a sexy, almost feminine voice. The sixteen year old bunny gave a little squeeze to the zebra's already firm sheath as he licked his lips, then as abuptly as he arrived, he turned and padded toward the door, his cute teardrop tail flagged behind him temptingly.

Zeke just stood there. A dish in one hand. A nozzle in the other. Questions raced through his mind for a full three minutes. Was he even serious? Should he go? I mean, how did that guy even know he was gay? How old was he? Who was he? Finally, one question resounded beyond all others.

Why not?

He leaned over the sink and cut the water off, then turned tail and trotted out of the busy kitchen. His large, green apron was still strapped around his torso and firm equine hips. The rubber soles strapped to his hooves thumped on the ground as he made a beeline for the men's room. He stepped deftly past employees and guests alike.

He pulled the door open and stood back just as a pair of patrons exited, busy in conversation. Likely they were a part of this huge rabbit gathering that had him so busy tonight. He smiled to them and bowed his head as they passed. Even stooped, the tall striped stallion towered over even the long ears of the taller of the two.

Alan watched from the crowd nearby as the zebra slipped inside. He wondered if he might have tried the wrong person, but only for a moment. A grin just brushed over his lips, and he excused himself from the table he had perched at in wait.

The door swung shut, and he slipped forward through the seated crowd, on a mission. Just as he stepped inside, his sensitive drooped ears picked up the distinctive sound of a heavy deadbolt over the classic Itialian music that played through the iverhead speakers. The rabbit glanced around.

It appeared that there were no others in the black and white restroom. Along the left ran a mirror, with one long sink in the black marble countertop; faucets spaced evenly arched above it. To the right were a few urinals, with black booths beyond that. Only the largest in the very back was occupied. The older man's black and white hooved almost blended in under the frame.

Alan crept forward siletly, and could not hold back a grin. It worked the first try this party. He must be getting better. After just a brief pause in front of the stall's wide door, he rapped against the metal.

"O-Occupied." The voice from within sounded rather nervous, uncertain even. The teenage rabbit of course was undeterred. "Are you sure about that, Mr. Washboy? Hurry up before someone else comes in." The door clicked open and the bunny slipped inside, only to lock the door once again behind him.

"So," Alan glanced at the zebra's name tag for the first time, "Zeke is it? Let's see what we have here." He gazed over the much larger zebra with a judging eye.

The stallion was head and shoulders taller than the teen bunny. A light set in the ceiling shon down over the striped college student. Thanks to the tight bow that kept his smock in place, the bulge of his swollen shaft had grown obvious the moment he was alone with this cock hungry boy.

After just another moment he stepped forward and set a white paw atop the firm mound, one finger at a time. His other paw slipped deftly behind the man, and with a tug to the bow, the apron fell loose; only the thin neckband kept it from the ground. Unconcerned with the white shirt underneath, his paws instead dived for the green hem that sat just long enough to cover the bulge of those hidden, heavy testicles. As he lifted it out of the way, he settled down onto one knee, eye level with his prize. His paws roamed under the cloth, and ventured for the button of his pants.

The sound of the restroom door resounded through the room and spooked Zeke. He reached in to grab at the rabbit's paws, afraid of what could happen were they discovered. Alan just shot a grin up to him, his fingers already affixed to the button of the black trousers. The stallion's large hands froze in place while the clasp and zip were drawn open in one quick motion. Before he could voice any protest whoever was at the door had pulled it wide open, and the uproar of the party flooded inside. The eager teen grabbed the zebra's slightly baggy pants at the hips and gave them a sharp tug to his knees.

"Hey," Zeke cut himself off with a hand over his mouth. The outcry sprung from him as Alan gave him a solid push with a shoulder. As small as he was, he still had plenty of strength in his athletic legs. The surprize let him push the stripped stallion back. He stumbled onto the tall toilet behind him designed in mind for larger species. The zebra's arms shot down, and he caught himself with a heavy thump. While his hands were busy at his sides, Alan leapt forward into the nude lap before him.

"Trust me," The rabbit whispered, then put a finger to his lips. A look of surprise filled the face of this man that was at least five years his senior, and he loved it. He pulled his long, plush-soft footpaws from the floor and wrapped them arond the stallion's hips, then guided those broad hands under his firm ass for support. Finally, his paws were free to do as they would. This position gave him a chance to take a good and proper look at the latest little conquest before him.

Fear of the off chance they could be discovered by the oblivious man at the urinal kept Zeke silent, barely. He could only watch and grip at Alan's butt nervously as the boy lifted the green cloth out of the way. The black sheath that greeted his eyes stirred a special place in his heart, and his loins. For a while now he hated the looped music they played over the speakers in here, but now he hoped it might mask the little gurgles that bubbled up in the back of his throat.

Zeke's cock was, by far, not the biggest the rabbit had ever seen, what with the menagerie had found on the internet. Though he was soft, it rivaled in size to any he had managed to sneak a peek at in the showers after races. Both white paws slipped down and caressed over the wrinkled flesh of the sensitive head. Unlike some in the populace, this man's feral side dominated his genes. It showed well in his exposed soft flare. The rabbit's skilled, plush-soft paws caressed over that broad, sensitive tip. With every tender stroke the muscle twitched and surged to life, bit by bit. Alan led the grey-patched shaft up against the rough green cloth that draped between it and his belly, the broad tip aimed at its owner.

A thin film clung to its surface around the base; musky sweat from all the hard work put in cleaning up after his family's mess. As the skin firmed, and the muscle flexed before him, Alan could no longer help himself. The rabbit's paired paws wrapped around either side of the tall, equine shaft between his legs, his hungry eyes fixed. It's flat tip brushed just near the cleft below Zeke's chest; shoulder high to the low seated, sixteen year old bunny.

This situation was nothing new to him. He had taken a few others into stalls in the past. Some his age, most were years older.Though, in all those encounters he never before had the opportunity to handle anyone quite as large as this Zebra. Every single one left satisfied, but the nagging hunger for something just a little bigger always sat at the back of his mind. This was the first time he had someone as developed as this right there in his paws, so he took his time. Nobody would miss him for quite a while yet.

With a flick of his head, one low hung ear settled behind his neck, and he slipped forward. The fur on his muzzle tickled the sensitive flesh. He drew a long whiff of its scent; a shiver went down his spine, all the way to his teardrop tail tip that was nestled right between those strong hands. The almost spicy aroma that surrounded this particular shaft was entrancing and exotic to him. His tongue slipped from his muzzle and drew across the circumference, and he could not help but close his eyes. Though it was a bit wide, he could still wrap his lips around it, and that is what mattered to him just then.

The sound of a flush triggered his feeding frenzy. His muzzle flashed forward and the tip disappeared deep into his maw. His legs clamped tighter against the zebra's hips. As sudden heat hit the delicate tip, Zeke squeezed Alan's ass tightly, and a sharp gasp escaped his muzzle, masked by the water's noise. Those striped hips drew forward in quick pursuit of more of that pleasure, but the rabbit anticipated the jerk and pulled himself back with ease.The feel of the thick ring swollen inside his muzzle was exquisite. It filled the space between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. Careful of his teeth, his muzzle clamped tighter over the sensitive tip. Inside, his tongue danced and played across its surface.

His almost velveteen rabbit paws stroked down toward that heavy, glossy black ballsac. He wrapped one hand almost halfway around the thick, grey base, its twin settled on the other side, just above.The surface of both collected some of those slick, musky oils, and he used that to his advantage. His gentle curved muzzle slurped away as he stroked his digits up to the grey-splotched ring that looped around the center; there his fingers wrapped around fully, but only just.

The bathroom door squeaked open, and they froze for a moment, both sets of ears focused. When the door swung shut and left them with only music once again, Alan was satisfied.

"Mmm, it is so fun to be so close to getting caught. Wouldn't you say?" This only got him a glassy-eyed stare. The zebra squeezed and fondled at Alan's ass, and and his shaft pulsed with life between the boy's delicate paws. A delicate rumble grew at the back of the boy's throat.The rabbit's eyes drooped shut. His paws stroked up further, and came closer together nearer the flare tipped head.

Zeke let loose a long held back moan. He looked down a moment and watched the rabbit's head sink down over his flare. His entire body moved and bounced with every stroke. His slick furred paws began a trek down, the flats of them stretched around either side. The boy soon could not hold back a moan of his own. His mouth was sealed over with the equine flare, so the air from his lungs flowed from his nose in an almost feminine moan. It billowed over the smooth surface and chilled it slightly, which only made Alan's muzzle seem all that much hotter.

Any doubts the stallion had about this encounter were summarily gone. 'This guy was far too skilled. He must only look young.' The thoughts could scarcely breach his thoughts before the rabbit found another unique way to fond over his sweet spots. Zeke's hips rolled of their own accord back, and forth. His shaft had grown as hard as he had been in a long time; a few licks and strokes later he was all but on the edge of a good whinny. His balls tensed.

A creak echoed into the room. "I tell ya, he's cookin' somethin' up there!" Two from the party stepped inside. Each moved to a urinal, and both occupents of the stall went dead quiet, even though that meant going still as a statue. The zebra was right at the brink of orgasm, and his cum welled up inside him, itching for release.

"What makes ya think that?" Alan's eyes shot open. That was his stepfather's voice. He was snapped back to the situation right in his muzzle when a small dollop of cum welled up in the wide, swollen flare that was locked behind his blunt teeth. He took a quick breath through his nose. The air carried with it the heady scent of musk and lust. It made the rabbit's head spin.

"Oh, I have me sources. B'leve you me. Give ya me word as a rabbit! Cross me heart and lop me foot. The stuff he's cookin' up there is no good!" Alan struggled to concentrate. Zeke fought to remain silent. One hand shot from under the teen's ass and flew to his mouth; air huffed between clenched teeth.

One visitor, then the other finished up at the stalls and zipped up. "Well," Alan's stepfather continued as they walked toward the door, "think my new son was supposed to go Victor's way." The door squeaked open. The teen strained to listen, and catch those scant few last words in passing.

"I don think ya should let th' boy go." The door swung shut and left the room full of just the overhead music. Alans eyes went wide, panic filled him for a moment. There was no way. He was going. There was no way he wasn't.

Zeke had only listened until the coast was clear. The hand around his muzzle dropped to the rabbit's shoulder. The zebras span wrapped from one side of the bunny's shoulder to the other. He had enough. He had to get off. Now. He held the boy in place and thrust forward. His shaft squeezed to the back of that tight muzzle, pulled away, then thrust right back in again. The plateau he had attained pushed his orgasm back, but for only a moment.

Alan was pulled back to reality in a mouthful. He was forced to swallow the gob of cum that churned from that welled up channel aimed at the back of his throat. The extra pressure against the back of his flare was all Zeke needed. The white paws around his shaft clenched tight in a vain attempt to stem the tide. The young bunny pulled back and drew a gulp of air. The first of many powerful jets of thick seed erupted into his throat and mouth. His eyes went wide as he panicked for just a brief second, ill prepared for the change of leadership. The boy got his head back just enough so that the flared tip was behind his blunt teeth at the critical moment. His eyes clenched, he swallowed mouthful after mouthful in rapid succession, but cum still leaked from his lips and dribbled down to mark the smock below.

As soon as he was able, the boy drew heavy breaths through his nose, and just barely managed to stop a cough. He pulled away, swallowed again, and let the shaft flop free of his mouth. His eyes remained closed, and a broad grin spread on his face. Zeke sat there, sagged, body settled against the wall behind him, face toward the roof. His maw stood agape for a while.

"Woah," was the only work the zebra managed to get past his lips.

Alan nodded his agreement, "woah is right. I've never seen someone cum like..." A thump announced another visitor at the door. They hurried inside and spoke aloud.

"Hey, stripy. You in here?" Zeke's eyes went wide, it was his shift manager, "Dishes're piling up fast out there!" His jaw quivered and he looked to Alan, eyes wide with uncertainty, but the boy put a finger to his lips to keep him silent, then called out.

"Nobody in here but us rabbits." With a insincere apology, the man turned tail walked back out of the room. The moment the door thumped shut, the pair burst into quiet laughter.

"Oh man, I thought I was toast there." The zebra rubbed the back of his neck and could not help but grin, thanks to afterglow. In his lap, the rabbit let go of his leg hold around Zeke's hips and, with a little help, settled onto his feet.

"Heh, yeah," Alan smiled at the stallion, an amused look on his face. There was a messy stripe and splatter of white cum right up the center of the Zeke's apron. "And sounds like you need to get back. Though, y'might want to get a new smock."

The zebra quirked an eyebrow, then followed Alan's gaze down. "Oh!" He laughed aloud, "I seem to be a mess." He slips an arm behind his head and pulls the loop off, then goes on to wipe up some of the last bits of mess around his crotch. "And so're you." The boy's eyes traveled down over himself. He left the apron he nicked on, and it too was covered in remnants of their encounter. "On your muzzle too." His paw shot up and settled in the cum around his mouth. His drooped ears perked, before his tongue slipped out and collected what it could.

Zeke folded the apron, grabbed his pants and stood up. He zipped and buttoned them hurriedly, then gave himself another once over. "I look okay?"

After a brief inspection the rabbit nodded. "You're good to go." He slipped a paw into his pocket, and gave the stallion a piece of paper. "My contacts, if you want to keep in touch."

The stallion smiled wide, nodded his thanks, then was on his way out the door in a hurry. His final departure was announced by the alcohol-fueled uproar of the other room.

His counterpart took his time. He slipped off his own messy garment, wiped down his muzzle as best he could manage, then stepped out of the stall to an empty room. He tossed the pair of green aprons to the side, gave his face a good wash down, then sought out his mother. He wanted to be sure he spoke to her again before his step dad. There was no way he would miss a chance to see his uncle, Victor Mertezi.

_This story is just a little offshoot of the main story, and was written in a little bit of a hurry, so it's not quite up to my usual standards. Don't worry, the next part goes back to Mark, and will be up to my old quality!

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