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It was never a good time for a breakdown, but it was especially ill-timed when it was in the middle of a storm like that, and on some back country road too. Kamili probably could have fixed it if he had a little more time. The constant assault of the whipping wind and snow blowing in his face wasn’t exactly helping either. The blizzard came out of nowhere compared to the relatively modest forecast. They never should have been on the road in the first place, but it was too late to change that.

Poking up from under the hood, the hyena nervously shrugged his shoulders, before just pulling his coat all the tighter around him. The other two watched him from the relatively warm confines of the motionless vehicle. It wasn’t going to stay that way forever. Keedee held up a phone and shook her head at her twin brother. No signal. There was no tow coming, and the storm wasn’t letting up. Maybe they could wait by the side of the road with the emergency lights on, hoping someone would eventually come by, but it was getting awfully cold out there.

“What about there?” Chase pointed to the light in the distance, just past an unusually tall fence.

“Is that ...” Keedee wiped at the window and squinted. “Oh. Oh, I don’t know. I mean I’m really curious, but ...”

When she didn’t finish, the orange and cyan lion found himself concerned. “But? It’s hard to tell in the storm, but it sort of looks like a barn.”

“Yeaaaaaah.” Keedee bit her lip. “I guess we don’t really have a lot of choice here tonight. I’m really not into the idea of freezing to death if I’m being honest. Like, it’s probably just a bunch of dumb stories ...”

Chase quirked his head to the side at that. “Stories? What kind of stories could they be to have someone like you worried?”

“Eh. It’s stupid.” Kee waved it off. “Let’s tell Kami.”

Kamili was back to tinkering under the hood when the other two stepped out of the car. Without all his tools, and such limited visibility, he found himself stumped for once. It wasn’t a problem he’d ever seen coming. Kee tightened up her big coat and snuck over to tap her brother on the butt as means of getting his attention. He gave a little yip but managed to keep from banging his head on the hood at least. Stepping back with a disappointed look on his face, frustrated with himself even for being unable to solve a difficult mechanical problem in unideal circumstances, he leaned close to hear his twin over the roar of the weather.

“We’re checking out the spooky barn!”

He knew well by then there was no arguing with her when she had an adventurous idea, no matter how much trouble it ended up getting them in. Chase was right alongside them, linking up to spread each other’s arms around each other and share in bodily warmth. Even getting to the fence meant trudging through deep, fluffy snow that felt like it was going to drag them under now and then. Climbing over it was a group effort, link by link, boosting each other over the top to tumble down below into the awaiting cushion of powder. They picked themselves up and dusted off the snow as best they could, but plenty more got under their clothes, melting against their body heat, soaking through their clothes and into their fur. It was only getting colder.

Thankfully, the barn’s entrance was well-lit even in the storm. They merely had to follow the guiding light to a door that it took all three of them to pull open. The noise wasn’t exactly subtle. If there was anyone in there, they were going to be well aware of the three chilly intruders. That hardly mattered to them when stepping through to the other side meant finding themselves immediately flooded with welcoming warmth, melting all the snow off their bodies and their coats in a matter of seconds. Just turning back to get the barn door closed was enough to get them perspiring and discarding layers one by one by the time they were done.

Puffing together, they took a moment to just collect themselves. Chase gathered up their coats and left them drying over the wall of a stall. Keedee scouted the place out, peering around corners, peeking into stalls. Kamili just waited, recovering. It didn’t take long before someone found them. Strolling casually into sight was a big, majestic horse with an especially handsome face to go with his elegant two-tone mane. There was no mistaking him for a common domestic animal. That was one gorgeous four-legged [i]man[/i] who came to greet them, and his warm voice quickly confirmed as much.

“Visitors in weather like this? Here I thought I might spend the whole night on my own, listening to the wind. More than welcome to share the warmth, friends.”

He was warm indeed, glistening under the lights from the light perspiration over his powerful body. His skin even steamed a little. It was outright hot in there, to the point they found themselves unconsciously removing even more layers just to be comfortable before anyone thought to speak.

“Well, um. That’s very generous of you. We don’t mean to intrude, it’s just that we broke down ...” Chase found himself rushing to explain, just to be sure they weren’t imposing, despite the friendliness of their new host.

“It’s no trouble. Plenty of warmth for us all. Could use the company. And if you’re so inclined, it’s been at least a few hours since someone last brushed my mane. I bet a cat’s claws like yours would do a great job of it.”

It was far from a subtle suggestion, but one made with no sense of force. That made Chase all the more interested in helping out. Especially with such a big, beautiful beast like that. The horse bowed his head with a little chuckle when he saw the lion simply staring at him for a while.

“Getting ahead of myself. Name’s Jackson, if you didn’t know it.”

He [i]did[/i] look rather familiar to Chase, once he mentioned it. Maybe on the cover of some magazine somewhere.

“Chase. And this is Kamili, and Keedee.”

“Hiya,” the twins said, simultaneously.

“A pleasure all around.” Jackson had a charming smile. “Happy to keep you all warm for as long as you need. Especially a trio like you.”

It was only when he winked that Chase spotted those mismatched eye colours. Just another of his features to make him as handsome as possible. The lion found himself wanting to move, wanting to stroll right over and get his hands all over that absolute stud faintly flirting with him, but he found himself hesitating. Keedee of all people had been talking about that place like there was something to worry about. If she was being cautious, then he definitely needed to take the time to consider whether - oh, no, there she went.

Wherever Kee went, Kami wasn’t far behind. Neither of them could resist the invitation to touch such a gorgeous horse like that. It was all the more apparent how much he towered over them when they made their approach. He was polite enough to dip his head down for them to reach. They were stroking through his mane together in no time, playing off each other’s energy until they were locked into their excited giggles.

They only got noisier when Jackson leaned in to tell them something particularly salacious. At least, Chase guessed as much by the whooping response it got from both siblings. Kamili stood up tall on his toes just to nuzzle that stallion, burying himself in soft mane. Keedee meanwhile outright laid a kiss on Jackson’s tease, which got an approving little puff from the horse’s lips. The scene grew all the more intimate while Chase watched, just standing there, observing as the hyena twins stroked alongside the big stud’s flanks, running their hands along his shiny, sweaty hide, squeezing, massaging, admiring every inch of him.

That was already scandalous enough. Keedee was ever so casual about just ducking underneath the horse so she could get somewhere much more intimate. Chase watched her sniffing at Jackson’s underside, then licking, lapping up a generous amount of that sweat clinging to him. The lion immediately found himself wondering how it tasted. That wasn’t enough to make him move, not yet. Even the rising giggles and the hyenas discarding their clothes didn’t budge him from his spot. He wanted to see where Kamili ended up first.

The shyer of the twins certainly didn’t seem it when he swished around to get right under Jackson’s politely lifted tail. The hyena pressed his face right into that athletic equine rump and gave a kiss that Chase could hear from where he was standing. He didn’t hold anything back, either. Sniffing, nuzzling, and soon kissing the big stallion right on the rim was a hell of a way to make someone’s acquaintance, but Chase couldn’t deny he was wondering how good it would have felt to do the same. Not three minutes after meeting them, and the charming stallion had a pair of hyenas licking his ass and nuts alike, adoring his sweaty form from all the angles.

That left the question of whether there was even room left for the lion. Jackson hadn’t forgotten about him. He gave the occasional huff or groan, but soon looked up from admiring the twins and their hard work to offer the cat a soft smile.

“What a fun pair. Not every day I get treated to twins like these.” A toss of his head to gesture and invite Chase left the lion clasping his hands together. “You don’t have to go that fast, of course. Wouldn’t mind having you over here so I can take a better look at you, though.”

Chase cleared his throat, shifted his eyes, but the sound of the hyenas having a wonderful time licking and drooling on him so lustfully, snickering with delight, cleaning up as much of his accumulated sweat as they could - that was all he needed to hear, really. He had to know for himself. Getting even just a little closer gave him a sample of a smooth, rich, warm musk that enveloped his senses to the point of making him freeze on the spot. There was nothing dirty about it, nothing that made Jackson smell like an animal. He was pure, concentrated stud, and radiating exactly the kind of aura to back that up. Chase wanted more.

When he was close enough, he reached out, happily running his fingers through the horse’s mane just like the hyenas did. It was as soft and silky as it looked. He found himself rumbling, if not exactly purring, just to touch it. Given the opportunity, he would have kept stroking and admiring all night long, or at least until the storm stopped. Yet when he looked up, and made such comforting eye contact with that stallion, he knew they both wanted more.

It didn’t take a word. Chase just felt it out, following the guidance of those flirty eyes, brown and blue alike. He leaned in. Jackson met him halfway, and just like that, Chase was kissing a total stranger in his own home, so to speak. The scene was quiet but for the howling wind and the rattling of the walls, along with the slow, slick sounds of smooching. At least until the twins got giggling again. The sounds were growing more muffling as they licked more and more intimately, deeper into all the extra musky spots on that proud stallion.

Chase probably shouldn’t have been surprised that such a handsome man was such a good kisser. He found himself lost in that smooch, never overwhelmed so much as he was simply overtaken by the intimacy of the moment. It only felt natural to exchange tongues. Jackson sucked on his with precision, and allowed the lion his best attempt at handling the thick one soon inside his own mouth. It was wet and yet never sloppy, leaving the cat moaning in the moment, locked together, wanting it to go on forever. Eventually, they both had to stop for breath.

Another little toss of his head told Chase to follow without a word. All he really needed was that sultry look from the horse, and the lion was ready to go wherever he directed. The hyenas came along too. Keedee was shuffling, chasing down those fat horse nuts while Jackson backed himself up towards a wall. Kamili had no choice but to trot along, until his body met with that solid surface and the horse kept going just a little more. The pin was firm enough to leave the yeen right off his feet, dangling there, completely smothered in sweaty haunches, ever so deeply pressing him close to that smooth, shiny donut Kami so very loved making out with, slurping, snurfing his way all the deeper.

Only then was it time to resume the makeout session. Jackson welcomed Chase back to those moments with a playful lick on the face, one the lion returned before locking with the horse’s lips once more. For all his fangs, the big cat felt so small, so soft and vulnerable compared to the big, masculine, muscular beast before him. He hadn’t bothered to take all his clothes off yet, and he regretted it when he felt the strain and stretch of fabric just trying to keep his excitement contained. There was no need for anything more than a kiss to get him feeling like that.

Chase was far too caught up in the pleasures of that tender exchange to notice the subtle shift in Jackson’s stance. The horse was content getting his balls slurped and his ass eaten for a while, but such a discerning gentleman as him needed just a little more. Kamili was already pinned so firmly he couldn’t move until the stallion allowed him to. He couldn’t do a single thing about it when Jackson leaned some of his weight back, and began to slowly overtake that muzzle, engulfing the hyena all the deeper in his ass to give him a firm, commanding [i]clench[/i] and almost fully muffle all the ensuing cackles. Aside from Keedee’s anyway.

For all her concern of earlier, Kee had nothing but good things to say about the new situation, in her laughter language. Watching her brother getting so decisively enveloped by the most gorgeous haunches either of them had ever seen was the only thing that could distract Kee from licking Jackson’s nuts. She took instead to just stroking the stallion’s huge, stiffening cock, and rubbing it against her cheek to get yet more of that scent all over her fur. All the attention had a tendency to make the horse [i]clench[/i] around the other hyena’s face, to pull him even deeper and keep him there. Kee wasn’t going to stop, even when Kamili started squirming.

As much as the hyena boy began to writhe when he found himself utterly stuck inside the big horse who backed into, getting pinned between wall and ass so firmly he began to vanish spot by spot, he wasn’t freaking out. Not yet. He was far too hard for that, rubbing his thighs together when he wasn’t giving vague kicks, cock stiff while he got slowly swallowed down by the pleasured flexes of the big stud’s donut hole. It took his entire head with ease, which was startling enough. When Jackson barely paused at the hyena’s shoulders, it was time for Kamili to squirm a little more.

It didn’t make much of a difference. Once he had his arms stuck at his side by that tight grip, the best he could do was wiggle. The muscles wrapped around his body, dragging him deeper into musky darkness, kept him from going anywhere. If anything, all the movement was just stimulating Jackson all the more, making him tighter, making him flex more. Keedee slathering up and down his cock helped with that too. She slipped and slopped with heavy slurps, drawing out his precum to rub all over her face when she got to the tip, only to dive back down. She swore she could taste the stallion’s excitement.

As for whether Jackson was really going to go all the way, that seemed more and more likely with every clench. He could make so much hyena disappear with each flex that he must have been holding back at that point. Kamili was as stiff as ever by the time that ring eclipsed his middle, overtaking his shaft, pinning it against the very walls consuming him. There was a throb that ran through the hyena’s entire body when he felt that passage clamping over him. A very muffled shriek of excited laughter came with his legs going stiff and his toes curling with a twitching, confined orgasm, splashing all over himself where he was trapped, lubing up his disappearing ever so slightly more.

All it took was a little more squeezing, and the post-orgasmic, panting hyena all drenched in horse sweat vanished beneath the stallion’s tail. Every last inch of him got all tucked away and nestled into the horse’s insides once that hole was taut once more. There was no getting away from him. Jackson himself gave a heavy snort that Chase caught amid their shared kisses, and eventually pulled back to fully nicker out with the pleasure that came with turning that pretty thing into a warm, fluffy butt plug of sorts. There Kamili remained, at least for a while, a shapely bulge pressed down against the horse’s heavy cock. Then there came the churns.

“I’ve been trying out something new lately,” Jackson said when he managed to calm down a little, though his words were still occasionally interrupted by an [i]nngh[/i] of pleasure. “Always helping the doc with her experimental supplements. You’ll see what I mean in a sec or two.”

With his cock resting on the frantically self-pleasuring hyena girl kneeling beneath the bulge of her brother, the horse gave another flex of sorts. That sped things right along. From a faint gurgling it grew to a steady, heavy churning and processing. Every heavy [i]glurrrrn[/i] brought another groan from the horse. The lion stood before him, still unaware of what had been going on back there the whole time, other than knowing it was something lewd. Just as concern started to light up in his eyes, Jackson suppressed his moans and leaned back in to keep making out with the lion all the more deeply.

While he digested that hyena, the stallion began to grow. He didn’t gain fat or muscle from that softening form, smoothing over in his lower gut gradually but visible. Instead, he simply got taller and heavier all around, scaling up every single part of himself all at once, absorbing the cute spotty directly into [i]size[/i]. That left him kissing Chase from a much higher angle, towering over the cat after a few minutes of gurgling, overwhelming him all the more, leaving the lion on his back paw just to brace himself under all those intense smooches, but never pulling away.

It also meant that the cock Kee was fondling barely even fit in both of her hands anymore. She had to rise up from her knees just to reach it all, throwing her nimble body into long, full-body strokes just to give that stud some pleasure in the last stages of digesting her twin. The reality of it all didn’t even occur to her. She was far too caught up in the sheer hedonism, with a brain fuelled by pure excitement and lust alike. Jackson made a nice, dripping mess of her whenever she stepped into range of his heavily spurting precum, drenching her down to her toes in all the excitement that came from smoothing over the outline of the other hyena and absorbing every last detail of him like he’d never even been there.

A sigh escaped the horse between kisses. That was Chase’s cue to finally step back and relent, with his muzzle wet and his cheeks blazing. He stood exchanging a shy but flirty look with the horse, who gazed back with a special sort of fondness. And maybe a little of something else. The lion wasn’t sure if he was dizzy, or misremembering, but it was obvious how much bigger the horse had grown. He had plenty of questions, and yet they all seemed to go away when he basked in the stallion’s subtle smile. Only the sound of Kee’s urgent, almost desperate call could distract him.

“Hey! Come help me with this huge thing!”

She was doing her very best, stroking it with all her might, hopping up and down with the effort, but she wasn’t making the big stud cum yet. There was pressure pent up in those nuts, making them pump and tighten, and those flexes ran all the way to the tip of his shaft and his bulging flare. It was dripping plenty, but there was just no [i]relief[/i]. Even just tipping his head to the side to get a good look at it around Jackson’s bulk was enough to make Chase feel second-hand strain. Or maybe that was just how uncomfortable his pants were by that point.

If he was going to be going down beneath the stud, he was going to have to set those aside. He stepped back, hopping up and down with the effort to get out of his bottoms faster. When he was sufficiently free, and his shaft stood up tall and almost as tense as Jackson’s own - if nowhere near as big - he considered just rushing in before stripping off the rest. That probably wasn’t a good idea. He didn’t want to be without a change after getting his shirt sweater and shirt soaked through in stallion cum. It was getting so hot in there, anyway.

For as much as the ambient heat made him perspire, it was all the more sweltering beneath the horse. That cock was radiating a thick musk that pulled Chase right in. He found himself licking it before he even had a second thought, as if magnetized. The taste lingered on his tongue to make his cheeks all the hotter and his cock outright started leaking. He’d never felt himself [i]gush[/i] precum before, but there it was, splashing over his thighs where he stood beneath the towering stallion. Only after blinking away some of the haze overtaking his senses did he remember to ask the obvious question. Even horny to the point of barely thinking, it was impossible to forget one simple rule. The twins were never apart for long.

“Where’s Kam?”

“Busy.”

“Oh. Did he ... ?”

Chase wasn’t even sure how to finish that sentence. There was absolutely nothing logical for Kamili to have wandered off to do when there was such a hot horse for him to play with. Yet nothing else made sense. He eventually gave a shrug and tried not to worry about it if Keedee wasn’t. And that taste ... he was struggling not to drool on himself just thinking about getting to have it again. Keedee stole the first lick. Chase was just going to have to try to catch up with her.

Without a worry of the storm, their abandoned car, or the conspicuously missing member of the trio, Chase lost himself in worshipping that gorgeous, steaming stallion. The heat simply made every lick that much sweeter, bathing his senses in rich musk that had him sometimes staggering, sometimes throbbing too hard to focus, but always loving what he was doing. Keedee was every bit as enthusiastic, and maybe even more energetic, bouncing on her toes as she worked her way along the details and cleaned up as much as she could before finally reaching the sloppy tip. Even after what she’d seen the horse do to her brother, she didn’t hesitate to stick her muzzle right up against that thoroughly oozing cockslit for a better sniff and taste.

Maybe what she’d seen was exactly why she did it. She certainly didn’t pull away when she felt that slit stretch around her snout. Jackson gave a small thrust, bouncing his balls in the middle of Chase’s kisses and nuzzles, and pushing his shaft right over the hyena’s muzzle, clamping down hard enough to mostly muffle all the giggles that ensued. They could never be truly silenced, but Kee was left to resort to shudder with excitement when she got clamped into the same thick shaft she’d been drooling all over. Huffing even just one hit of pure, concentrated stallion essence from the source like that nearly left her unconscious with sheer bliss.

It was the kind of thing to make even her quiet down for a little bit. She accepted his further flexing with nothing more than a dreamy sigh, and eventually a moan. It was the especially loud [i]schliccck[/i] of a hyena gal’s whole head getting enveloped in a horse’s dick that made Chase finally look up. The realization struck him when he saw how easily, how casually Jackson could just [i]swallow[/i] someone. It was too late for Kami, but he had to call out at least.

“What are you [i]doing?[/i]”

To Chase, it felt like it was going to come out louder than it actually did. His voice caught in his throat a little too much to sound too defiant.

“What it looks like,” Jackson softly said, only slightly teasing. “If she starts fussing, I’ll be sure to let her go, don’t worry.”

Chase took a good look at the bulge in Jackson’s cock - and then a little lower, at the hyena frantically playing with her clit and fingering herself, trying to get one more orgasm out before that shaft overtook her entirely. She was quickly successful. Her legs went into a spasm, feet sliding back and forth over the barn floor as she writhed with pleasure, squirting on her thighs, making herself just a little slicker for the swallowing. It wasn’t going to make much of a difference given all the juices already squeezing out around her body. She was drenched in him, bathing in him, and it was only going to get more intense the deeper she travelled. Not even being partly swallowed by a massive horsecock could fully muffle how loudly she moaned about it.

By the way she squirmed, it was hard to tell when or if she actually stopped cumming. She was a mess, and getting messier while the horse tightened his cock to loudly [i]gulp[/i] around her spotty body. Squeezing her tits down flat to turn them into a bulge came easily enough, as did the rest of her upper half. The shape of her hips and ass required a bit more of a [i]pop[/i], one that came with plenty more gushing, shooting precum out all around her and drenching her from thighs to toes. It hardly took long at all to turn her into nothing but a pair of legs sticking out of a flared cock. A little more, she was going to slide all the way inside.

Chase found himself wondering if he could [i]allow[/i] that. He had to do something, didn’t he? What kind of friend was he if he allowed her to just get swallowed whole without so much as reaching out for her, without at least [i]trying[/i] to help? Yet he found himself standing, staring, in awe more than anything. Jackson made that look so easy, and he made it look like it felt so [i]good[/i], too. For himself, and for his prey, immersed down to her knees, then her ankles with more heavily, sloppy, splashing gulp. He angled his neck to look down at Chase, giving him that same content, friendly look that had so enticed the lion in the first place, interrupted only by a brief snort of pleasure when he clenched the last of Kee into his cock and started the process of dragging her into his nuts.

The lion managed to meet that gaze for a while, though he eventually broke from it to instead watch that fat pair filling up. Jackson wasn’t just playing with the eager hyena. He fed her down his dick and into his balls, immersing her in all the scents and tastes awaiting her there. A few more squeezes, a few more swallows was all it took to fully tuck her away. Before she could squirm around too much, he gave a commanding [i]clench[/i] on her body, forcing her to curl up in a comfortable position, and showing her off to his audience in the process. He was gripping her so hard that Chase could see almost every detail - her tits, her curves, and that gleeful grin on her face - no matter how dire the situation really was.

“Hmmmf. These things get hungry, you know. I’ll admit getting her all dunked and wrapped up tight where she is now is one of the first things I thought about when I saw her.”

That opened the question of what Jackson thought when he first saw [i]Chase[/i]. The lion stepped back. He wasn’t about to help the horse turn his friend to spunk, but he wasn’t going to interfere either. There was nothing to do but watch - and be undeniably aroused by the sight of those sloshing, stretching [i]clenches[/i] juicing Keedee down. If he really perked his ears, he thought he might have still been able to hear her moans and cackles when she wasn’t just gargling pure, fresh cum. That was prized stallion seed soaking into her every single detail, and it was only getting thicker the longer she simmered in there, getting kneaded from all angles at once by the sheer power of the big horse’s overgrown nuts.

It really didn’t take long at all. Jackson was already making his balls bigger, packing them fuller and fuller once he started smoothing over the hyena’s features and finally silencing all her excited noises little by little with each heavy clench. She held up to all the pressure with surprising resilience, but her shape was dwindling, growing less distinct around the edges the longer she gurgled in pure, musk-packed horse cum, stewing in the kind of pheromones that could have driven her mad with lust, if she was still fully functioning. For as aggressive as the pumps and squeezes might have been, it looked surprisingly relaxing from Chase’s perspective. The faint, fading [i]mmmmf[/i] he managed to hear between gurgles seemed to confirm as much.

All that extra cum was already starting to leak out, at least in pre form. It got longer and thicker alike, slapping up against his underside, leaking even thicker strands of those tempting juices. No small part of Chase wanted to lean in and just lick them all clean, even if it meant aiding in Kee’s ongoing digestion. It wouldn't have made much of a difference anyway. There wasn’t much of her left to clench on, and Jackson’s balls were putting in some good work squishing her softened form down to nothing but extra thick and utterly potent stallion seed.

All it took was one more long, enduring [i]clrrrrrnch[/i] before he was done with her. A heavy burble of all that newly made spunk came with a deep grunt from the horse. He didn’t bother to snort so much as he simply moaned his delight to have that cute thing sloshing around in his sack. All the size he took from her went to his cock. The rest of him was still the same intimidating size. At least he didn’t get any bigger, Chase thought, slowly stepping back until he bumped against a wall. He was far from cornered, but he couldn’t bring himself to make a break for it. Not when Jackson was giving him those bedroom eyes again.

This time, it wasn’t for another makeout session. The horse nuzzled at the cat, letting that mane run against his cheek, draping his own down Chase’s shoulder. He gave the slightest nibble on the lion’s shoulder, but only with his lips. A little kiss on the base of the big cat’s neck was enough to get Chase rumbling again, despite how overwhelmed he was. A few slow licks up to the lion’s cheek was exactly what Chase needed to remember how hard he’d been the entire time.

The horse’s tongue still felt so damn good running all over Chase’s body. He lapped at the lion like a dog, further slathering that mane, nuzzling and nosing into him, keeping the cat pressed back against the wall of the barn. Chase was well beyond considering running by that point. There was nowhere to go with that storm raging on - and he couldn’t have moved faster than a prized stud like Jackson anyway. Though he still flinched when thought back on the sound of that final, sloshing [i]clench[/i] squeezing the last of Keedee into a thick, nut-filling load of fresh horse spunk.

Between the various kisses and licks, Chase got a good glimpse of just how full those balls really were. They had smoothed over, without so much as a single detail of what Keedee had been, bringing those balls down nice and low. They weren’t the only things that got bigger, either. He’d turned Kamili into bulk for his entire body, but Keedee went almost entirely to his cock. That monstrous shaft slapped up against his taut belly, and his chest as well, splatting a generous sheen of precum all over his skin to make it shine all the more.

With that size came an even more potent dose of his enticing scent. The horse’s sweat and musk filled Chase’s senses until he was nearly numb from it, breathing himself into a daze of lust. It was so easy to forget all about the danger when that cock smelled that good. Chase’s mouth was watering. He was dizzy, probably ready to pitch over if Jackson let up on his support for even a moment. The horse made sure to guide him somewhere he could rest when he noticed, backing up slowly, letting the lion sprawl across the top of one of those breeding mounts.

“There. Just rest for a little while. I’d love to keep tasting a delicious cat like you, but there’s no need to stress you out. We can take this nice and slow.”

It was unclear how genuine his words really were when his cock was so audibly throbbing, pumping out [i]splot[/i] after [i]splot[/i] of precum. Some of that mess dribbling down to the ground was probably Keedee herself. The bulk of her was still lingering in those tanks, ready to get pumped out with the right stimulation. There was no possible chance Jackson got that cock inside Chase, but that didn’t stop the stallion from jumping up on one of those breeding mounts anyway, shrouding the lion’s form with his massive frame, raining sweat down on the overwhelmed cat.

“I find myself wondering, though.” Jackson tipped his head down, offering Chase a smile. “Will you still taste as good when you’re covered in my cum?”

When the lion didn’t have an answer for that other than a soft, confused groan of equal lust and worry, Jackson just got a little closer, leaning into the husky tones of his voice.

“My money’s on you getting even more delicious, for what it’s worth. Don’t mean to be self-aggrandizing. Pretty sure there will be a little of your spotty friend’s flavour on you too when I’m painting you down in everything she used to be.”

There was no cruelty in his voice. He was just giving Chase the facts. That cock loomed over the lion’s entire body the entire time, as long as Chase was tall. It was stiff enough to keep from flopping down and clubbing the cat unconscious, but the tension running through it was obvious. It wasn’t just the constant throbbing, and the broad flexing of that flare, the bulging of its many veins. Chase could hear Jackson puffing, snorting, occasionally grunting with the strain of how much he needed to cum. When he was hefting around that much extra weight between his legs, with balls bigger than the lion’s head each still clenching and going extra taut under all the pressure of need, Chase would have been simply cruel to deny him that release any longer.

All it took was a little nod from the lion, and Jackson got to work. He brought his cock down to completely bury Chase beneath it, grinding deep into the lion’s sweetly-scented fur to mark it down all at once. All it took was one good rub, one slick and smooth frot between the lion’s thighs all the way up to his luminous mane to get that feline thoroughly drenched down to his very skin in that enduring musk. He was as good as claimed, all the more than he already was, soaking and simmering in that masculine essence from just one good stroke. And of course there was so much more power in those fine stallion haunches just waiting to be unleashed.

Jackson didn’t need to penetrate anything to work himself into a steady rhythm. He found an especially silky part of Chase and started thrusting, hard. It was enough power to completely obliterate any sort of bottom, and perhaps even a sturdy breeding mouth. Chase was just grateful to be safely hugging that cock and feeling it grinding up and down against his body, even if it meant taking faceful after faceful of pure, potent stallion precum. His mane was matted down to his head in undignified fashion after just a few pumps of those hips, trails and rivers running over the edges of that mount when it simply couldn’t soak into his fur anymore.

That was just the start. Every thrust brought a deeper snort or grunt of pleasure from the horse. Chase could feel that cock going all the more rigid, aggressively clenching up with the pressure running through it. His own shaft was hard the whole time, absorbing some of that messy friction, though he was far too overwhelmed by the scent and taste to worry about getting off. He was pinned, getting used as a toy, smothered in intoxicating musk, smelling purely of stud before long. His own subtle sweetness was all but gone, or so it felt to him. And the juices flowed all the thicker with every stroke.

For as much as he was already enduring, for as much as he anticipated, he still wasn’t ready. He never could have been. Chase braced himself when he felt the tension reach its peak, when he heard those grunts turn into a whinny - then a moan. Yet even then, shielding himself as best he could, taking a deep breath of stallion-rich air just to prepare himself, he was completely obliterated by the flood of cum that erupted from Jackson’s prey-fed cock in that moment of sloppy, sweaty, splattering climax that left the echo of a [i]splorch[/i] ringing through the barn and drowning out the storm outside its shaking walls.

It hit Chase so hard he wondered if he was going to be washed away, or simply dissolved by the sheer potency, by the sheer masculine power of all that stud spunk soaking into his smaller, softer form. He pictured himself riding a river of seed downstream, only to cough his way back to reality when he realized how much he’d just swallowed. It had him briefly choking, sputtering in the torrent, getting hosed down and drenched so thoroughly he could hardly tell where that cumshot ended and he began. Maybe he was just being treated just like Keedee, melted down into even more of that heavy load, but he managed to pull his arms and legs up from where they were plastered to the mount in time.

Jackson tapered off with a few more powerful shots of seed right that hit Chase right in the chest, splattering up to further mat his mane or simply pooling between his legs. The orgasm the lion had right then was a tribute more than anything. Simply bathing in that musky mess was enough to make Chase offer his own shots of seed, splashing anonymously into the cream clinging to every single inch of him. It was all but undetectable compared to everything else, but it felt good to finally cum after all that anticipation, all that aching and needing. Even if he knew what it meant.

It felt as if cumming for the horse was his way of offering himself up. He couldn’t deny how much he was enjoying the treatment any longer. Jackson carefully climbed back down from the bar, walking briefly on his hind legs just to make sure he didn’t land on the lion. He was still that caring, handsome stallion that had seduced Chase in the first place. He licked his lips, dripping, sweating, panting. His breath was steaming as much of the rest of his body. His hide looked almost like it was steaming at that point. Despite the flood of cum, the heated moment between them, his demeanour never changed much. He could still give the lion that perfect flirted look that made Chase feel like he’d give absolutely anything to such a beautiful beast. Even that.

“One more kiss?” Jackson offered. He wasn’t going to force anything.

Chase considered, knowing full well what he’d be agreeing to. His voice came out with a bit of a squeak to go with the tenderness of his reply.

“Just one more.”

Chase wondered if it was going to be hard to even find his lips in all the mess. The lion was almost completely whited out by that point, but that didn’t keep the horse from approaching him and leaning in to lock in another smooth. Chase sat upon his throne of cum, a bit stiff, a bit tense, looking straight ahead as the stallion tilted his head to the side to meet him just right. Everything felt better when they were making out again. Another exchange of tongues, back and forth, some licking, some gentle lip nibbles - it was keeping the lion hard despite his climax just as much as it was soothing him, making him melt into the embrace and kindness that big damn horse had shown him.

It didn’t come as a surprise when that kiss turned even deeper than all that came before it. Jackson didn’t wait long to claim his meal. He was a hungry horse, and he had plenty of room in his belly after all that growth. The hyenas were all used up and absorbed into his bulk. It was time to make a snack of a lion. Inching forth, nibbling along with just a light application of teeth, he let the lion huff his warm breath in the process of sliding that cum-soaked muzzle over his tongue. That his meal was completely covered in his own cum didn’t put Jackson off in the slightest. Even he couldn’t deny how good that smooth, silky spunk tasted.

Sucking the thoroughly flavoured lion into his jaws to run his tongue through his mane a few times, swiping back and forth, the horse took just a moment to adjust himself and step forward. That was as much of a breather as Chase was going to get. Jackson wasn’t giving him a chance to back out anymore. He was simply preparing for the [i]lunge[/i]. Suitably poised over his seated prey, the horse dipped his head straight down and shoved the lion into his neck in a rush, getting his whole head down before he so much as gulped the first time.

As gentle as he was in so many ways, there was hunger in Jackson’s swallows. Chase could feel as much. He gave a muffled moan and a bit of a whimper, overwhelmed, concerned, but ever so submissive to the perfect stud who wanted to eat him, even if he still wasn’t sure about the whole thing. A deep, smooth [i]ulllllp[/i] completely overtook the lion’s shoulders, leaving him gasping with his heaving chest pressed against the tongue that had done such a good job tasting him. It was soaking up his flavour, or whatever was left of it after his new coat of paint, lingering on the moment just a little before Jackson plucked his meal right up into the air and kept him dangling with the power of his jaws alone.

Those flat teeth pressing into Chase’s spine were firm, but careful. The horse never chomped or harmed his prey in the process of swallowing that lion whole. He did flail Chase around a little, though. Once he got his lips down to the cat’s lower back, he gave a toss of his head that left Chase’s legs soaring, kicking the air as if briefly confronting the reality of the situation. It only took him a few seconds to adjust to the new sense of gravity and settle into the sensations of getting eaten by a horse. Jackson shook him down as much as swallowed him, squeezing, kneading, massaging him in some sense, and simply snatching him away from the outside world in another.

The descending bulge of big cat barely squirmed on the way down Jackson’s throat. Either he’d completely accepted being part of the horse’s body, or the force of peristalsis was simply overpowering. That rippling gullet kneaded Chase down whole, untouched, cum dripping down Jackson’s chin as it slid off that soaked form. There was no pausing for breath, no allowing his prey to adjust. He simply gobbled that cat with power and enthusiasm, slurping every detail, cradling that cock on his tongue and making the lion cum one more time on the way in.

Chase almost didn’t notice. The pleasures of being swallowed, of having that tunnel rubbing all around his body from all sides was already better than a full-better massage. A little ecstasy just seemed a natural extension of that treatment. He gushed hard nonetheless, cumming all the way down to hit himself in the face while the stallion curled his tongue between his legs and scooped to throw him back a little faster. Chase sighed and shivered all the way down, vocalizing but saying nothing, sometimes moaning, sometimes merely huffing. His body twitched and shuddered just dealing with all those sensations to the point he was almost relieved when it came to a close, and he settled down to that gut at last.

The stallion didn’t so much as shift his stance when his prey dropped down to settle in his belly. He swallowed the very last of the delicious cat and broadly licked his lips while his belly swelled, sagging with the weight of his meal despite his size. Even enormous as he was, he’d still just swallowed an entire person. There was no fully hiding Chase within his grown body - until he started growing even more, at least. Trotting off somewhere particularly cozy, glistening, dripping, in good need of a rinsing down, he locked his legs to half-doze while he began to digest his last meal of the night.

At that size, it didn’t take much. He slowly softened the silhouette of the lion and absorbed him detail by detail. There were plenty of squirms from the lion as he got absorbed into yet more horse bulk. None of them distracted Jackson from his resting. His cock was dropped down, still unsheathed but softer, giving the occasional twitch as his belly compressed and broke down his prey. It wasn’t a gentle process, but it was far from brutal. Chase simply kept squirming in there, until the shape that used to be distinctly him was more of an anonymous swell in the underside of the great stallion.

Smoother and smoother went that belly, adding onto Jackson’s height and weight, filling him out evenly so he simply added another size to his impressive form. He wasn’t going to fit in the stalls anymore. At least he had the whole barn to himself, to stand over a full story tall, tossing his tail, shaking his mane from side to side with the pleasure of finishing off his prey. There was nothing particularly fancy about it. An especially potent [i]urgle[/i] perhaps, before the squirms went still.

A long sigh escaped the horse as his belly flattened and his body grew just a little more. There was still plenty of headroom in the barn for him, at least. He was safe and warm there for the rest of the stormy night, wearing his trio of meals with pride. It was going to be even harder to find something to mount at that size, and not easy to milk him for his cum either, but that didn’t matter much. Either it would fade with time, or he was just going to have to have some fun with his new appetite, and his taste for cute, pretty, and so delightfully squirmy things. He just had to hope the next set who wandered into his barn would be just as delectable.