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Sauna Slut

From the 'Behind the Barbell' collection, available as an eBook

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Jonty rested his elbows on his thighs as he inhaled the softly scented steam in his most frequented room at the gym complex. Not many steam rooms attached to fitness facilities were infused with relaxing aroma, unless they were the 'frou-frou' kind that he would not want to be seen at anyway, yet the equine found the scent pleasing, unknotting sore muscles and clearing his sinuses.

No, facilities were all well and good but his kind of gym posed a far more pleasing clientele. Gym bunnies did not fall easy on his eyes and he could not understand the appeal towards losing weight, obsessing over pounds when the sheer goal was to be skinny. Or the mindset of those that went to health clubs simply to sweat it out in the sauna. Did they not know that that would not make them lose any true weight at all?

His nostrils flared, breathing in lavender. It relaxed his mind and aching body, pummelled into nothing but a quivering mass of abused horse beneath the weights of his session. No, health club gyms and spas were a pleasant enough visit from time to time, but they were not Jonty's style. He wanted a gym with real males, the ones that sweated out their anger and frustration after a long day of work and spouses that clucked in their ears, driving them out to escapes beyond ordinary reach. The horse's grey lips twitched into a wry smile. Luckily, this particular gym outstripped his expectations in terms of equipment, space, facilities and, of course, clientele.

Brushing his mane off the arch of his gleaming, brown neck, black strands sticky with sweat in the moist heat, and flicked a loose black strand off his hoofed fingertips. Stupid thing - always getting in the way. Sometimes he envied the mares with their mane-clips and hair ties that tamed the unruly beast, at least for a time, but that would be a little too gay for his liking. Not that he had anything against gay males, of course. That would be ironic, if it had been true. Gay males were the main reason that he attended the gym at all. That and lifting. Sometimes.

He licked sweat from his lips, shifting to hide the bulge in his 'sauna shorts'. They were exactly the same as swim shorts or swim trunks, only something he took to the gym for the sauna and steam room and showers only, preferring to keep the dark blue pair for the tension easing portion of his day. There was something soothing about slipping into them. The only problem he had with the gym was that there was no pool attached. Jonty rolled his head back, working out a crick in his neck. Males in tight swimwear were also a very good thing, very good indeed.

Shaking his head, the horse's forelock fell away from his face to expose a white, heart-shaped 'star' marking in the centre of his forehead. Although it was clearly a heart, something that friends and strangers liked to point out on a daily basis, in equine marking terms, it was a 'star'. Bloody star. Everyone mentioned it - and he really did mean everyone.

The horse huffed, eyes hazing over as his head swam with heat. A tremor ran up his leg and muscle twitched, convulsing against his will. It had been too long.

Pushing himself to his hooves with a groan, soreness already setting in from his workout, Jonty stretched his arms out above his head with a crackle of joints popping. Not for the first time, he wished the gym had a Jacuzzi handy. There was nothing like a soak in a hot tub after deadlifting. He smiled, admiring the muscle in his legs through the steam, even as he swayed drunkenly from side to side, muscles flexing proudly. His progress truly was showing.

Ducking quickly out of the steam room, the horse shuddered at the rush of cool air, tail flicking over his haunches. He grumbled as he stepped into the open shower, inhaling sharply at the sudden blast of cold water right in the muzzle, streaming over his cheekbones.

His mane soaked down flat to his neck as he rinsed off the sweat, hooves shining with trickling droplets of water. Jonty shuddered, lips flapping as he bore the cold, a rarely desired shock to the system. Whinnying, he turned in a circle to clear the sweat from his back as swiftly as possible, spinning too quickly to thoroughly clean himself. The horse's teeth chattered.

"Fucking_hell_," he muttered, hopping from hoof to hoof with a clack-clack-clack on the tiles. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, come on..."

Behind him, someone giggled, and he glared over his shoulder at the suspect chestnut mare, arms crossed primly across the front of her bikini top. A familiar face at the gym, he had chatted to her some, many months ago, before being dragged out to dinner and 'get togethers' - all against his will if he was questioned on the matter. Her sense of humour was not for all, it had to be said, though he liked her well enough, that cheeky red mare. Smoothing over his expression, Jonty straightened and cleared his throat, still shivering beneath the deluge.

"What?"

Stomping from the shower, he lunged for his towel to rub the water from his face and forelock, scrubbing until his skin rang raw beneath his short brown coat. She laughed again, making no attempt to hide her mirth as her eyes crinkled in at the corners.

"Nothing, just never heard a stallion squeal like a filly before. Well...not without doing certain things to said stallion first, of course. They usually take some persuasion to whinny quite like that."

Jonty's ears flipped flat to his skull and he scowled, expression twisting darkly.

"Oh, screw you, Amethyst," he snapped. "Why've you always got to have some snappy comment? Can't a bloke fucking shower in peace?"

She frowned, amusement vanishing in the face of her friend's short temper. He skirted her, swiping a swift, gulping drink from the water fountain before making as if to stalk back to the changing rooms with no further words said, tail swishing furiously. What was her problem? His 'problem', if it could be said to be such a thing, softened and retreated into its sheath, though his groin still ached with a familiar need.

Damn this!

"Hey now, don't be like that." She stepped into his path and held her paws up. "What's got you so worked up today? Didn't you have a good night with Deon after all that then?"

Jonty balked and Amethyst stepped closer, pressing.

"Come on. What's up with you?"

Jonty shook his head and shrugged, sliding his gaze away.

"What would make you think that? What about Deon?"

He tried to slip away, but the mare was insistent, raising an eyebrow and gently blocking his path.

"Your general attitude of seriously needing to get some right now?"

"Get some?"

He rolled his eyes. Amethyst smirked.

"To get fucked, pony. You know I'd help out with that if you swung my way. I have toys, you know."

He snorted, the horse's eyes softening at the corners where they had tightened into hard, humourless lines.

"Thanks, sweetheart, but I think I'll pass this time. You get to choose the size of your dicks."

"That I do!" She chirped, wrapping a towel around her torso as a couple of canines emerged from the adjacent sauna, both shaking sweat from their fur. "If it helps any, there's a few fit guys hanging in the sauna, new ones. May tickle your fancy there, hon, if you know what I mean..."

Jonty rolled his eyes for a second time, an action that was becoming quite common around the mare. Predictable, as always. Predictable, predictable, predictable.

Yet not unwelcome.

"Oh...shut up..."

Jonty's attention wavered, hooves edging towards the sauna almost without conscious thought. Knowing that she had hit home, Amethyst grinned and blew him a kiss, fluttering her fingers in mock farewell.

"Don't say I never did anything for you now. See you next Tuesday!"

Shrugging, he deigned to wave his paw in goodbye as the mare disappeared around the corner, a grey and white furred husky with wandering eyes licking his lips as she passed. Jonty's stomach plummeted in momentary disappointment: he had had his eye on that husky for a while, watching how the curve of muscle showed through his fur more and more with every passing week. He'd been as skinny as a stick when he had joined the gym and it was no secret amongst Jonty's circle of friends that he'd wanted some private time with the husky for a good while now. Dedication to the progression of one's ability was a sexy trait indeed in Jonty's eyes.

It was a shame that the black and white husky looked to be straight after all. All the best ones were. Jonty smirked, rubbing the back of his paw across his muzzle. Though the straight lads could be turned the other way, with the right sense of...persuasion.

Grinning, Jonty wrapped his towel around his waist - unneeded modesty - and peered into the sauna, ears twitching. Though the interior was dark, he could just about discern the shapes of various legs in the dim, soft lighting, muscled calves and boulder thighs enticing him inside.

No harm in meeting new furs... He reasoned with himself as he opened the door, stepping inside to a rush of dry heat. Then again...who knows what might happen? Much, if I know myself at all by now.

The horse bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing his smile as he stepped into the sauna, pausing in the entrance. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he picked out the shapes of four others sitting on the three tiers, position dependant on the level of heat they desired. Higher tiers equalled greater heat and it was not advised to stay at the top of any great length of time; warnings plastered the walls in heat and moisture resistant plastic.

Seating himself, he took a closer look at his fellows, starting with the creature closest to him. Another hoofed anthro sat a couple of feet away, stripes immediately classifying him as a zebra. On the middle tier sat a wolf and a lion, murmuring to each other in low voices as the grey wolf's tail wagged gently between his legs, hanging down against the wooden bench. Last but certainly not least was the crocodile at the very top, jaws parted to release heat from within his body, leathery skin perfectly suited to the environment of the sauna. If he had been alone, Jonty would have let out a long, low whistle.

Damn, that mare has good taste.

As different as their species were, their physiques demonstrated their prowess, muscles bulging for sheer purpose rather than self-admiration. He would not put it past them to all engage in some manner of physical sport. Perhaps it was wrestling? He could not say he was familiar with the intricacies of the body required, he was sad to say.

Conversation between strangers was not unusual in the sauna but Jonty contented himself with listening to the burble of talk behind him and sneaking sidelong glances, tail flicking lazily against the wooden bench.

The lion rubbed his fingers through his thick mane, teeth showing as he panted with an open-mouth and laughed at a joke the zebra made that Jonty was not quite close enough to overhear. The zebra, being the closest, garnered the most attention and Jonty watched, mesmerised, as his dark nostrils flared with each inhalation, a drop of moisture cradled in the teardrop hook of the one nostril, struggling with the heat as much as he enjoyed it. He would have done better in the sun with white stripes to reflect rays, Jonty considered.

Like the pendulum of a clock, his thick, ropey tail swayed to and fro, drawing the horse's attention down his shaped, muscled legs. Even his calf was defined - a tough aesthetic for any equine to achieve and one that only showed itself through years of hard work.

Jonty's heart jumped as the zebra looked directly at him, brown eyes piercing in their intensity. He raised an eyebrow at the curious horse and smirked, lips quirking up to show a flash of pink tongue, startling in the black and white landscape of his body. Though Jonty immediately looked away, he knew that he had been seen and he felt the zebra's eyes boring into him in turn, taking in every inch. But was his gaze judgmental or falling into simple admiration? He could only hope. There was no way to tell without making eye contact again and Jonty's natural shyness tied his tongue into an inescapable knot.

Blushing, though the heated colour could not be seen through his short coat, Jonty looked down at his hooves, cursing himself for being too obvious, yet again. It was his fucking downfall, all the time. Sometimes it was difficult to remember that not everyone was appreciative of stares, especially when they were trying to relax. And not everyone was gay, of course. Which was an absolute crime, as far as he was concerned.

Quiet fell over the sauna and Jonty studied his hooves, frowning at a hairline crack that had appeared on the right one. He need more hoof oil: hooves were always the one thing that he forgot to care for as regularly as he could. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at them as if the hooves had personally and irrefutably offended him. His tail flicked. Behind, on a higher bench, the crocodile chortled, amusement rasping from his throat.

A few more minutes so I don't look awkward and I can go, he told himself, closing his eyes to enjoy the heat the best he could. Can always be more careful with staring, it's not that bad a thing to be caught. I'm sure no one minded. It's just a look, a little look.

His lips turned down sullenly, forehead creasing.

Amethyst will laugh like a hyena when I tell her I struck out. Again...

Luckily, not everything was down to the sorry colt.

"Seen you around here a bit, horse," the zebra broke the silence, throwing one arm over the next bench up. "You work pretty hard."

The horse stiffened and looked up, ears pricked. A compliment? His heart glowed, chest puffing up noticeably.

"I try." Jonty cleared his throat, leaning back in an attempt to appear casual, mimicking the zebra. "I've not seen you here all that much though."

The zebra's ear flicked lazily.

"We only come from time to time." He jerked his head in the direction of his companions. "Local rugby team, get one of the personal trainers on us. It's great to supplement our usual stuff, though we're usually on the pitch or our local gym. Trainer here is too good to pass up on though."

The crocodile rumbled, formidable jaws parted in what Jonty realised a heartbeat later was a reptilian grin. He wondered how the crocodile could walk from place to place without the concern of other furs. Jonty shivered. One snap of those jaws he was certain could take his head clean off his neck and sever any remaining sinew with a twist and a death roll.

If only the thought did not make his cock swell, wickedly slipping from its sheath. The equine swallowed hard, a lump in his throat. Oh, he did so have an inclination towards predators...

"On us? You wish," the crocodile laughed, voice deep and slow. "You couldn't take your eyes off his dick."

The zebra bristled.

"Oh, look who's talking," he huffed with a moist snort, tail thwapping the bench. "You're the one who was in the shower with him. For much longer than necessary to have a shower, might I add."

The lion chuckled and leaned forward, paws dangling as he rested his elbows on his knees.

"Yeah, and we all know what happened in there, don't we?" He shot Jonty a conspirator's wink. "You came out clean in all the right places... Had to get those spots in nice and deep, hm?"

Flipping a paw up in what could have been an obscene gesture but was too swift to tell, the crocodile looked away, a smirk snarling down his reptilian snout. The horse, however, could barely contain his excitement, muscles thrumming with sudden, uncontainable energy.

Was it really true? Jonty's heart leapt. Was it just his luck that there were some more gay furs at his gym? More that seemed to be open to fun? If so, could he have stumbled across a better group? Straightening his back, he raised an eyebrow at the zebra, shoulder blades warm against the wood.

"Not got eyes for the ladies then?" He asked, tone casual despite his racing heart. "Thought that's what all the rugby dudes were after - pussy."

The zebra shook his head.

"Nah, the lot of us are gay," he answered. "We tend to stick together. The rest of the blokes on the team are all right but, y'know, it's hard to mesh with everyone if they know what you like and all that. Don't hang out outside training."

"Yeah," the wolf chimed in. "They always think you're looking at their dick. As if! I got higher fucking standards than that."

"Damn straight," the lion added, bobbing his muzzle in agreement.

The zebra paused, looking Jonty over as if seeing him in a new light. The horse squirmed under the scrutiny, spreading his legs apart to better conceal the bulge in his shorts. Belatedly he wished that he'd gone for a looser pair, something where it would be easier to hide the increasingly obvious bulge.

"Weren't you with a filly at the gym?" He asked, ears flicking off a drop of rapidly cooling sweat.

"Mare," Jonty corrected him automatically: Amethyst loathed being called a filly. "And yeah, I was, but we're just friends. Against my will, but friends all the same. She's set me up with a few mates of hers but I'm not between boyfriends right now...you could say."

"Oh, so you're gay too." The wolf nodded. "Cool."

"It's actually pretty hot in here."

They laughed lightly, politely, at his joke. Indeed, sweat covered their bodies from the tips of their ears to their tails, though not a single one of them appeared to be in any rush to leave the sauna with friendly company present. The zebra slid closer to Jonty, hissing through his teeth as he skimmed on to a hotter part of the bench, legs casually parted with paws dangling between his thighs. Jonty was suddenly aware that he had never gotten any of their names and a cool shiver thrilled down his spine.

Ignorant to his friend's watchful eyes, the zebra leaned over and rested the palm of his paw, too casually to be accidental, on Jonty's thigh. The horse's skin jumped, twitching in that way that only equines seemed able to master, and he struggled to sit still, paws curling into tight fists, nails digging into his palms. His heart raced, pounding like the beat of a drum to which he could not dance to, and he let out a gasp as the zebra started to stroke his leg gently, allowing the very tips of his fingers to caress his new 'friend's' coat.

To Jonty's embarrassment, his cock slipped from its sheath, swelling into the little space allowed his tight, fitted shorts. He whickered nervously, wondering whether he should get up and leave, half-rising, though an appreciative murr from the zebra's lips steadied his nerve. The zebra shook his head and, cautiously, Jonty reclaimed his seat, heart pounding with such force that every beat was uncomfortable, on the edge of pain. Just what was going on?

"Easy there, horse," the zebra grinned. "We're not going to do anything to you that you don't want. But you got hard there so quickly for us, it would be a shame to not appreciate a fine, studly colt now, wouldn't it? You came here just for us, didn't you?"

"I...I didn't mean to..."

Jonty blushed, his coltish demeanour vanishing at the paws of the larger, stronger male. Oh, it was so good to be touched, it had been too long. Glancing back, he whinnied, the whites of his eyes showing, as he caught sight of the crocodile, thick cock in one paw. The reptile parted his jaws and hissed, a roiling, thunderous sound that made Jonty quiver down to his hooves, eyes transfixed upon that massive rod of flesh, a bulbous white head gleaming with pre cum.

"You don't seem to mind the attention anyway." The zebra's paw travelled higher, teasing over the shape of Jonty's cock, fat shaft showing through his shorts. "Think we're lucky we ran into you, horse... Very lucky indeed."

Jonty huffed and tipped his head back, squirming.

"Ah...you are?"

"Yes."

It was the lion who answered, rubbing the back of his paw over the growing bulge in his swim trunks, a low yowl curling from his black tinted lips, rimming a maw crammed with sharp teeth. Once composed enough to talk, he bared those teeth in a grin.

"We've been looking for a new slut to use after practice."

"Slut?" Jonty stiffened, ears flattening to his skull. "I am not a slut."

"Really?" The zebra tilted his head. "Because you seem to be rather enjoying this right now. Bet you want a nice, thick cock under your tail, don't you? You want a real stud to mount you, make you sore, _fuck_you."

"No, I don't..." Jonty whinnied, though his protest was weak. "I don't have guys fuck me. That's what I do. I'm not a bottom."

There was no sense of conviction in his words and his statements rang deliciously false in the thick, dry heat. The four companions seemed to cast a spell over him as he looked from one to another, coming to unspoken agreement. He wriggled on the bench, heat rushing to his cheeks as his cock engorged further, the head straining at the waistband of his shorts, threatening to break free. Damn his sheath! It put the fucking thing in just the right position to threaten his decency! Not that he had much decency left when other furs were working themselves up around him, taking advantage of their timely privacy.

Oh, he wanted them: he didn't have to question that for even a heartbeat. Only Jonty was not one to make the first move. He had to be told. Whining, he looked between them, eyes wide and plaintive as his cock throbbed and his ears slipped to the sides submissively.

"We'll set you right, horse, don't you fret," the wolf slipped off the middle bench, standing before the Jonty with his canine cock out. "Why don't you put those lips to good use, hm?"

The horse shook his head and looked away, though his upper lip quivered out from his muzzle.

"No, I won't do it," he insisted, folding his paws into his lap. "I don't know you. Do you think you can make me?"

"Oh, you will do it," the wolf said, reaching forward to twist his fingers into the horse's mane. "Because if you truly did not want this, you would've already left and not be so fucking turned on, colt."

His eyes narrowed and Jonty's heart skipped a beat, wondering exactly what he was in for as the wolf's lips curled up from his muzzle in a feral snarl.

"Now suck my cock, little slut."

Dragging Jonty's head down by a handful of mane, he gave the poor horse no choice in the matter, pinching the corner of his lips to force his mouth wide open. He wedged the pointed tip of his cock into the stallion's muzzle and thrust in smoothly, making good use of the longer, equine muzzle. In the wolf's opinion, a horse muzzle was perfectly suited to sucking cock, and, despite his weak struggles, Jonty closed his eyes and moaned around the smooth, thick length. The head of Jonty's cock finally broke through his shorts, pushing up against his lower stomach, and the zebra whistled, looking it over appreciatively.

The horse gagged as the wolf's cock pushed to the back of his throat, making his body jerk instinctively, fighting the urge to cough, to gag and to hack. He swallowed with difficulty, salty pre cum oozing viscously down his throat, and allowed the wolf to pull him forward, thrusting him to his knees. Saliva drooled from Jonty's muzzle, his body striving to compensate for the dry, stifling room. He could already feel his head going fuzzy, tail sticking to his legs from the sheer volume of sweat pouring down him.

Squeezing Jonty's ears, the wolf groaned, savouring the sensation of a young muzzle around his member, the knot half-swollen as he thrust. The slick shaft slid over Jonty's tongue as he sucked, paws on the wolf's legs as the canine guided him back and forth, bucking into his muzzle with enough force to make his balls slap into the horse's chin. He shuddered, fingers curling into those wide, muscled thighs, and flipped his tail up, rump thrusting back as he imagined being filled, fucked, as he was sucking the wolf off. But that would only happen if his new friends so chose. He was just a toy in their paws and welcoming every second of it.

The wolf barked sharply, the sound echoing around the small, enclosed room. His thrusts came more urgently, each breath arriving with the heave of his chest, shorts slinking down the curve of his arse, giving his friend an unintentional, yet appreciated show. Jonty's nostrils flared and the horse suckled feverishly, desperate to feel the hot spill of seed down his throat. He had sucked enough cock to know that the wolf was close and, oh, how he wanted to be used, his muzzle but a place for them to spend their seed, as much as they had to give. Grunting, he panted with an open muzzle, tail wagging furiously as orgasm approached, knot swelling outside Jonty's lips in anticipation.

The zebra chuckled and shook his head, edging in closer for a better view of the action, resting on one arm as he stretched out. Whining, the wolf thrust rapidly, hips moving like a jack hammer as he struggled to hold back, to draw out the pleasure for a few seconds longer, just a bit more. Jonty strained to contain the fat length, knot pressing upon his lips as he whinnied, nostrils flaring, and the wolf grunted.

"Getting off so soon, are you?" The wolf's lion friend mocked, a barbed cock in his own paw.

"Mmmph," he snorted, caught between lust and indignation. "Fuck no. But this little bitch won't take the heat if I don't cum soon."

Jonty shuddered. He was right, as wrong as he wanted the wolf to be. The heat of the sauna made his mouth dry and his head swim. His tail clung to his legs, soaked with sweat, and he closed his eyes, suffering willingly in silence as the wolf thrust three more times, pinched the horse's ears and ejaculated with a howl.

"Honestly." The crocodile rolled his eyes. "Do you want the whole fucking gym to hear you?"

"Yeah..." The wolf panted. "You're right. We wouldn't want to share our new slut now, would we?"

Jonty flinched, swallowing his mouthful of cum and licking it from his lips, paws resting upon his own thighs again. As the wolf drew away, he felt another paw on his head and looked up to see the lion standing over him, long tail lashing. Fingers curled into his hair, drawing it painfully tight, and Jonty groaned.

"Come with us, colt."

With his fingers wound into Jonty's mane, the lion tugged him after, gentler than the wolf had been in kind. Jonty licked dry lips, swallowing what semen was left in his muzzle, and followed helplessly, hard cock bobbing as he went. Briefly he was thankful that it was late enough on a Sunday that most gym patrons had left for the day for families and other pursuits. Either way, he had heard that the coaches at the gym liked 'indulging', so to speak, much as he had heard about that crocodile's experience. He had nothing to worry about regarding discovery. All was well. Absolutely everything would be okay...

Or would it? What if he was discovered, arse up in the locker room? What would another - yet another stranger! - do to him? The thought made Jonty shiver, imagining a string of furs, one after the other, coming upon him in his vulnerable state and taking their turns.

He still did not know their names as they shoved him into the showers, crowding him into a corner with predator grins. The zebra nickered and stomped a hoof, black cock bobbing.

"In with you!"

Tossing the horse gently into the spacious communal shower, the lion grinned. The showers were automatic and the nearest immediately set off by Jonty's body, dousing him in a cool stream of water. Gasping, he turned his muzzle upwards and parted his lips, allowing the thin streams to pour into his mouth. Though it was not much, it soothed his parched lips and cooled his forehead, easing the burn of the sauna. His head span and he slowly returned to himself, lowering himself to his knees, water streaming over his head, neck and down his back.

"Eager to get on your knees, I see," the lion said, strutting in, cock erect. "I like a keen one."

Eyeing the lion's legs, pacing closer, the horse's hooves scuffed lightly over the shower tiles. The shower flattened his mane to his neck where it clung in a wet arch and the lion ran his fingers through it, claws scratching a line down his neck. Whickering, he arched into the touch, cock hard between his spread thighs.

"Up." He ordered. "My cock is not meant for your lips. I have a far more delectable treat in mind for myself."

"Such language..." The zebra chuckled, leaning against the wall. "I wouldn't expect such uncouth behaviour from you."

"Oh shut up, you cock."

Snorting, Jonty clambered to his hooves, struggling to find purchase on the tiles. The lion spun him around and pinned him to the wall, shoving the horse's chest flat against it. Water ran down his back and over his rump and the lion's lips quirked in a smirk as he lifted the damp strands of his tail out of the way to expose a tight pucker of a tail hole. Jonty's tail hole winked as if he was a mare in season and the lion purred, squeezing a digit into the inviting hole. Digging his teeth into his lower lip, Jonty shuddered and pushed back, pressing both of his paws flat on the wall for leverage.

"Needy little horse... Wanting more than a finger, hm?"

Jonty groaned and nodded, muzzle bobbing several times in swift succession. The lion pressed his paw between his shoulder blades and held him to the wall, pushing forward enough for his barbed cock to rub over the equine's backside.

"Chuck me the shampoo, would ya? It's all this colt's gonna get."

A bottle landed in his open paw and he squirted a liberal helping of it on to Jonty's tail hole, rubbing it in and sliding two fingers inside with the aid of the slick, viscous gel.

"Get ready, pony..."

Two paws landed on Jonty's shoulders and, without any need for a guiding paw, the lion eased the tip of his tapered cock under the equine's tail. He thrust inside in one smooth motion and hissed, jaws parted in a feral expression of pleasure, muzzle contorted. Jonty gasped for breath as he was filled and pushed back, the lion's hips flush with his rump, only to start when the lion withdrew, barbs catching and pulling within his passage. In a female of his species, the barbs would have induced ovulation, but, in his case, they raked, causing equal amounts of pleasure and pain. In the initial moment, Jonty could not have said which one proved more dominant.

He groaned as the lion thrust, claiming him with savage need. The lion grabbed a lock of Jonty's forelock and he dragged the horse's head back savagely, hips powering forward brutally. The feline rasped his tongue over the side of Jonty's neck, pushing around to clasp his teeth around the horse's throat. Jonty shuddered bodily, buttocks clenching as he suffered through the thrusts, the drag of pain. He had no choice in the matter with such a predator overpowering him. What chance did a horse have against a lion? A predator? He could sink his teeth into his rump any time he pleased! Jonty trembled.

Whinnying, Jonty found some purchase upon the wall and bucked, hooves skittering wildly. The lion roared, jaws parting ferociously, the vibrations rumbling through Jonty's throat, making him intimately aware of the feline's power. The cat thrust like a being possessed, pummelling the horse's tail hole so viciously that Jonty wondered if he would return to his normal tightness that he was so renowned for by the game patrons. Sure it would be worth it for one liaison...right? The groaned and pressed his forehead to the wall, cool seeping into his skull. How long had it been since the lion had gotten off? It was not going to be much longer if the lion had his way.

He did not hear the slap of the crocodile's large feet - they could not be called paws - in the shower room. The first indication he had that anything had changed was the feeling of being hauled bodily away from the wall and deposited on his paws and knees, lion cock still shoved deep under his tail. The crocodile stood before him with a grin that displayed each and every one of his deadly teeth, designed to grip and tear, silencing his hapless prey forever. Digging his claws into Jonty's hips, the lion growled, warning him to stay still, and Jonty pushed his rump back, tail flicking against the lion's side. Oh no - he was not going anywhere.

Taking his pale cock in one paw, the crocodile knelt and rubbed it along the side of Jonty's muzzle, smearing a long, clear stream of pre cum over his coat. It was washed away a second later by the stream of water but Jonty groaned, submitting to the intimate marking. The crocodile smirking and pressed the tip of his cock to the horse's lips, waiting for the pony to open up for him. There was no force needed and Jonty blinked up at his top through a sodden forelock, splattered across his forehead.

"Suck it, bitch."

Jonty parted his lips eagerly and subsequently gagged as the crocodile took the invitation in the span of a split second, thrusting deep into his elongated, equine muzzle. The bulb at the head tickled the back of the horse's throat and Jonty convulsed, struggling to breathe until the crocodile withdrew, only to thrust again with greater force. He hissed viciously, eyes closed as he leaned back against the wall, enjoying the cool upon his skin while a hot muzzle wrapped around his dick.

The lion powered into his rump, sinking his claws in a little deeper from time to time just to see his prey for the evening squirm and buck. The edge of pain made Jonty snort like a wild stallion, tail hole clenching wickedly upon the rogue shaft to the point where the lion could hardly move. He chuffed softly and leaned over the horse, admiring the lines of muscle in his back, engorged from his own workout. They were lucky to find such an eager slut as a specimen to fuck. If they were even luckier, they could arrange a regular time to meet and fill the colt with cum. Licking his lips, he imagined coming home from work to cum all over the pretty horse's muzzle while another of his friends - it didn't matter which - reamed his arse, spilling a nice, thick load into his slutty rump.

Jonty moaned around the shaft between his lips, expertly rubbing his tongue against the underside with each roll of the crocodile's hips. His own length slapped and jerked beneath his stomach, the mottled length evading the restraint of his shorts and sending spurts of pre cum down the drain. He was dangerously close to cumming, every one of the lion's thrusts slamming into his prostrate and rocking him on to the reptile's cock, forcing his muzzle forward so that he took the length deeper and deeper. Yet the crocodile was not satisfied with his efforts.

"Come on, little pony," the crocodile grunted, grasping a handful of his mane to drag his muzzle down on his cock. "Give a proper deep-throat, hey? Or are your skills off today?"

Jonty tried to shake his head but the paw in his hair kept him firmly in place. Instead, his eyes hardened and he slid his lips down the length of the croc's cock, eyes widening, until his velvety muzzle met the hard leather of crocodilian abdomen.

"Mmm..." The reptile groaned, letting his head fall back, the top of his skull perpendicular to the wall. "Better... Better. Keep that up, slut."

The lion snarled and dragged his claws down Jonty's back, raising four red lines of blood - scratches at worst - the horse twitching at the spark of pain. The water splashed with red as the lion lost control, hammering into the tight rump with the drive of a feline possessed, feral need over ruling any concern he may have had for the equine. As the lion's lusts rose and rose, the crocodile rammed his cock down Jonty's throat, using his muzzle as nothing more than a cock sleeve and a dumping for his cum. Showing his anthro heritage, a steady stream of pre cum drooled down Jonty's throat from the croc', thick and viscous. Though the two abusing his body grew ever closer to cumming, Jonty was left denied, the stimulation not quite enough to rock him over the edge, only teeter, wanting and waiting and whimpering.

The crocodile ground his teeth together abruptly and parted his jaws in a roiling, feral hiss that sent a chill down Jonty's spine a second before cum poured down his throat in a thick torrent. Jonty arched, grinding his rump back and gulped quickly, though not swiftly enough to catch every drop of seed as the crocodile thrust wildly. Cum dripped from the strained corners of his mouth and Jonty's eyes grew wide, own cock throbbing as it begged for a release that was not soon to be had. Not far behind the crocodile was the lion who roared loud enough to send vibrations through the floor and walls - surely raising the curiosity of some of the other gym patrons - barbed cock throbbing as he emptied his balls under Jonty's tail.

With a low groan, the crocodile withdrew his cock from the slut's mouth. Rather than softening, it remained firm as it was sucked back into its sheath, permanently erect within the crocodile's lower abdomen. He grinned as he patted Jonty condescendingly upon the head, laughing at his attempts to regain breath, throat sore from the pounding he had been given. The lads were not gentle on him - he could not lie. Yet that roughness was all he craved. The crocodile paced away, feet slapping the floor, and gave the grinning zebra a high five as he passed, rumbling a laugh to no one in particular. Jonty wondered if he knew that he had forgotten his sauna shorts, bundled up in a corner of the shower room.

The lion ran his fingers through Jonty's mane and the horse rolled his hips back, tail lifted high and begging for more. He chuckled, rubbing the patch of skin right under the base of the horse's tail until he quivered.

"Mmmph, not bad, pony," he panted, chest heaving as he struggled for breath. "Maybe we'll be seeing you again, hey?"

Jonty hoped so, yet he still groaned when the lion pulled his softening cock from his rump, marked his own seed. The horse was glad to see no blood when he ducked his muzzle down to check between his legs, though there was one left unsatisfied in the room and a wolf with a paw squeezing his knot panting in the corner. Eyes fixed on his equine prey, the wolf stalked forward, eager to take his turn on Jonty's muzzle once more. But the needy equine needed more than a cock stuffing his maw: he needed a dick under his tail. Something to claim him, let him know that he was truly and utterly used.

His cock throbbed, pulsing.

Cum dripping from his tail hole, Jonty panted heavily and looked back over his shoulder to the one left unattended, flagging his tail up in open invitation. The zebra murred and pushed himself up off the wall, cock in his paw, as the slut thrust his rump back wantonly. One was not enough. He had to be filled over and over again, or else he would never be satisfied. Shamefully, Jonty dipped his muzzle down to the damp floor and raised his arse higher, cum oozing down the back of his thighs and pucker winking.

"Please fuck me..."