Who Closed Last Night?
Imported from SF2 with no description.
David counted out his tips with a relieved sigh as he saw the open sign for the bar switch off. It was a decent night for a weekday, but he was still looking forward to laying down on the couch and catching up on some shows after a long eight hours on his hooves.
“Hey Felix” the ram called as he waved across the dimly lit bar to his manager, “Can you double-check my count and cash me out?”
The zebra stopped mid-step on his way to the big overhead lights that turned the bar atmosphere from trendy and moody to dirty and overlit.
“You done already?” the slim equine asked, quickly stepping over a puddle of spilled drink to continue turning on the lights.
While Felix was technically his manager, this bar was one of the more relaxed David had worked for. The zebra was the sort to be a stickler for details, but as long as you did your job right he was content to leave you be.
It was definitely refreshing after so many gigs of tight-ass managers who had to micro-manage every little thing. Felix also came from bartending and serving before-hand too, so he knew what he was talking about, and was always sure to back up his team to rude customers.It was a surprisingly rare trait for a manager to have in David’s experience.
The equine stepped up to the bar, and in a practiced move, lifted his ass onto the bar to hop over it. David had a few brief moments to enjoy the sight of his bosses’ toned cheeks and raised tail, held in check by nothing more than a tight pair of black and white running shorts. David had never checked the employee handbook to see if Felix’s favorite closing attire fit the rules, but the color of the shorts paired with the zebra’s natural pattern sometimes made it look like he wasn’t wearing anything at all, and that was something David certainly wasn’t about to complain about.
All too soon, Felix raised his hooves above the bar and spun around, landing gracefully behind the counter. Even in the unflattering fluorescent lighting, Felix was handsome. Pretty was probably the better word, as his features were light and delicate, with big copper-brown eyes and long dark eyelashes under a spiked mane of black and white.
The sheep always thought of his manager as slender, but that was mostly in comparison to himself. In truth Felix was built like a runner, definitely no slouch in terms of muscle but not going to be breaking weightlifting records anytime soon. He was surprisingly tall too, managing to be a few inches taller than David even counting the height of the ram’s horns, and the zebra’s mohawk mane gave him a few more inches as well.
He glanced around the bar area for a moment, quickly going over the dates on perishable items, making sure all the taps were cleaned and locked, and all the bottles were stowed properly with their spout caps on.
“Damn,” Felix said, nodding as he checked the sinks and dishwashers were cleaned, “You’re making me look bad by being so quick with this, I’m gonna end up being here another hour after you.”
David looked around at the state of the place. It wasn’t so bad, just a few late tables to wipe down and mopping, nothing that would take too long for two people.
“Doesn’t look too bad, especially if Judy’s here to close,” David said, before realizing he hadn’t seen the short and peppy labrador for nearly an hour.
“She took off early to study for a big test tomorrow,” Felix shrugged, taking the cash drawer out of the register, “But you’re right, it’s not too bad, I just love complaining.”
David’s dick stepped forward to take over thinking, and he felt the words “I can stay late to help clean up” coming out of his mouth before his sore legs could offer a rebuke.
Whatever doubts he had about his offer disappeared instantly when Felix’s eyes lit up with a surprised smile.
“Aww, that's so sweet of you,” the zebra said, pullind David into a quick, one-armed hug while he still held the cash drawer in the other, “I’ll owe you big.”
David’s hand unconsciously lingered in between Felix’s shoulder blades, fighting an urge to pull the zebra into a tight hug against his chest. The equine smelt of… well, a good amount of spilt liquor and residual food smell first and foremost, that was to be expected after a full shift at a bar, but underneath there was a warm scent of vanilla and sweat in a confusing but pleasant aroma.
David forced himself to put aside the lingering desire to hold Felix’s warmth close to him, and dropped his hands back to his side. The zebra pulled back too, his hand trailing from David’s back across his side before ending in a few appreciative pats on his chest.
Felix walked off with the cash drawer while David’s brain fought to determine what that extended contact meant.
Felix was always very friendly, maybe he’s just a bit touchy and huggy? But David had seen some of Felix’s friends pick him up after shifts before and they always seemed to keep a reasonable distance. And those were friends outside of work, surely if he was getting handsy with a coworker…
David peered around the corner of the bar to the back of house kitchen, already closed and cleaned an hour before the bar, and the manager’s office beyond it. Felix was leaned over the desk counting the drawer, ass and tail raised in an impeccable show. The zebra shifted his weight back and forth from one leg to the other as he counted, causing his soft, heart shaped rump to sway side to side in a hypnotizing display.
“You okay David?” Felix called without looking up from the desk, “Had you gotten the mop yet?”
The words broke the spell that had enraptured the ram, and he practically sprinted to the supply closet where the mop and bucket sat. While he waited for the dispenser to slowly fill the bucket with soapy water David’s hands massaged his aching bulge, a presence he had not even noticed until he’d gone to the closet.
He undid the buckle on his belt and opened up the fly, desperate to get at least some release from the tension in his pants. His uncut length fell out, throbbing in the open air like it was desperate to breathe.
One hand held the base, gripping his length with pulsing clenches as the other hand stroked the tip, drawing his foreskin back and forth while his mind was filled with black and white stripes. Pre flowed from his tip in a river, only making it easier to lose himself to the sensation.
The daydreaming came to an abrupt end as the mop bucket began to overflow, and David rushed to shut off the flow, cursing and fumbling as he shoved his still-hard cock back into his pants.
He looked down both at the mess he’d made of the mop and himself. Cleaning up some spilt water was easy enough. The thick outline of a hard cock and ever-growing spot of wetness at the tip? A bit more challenging.
In the end his solution was to untuck the black button up bar shirt. The bottom of the shirt barely reached far enough down to cover half of it, but it was about all he had at the moment. Surely mopping would give his body time to settle while Felix was still in the office doing the nightly paperwork.
He began pulling the mop behind him through the door, moving it carefully over the threshold so as not to spill again.
“Hey David,” Felix said somewhere close behind him. The ram turned around slowly, still pulling the mop behind him, then froze in his tracks as his eyes met Felix’s.
Felix sat on the edge of the nearest table, legs crossed, and with absolutely no clothes on.
The zebra’s bar shirt and shorts were sitting on the table behind him, and he held a pair of bright blue briefs coyly in one hand with a glass of brown liquor in the other, taking a sip from one hand before tossing the last bit of clothes alongside the others. With a knowing smile, he then uncrossed his legs.
Felix’s cock was as impressive as one would expect from an equine, pitch black with a medial ring and a flaring head even as it was still hardening. It was almost double the length of the ram’s cock, though not as thick. His balls were large and smooth, laying heavily on the tabletop beneath him.
While the dumbstruck ram starred, Felix leaned back, throwing his legs wide to show off a perfect round and plump donut of the same pure black as his cock, the ring of muscle twitching in anticipation.
“I saw you staring on the cameras in the office,” the zebra said, nodding in that direction, “and it wasn’t the first time I’ve caught you staring either…”
David wasn’t quite sure how to answer, as his mouth seemed to be producing more drool at the vision before him than coherent sentences.
“And I won’t lie,I’ve been staring too” the zebra continued, “So come here and fuck me like we both know you want to.”
Something in David’s mind awoke at the words, and the new primal urge drove him to obey, closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds. His hands tore off his shirt, not caring if a button was undone properly or simply ripped clean off.
Felix raised the hand holding a glass, offering the drink to David. As soon as the ram took the glass, the zebra’s hands began to roam his chest, groping the muscular pectorals and rolling over his slight gut. The zebra drew his face closer and planted himself firmly against David’s chest, clinging tightly to him as he rode the rise and fall of the sheep’s breathing.
David sipped the drink as he stared down at the zebra playing with his chest, the feel of fingers trailing through his fur and the burn of a smokey bourbon mingling in his mind to let out a low, contented sigh.
He lowered his hand, gently gripping Felix’s chin and firmly raising his gaze until their eyes met, taking a moment to admire the amber sparkle of the zebra’s eyes before diving in to kiss him.
Felix’s hands froze in their wanderings as their lips and then tongues met, the heady flavor of bourbon fresh and co-mingling with the sweetness of a long overdue kiss. When it finally broke they were both out of breath, strands of saliva trailing from one tongue to another.
An idea struck David, and he held out the glass for Felix to take again. As soon as the zebra accepted, the ram moved to grip the equine’s hips, feeling both the softness of fur and the firmness of muscle. He pulled Felix’s legs upward so fast he let out a yelp of surprise, pulling him closer until he was laying flat on the table.
David took his place kneeling at the base of the table, staring up at that thick ebony shaft and soft ring below it. He dove into it before Felix even knew what was happening, thick ram tongue tracing a wet circle around the rim of the zebra’s hole before following that delicious trail upward. He had to stop briefly to taste those fat equine nuts, taking each one into his mouth in turn and rolling them on his tongue before continuing up the shaft until the tip of his tongue flicked across that leaking cock-head.
The salty-sweet taste of pre was everywhere in his mouth now as he lathered Felix’s flare, his hands caressing the shaft below him and spreading that slick mixture of saliva and seed.
As sweet as the taste was, David had a distinct goal in mind and shifted his focus back downward. He plunged his tongue into that equine hole hard, piercing it as he continued to swirl around that thick ring of muscle.
Above him Felix’s breathing was shallow and punctuated by gasps and moans, the sensations sending shivers down his spine. The zebra gripped David’s horns between his legs, pulling the bartender deeper and deeper into his tight hole.
“Please…” Felix managed to blurt out, “I need you to fuck me…”
The ram certainly wasn’t going to refuse that request, withdrawing his tongue slowly before planting a final sloppy kiss on Felix’s winking pucker. He stood, undoing his pants as he did. His cock was soaked in pre from its confinement, and David kicked his pants and underwear to the side without a second thought as he stepped up to the table and his manager upon it.
He stroked his length, the sheer horniness causing a continuous stream of pre to form while his foreskin spread it across his head and shaft with its motions. Felix’s eyes were locked on the cock as it approached, feeling the thickness and weight of it as it rubbed across his own, the line of fluid that poured from his own cock intermingling with David’s.
The zebra felt time stretch as the ram proceeded to line up that beautiful cock with his hole, the gentle pressure only strengthening his need to be filled. David gave himself a few more strokes, dragging the wet head of his cock around the puffy rim to mix his pre with the saliva that already lubricated the hole, and with a deep breath he braced himself, and pressed in.
There was only a moment of resistance before that plush ring opened up and swallowed the ram’s cock, warmth and tightness drawing a low moan from his mouth.
Felix echoed the moan, feeling inch after inch of thick cock plunge deep and deeper, only stopping when he felt the gentle slap of pelvis against his taint and heavy balls rubbing against his flagging tail beneath the table.
The zebra barely had time to catch his breath before the sheep leaned over him, tongue entering his mouth like a battering ram. Felix had just about started kissing back when David began thrusting, the overwhelming sensation of fullness and pleasure leaving him frozen as the ram’s tongue plunged deep into his mouth.
Wet slaps soon filled the room, the ram’s heavy balls slamming against Felix’s stripped ass as fast as muscle and momentum would let them. Soon that wasn’t even enough, and David broke off the wet, deep-tongued kiss to stand straight, the new position giving him leverage to thrust even harder and faster.
“G-God yes…” was all Felix could muster as the bartender pumped into him, his long equine cock pouring a continuous stream of pre across his stomach and chest.
David felt like he was in a dream, it was simply too good to be true. The hole around his cock seemed to open up for him like it was made to fit him, yet was still so tight and warm he felt like he might melt into it. His eyes couldn’t stop exploring the form of the zebra under him, taking in the soft curves of Felix’s hips, the ebony slick shaft, and his gorgeous blushing face as he moaned at David’s thrusting.
“You have no idea how long I’ve needed this,” the ram said, wrapping his hands around the zebra’s slender waist to pull him closer just as every thrust pushed them apart.
“I… Have an idea…” The zebra responded, his words punctuated by gasps and moans as his hole and prostate were battered non-stop, “Don’t think I haven’t been picturing it too.”
David felt the tell-tale feeling in his gut, and his strokes became longer and deeper as he felt his climax approaching, “I won’t last much longer.”
The zebra’s legs rose up, wrapping around the ram’s waist and lifting his ass so that David was held tight and given a perfect angle to thrust.
“Cum inside,” Felix ordered, “Fill me up deep and full.”
David’s instincts left him no room to disobey, and every thrust turned into a long, powerful stroke that had the ram grinding against the zebra’s wet and loosened hole, desperately plunging as deep as he could thrust before finally the dam broke.
The ram’s balls tugged upwards, emptying everything they had into his manager’s hole. Felix felt each surging throb of the cock within him as it shot stream after stream inside, filling him with a unique and satisfying warmth.
The ram fell over Felix, panting as the exhaustion hit him all at once, and he felt like he might melt into the zebra. A tug at his horns brought his face upwards into the lips of the zebra, and their tongues met in a breathless kiss for what felt like ages.
“Long, long overdue,” Felix said as they finally broke apart, releasing the grip his legs had around David’s waist.
The ram pulled out, still half-hard and sensitive from the tight grip of the zebra’s hole trying to hold him in. The sight of Felix on the table, still hard and throbbing with David’s load leaking from his hole was enough to send a throb though his cock again, and impure thoughts to run through his mind again.
“You haven’t cum yet,” the ram observed, wraping a hand around the thick black horsecock just below the slightly-flaring head.
“I have a hard time cumming from just bottoming,” Felix said, almost apologetically, “Usually I need to top or use a fleshlight.”
David drew his fingers across the shaft in his hands a few more times, collecting a truly impressive amount of pre, then walked over to the bar.
Felix watched on inquisitively as the ram leaned over, legs spread, and began spreading the zebra’s pre around his hole. One finger, then two and three disappeared into the ram’s muscular ass as the white nub of his tail fluttered and flagged.
“Well?” David said, turning to look Felix in the eyes hungrily, “your turn.”
Felix bit his lip as he watched the ram pull one cheek aside to reveal the wet ring of his hole, “It’s very inviting, but are you sure you can take me?”
“I’ve taken horses before,” David said, almost a little smug, “why don’t you show me what a zebra is like?”
Felix needed no other invitation and rose, dripping slightly from his tailhole as he lined up a foot behind David, and pressed his thick black flare against the ram’s ass.
“Are you sure about this?” Felix asked again, seeing just how long and thick his cock was against the bartender’s rear, “there’s only pre for lube and I’m pretty big even for an equine and…”
He was cut off by David pushing back, a moment of resistance as the hole fought against the massive horsecock pressing against it, then a surge of pleasure as the head and a few inches of shaft behind it were swallowed up.
The ‘pop’ of entry was accompanied by their moans in stereo. David stopped pushing back for a moment, a pleasurable hissing coming as he ground back and forth on just that first bit of zebra cock, letting the stream of pre prepare him for the rest.
When he continued, Felix joined in the movement, pushing in as David bushed back. Inch by inch the black pillar of equine cock disappeared into the ram while the zebra’s hands gripped David around the waist.
The halfway point was slowly reached, with the medial ring tapping against David’s stretched hole.
“God, you’re so tight,” Felix moaned as the ass around him swallowed up the ring.
“Well you better fix that then,” David said, grunting as he gave one final push backwards, swallowing up the rest of the zebra’s length, sighing contentedly at the feeling of Felix’s heavy nuts against his taint.
The sudden engulfment of his length left Felix shuddering and struggling not to burst right there, and he could only stare dazedly at the broad and muscular back in front of him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever actually been with someone who can take me fully,” Felix said as his hands drifted dreamily across the ram’s waist and back, running fingers through the thick fur.
“I may have a few equine sized toys,” David said, panting at the fullness in his stomach, “and I may have practiced for this exact scenario.”
The zebra drew back, watching as the ram’s hole gripped his length, popping the ring of flesh as he pulled out just past his medial ring, then plunged back in. Felix brought himself up to a steady rhythm like that, each thrust hitting a slight speed bump as the medial ring was pulled free then slammed home.
“Fucking hell!” The ram hissed in pleasure, “that’s so good…”
Felix grunted in agreement, losing himself in the tight hole around him. He was vaguely aware of the mess he was making, with pre leaking from the hole in front of him and a steady dripping of cum from his loosened ass behind him, but he was too deep in ecstasy to even consider stopping.
The zebra shifted one hand from the ram’s waist to his shoulder, pulling David as close as he could with each thrust. The music of heavy zebra nuts slapping against tight ram ass filled the bar, accompanied by hot and heavy breaths.
The fullness in David’s ass was building more and more as the thick zebra cock smothered his prostate, and he felt himself edging towards a second orgasm without even touching himself.
A blast of ram cum hit the underside of the bar as he was sent over the edge, each spurt accompanied by his cock flexing toward his chest as he painted the wall and floor beneath him.
The sudden tightening of the ram’s hole as he orgasmed was enough to light the fuse that was the zebra’s orgasm, signaling it’s imminent arrival with the sudden flaring of the zebra’s head.
David felt the growing thickness of that flare deep in his guts, and looked back at the zebra with eyes half-lidded with lust and exhaustion, “Don’t you dare pull out.”
Felix answered that demand by grasping the ram around the neck and drawing him back into a deep kiss, thrusting deep and heavy all the while as he reached climax.
David gasped into the zebra’s mouth as he felt a heavy wave of warm cum flood his guts, only able to moan into the kiss as his arched back began to ache from the stretch. The ache was nothing though, he’d gladly suffer a whole lot more for the feeling of that very moment as they embraced one another.
It took what seemed like hours for the zebra’s cock to stop pulsing with streams of seed, and by the time Felix pulled out there was a thick line of cum dripping onto the floor below them and trailing from the ram’s loosened hole to the softening flare. They stood there for a long moment, just held together in each other’s arms with deep exhausted breaths and sweat covered bodies.
“You had tomorrow off, right?” David asked after a moment.
“Yeah,” Felix answered, “Why?”
“Cause I think I’m going to need to take you home and repeat what we just did a few more times,” the ram answered with a cocky grin “And we probably should do that in a bed instead of making a mess at work.”
The zebra nodded happily, then seemed to notice the giant pool of fluids beneath them for the first time and groaned, “We’re going to have to burn the mop after tonight.”
It was only about 10 hours later, but David felt like it had been days. He was sore all over, and felt like there were only a few places he wasn’t soaked in either cum or sweat, and his face felt permanently fixed with a smile. He ran a hand through Felix’s mane as the zebra snored softly on his chest, one hand wrapped around his waist tightly even in his sleep.
Dawn had come and gone while they were still going at it, and now they were finally getting to sleep around 10AM. It hadn’t taken long for the zebra to fall asleep, and from the weight in his eyelids the ram knew he wasn’t far behind, but was enjoying the sight of Felix’s sleeping face rising and falling with the subtle movement of his chest for a while longer.
A buzz off to his right shook him from his thoughts, and he picked up his phone from the end table beside the bed.
A picture of their coworker Grace sat above the message in the work group chat for the bar, showing a picture of an empty whisky glass left out on the counter, and a remarkably spotless countertop and floor behind it.
“This was left out, who closed last night?” the message demanded, and David had to fight a chuckle as he set the phone down and closed his eyes.
He was asleep by the time a second message dinged on the couple’s phones: “And where the hell is the mop?”