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"Just kill me." Croix muttered into the broad chest of his friend holding him.

Tristan squeezed gently, "I'm not going to hurt you." The muscular zebra had been holding the despondent jackalope for what must have been hours, laying on Croix's bed with Tristan on the bottom.

"I don't want to deal with life anymore... and I don't think I can do it myself." The jackalope tilted his head up to look into his friend's eyes.

The zebra swallowed, and then smiled. "I won't kill you, but I can take you away from all this pain." He quietly thanked Croix's no-clothes policy in place for his room, because taking off pants might have given him time to change his mind.

"Then do it." Croix almost growled.

Tristan hefted the chubby lope up and then spread his legs, carefully turning Croix before setting him between and wrapping his powerful thighs around the shorter male.

Croix looked back, "What are you doing?"

Tristan squeezed with his thighs firmly, "I'm going to take good care of you."

The jackalope shuddered as he felt a strange sensation start up wherever he was in direct contact with the zebra's hide, as though he couldn't really tell where he ended and his friend began. "...Yes. Yes, take me." He panted as he realized what was happening.

The zebra rumbled quietly to himself as the very act was arousing him, taking his still firming shaft and bending it to press against the jackalope's back, neck, and head. He groaned out as he felt it stick, pulling back his hand.

Croix could feel Tristan's pulse now, especially as his spine seemed to melt away, replaced by the firming tissue of his friend's phallus. At the same time he felt his legs bending back against the zebras's toned ass, melting in, and pulling his own hips with them. His upper body's padding started to drain to his gut, which rounded out and sagged further, even as his arms withered and shrank further and further.

Tristan started to stroke along his friend's back, which was indistinguishable from what had been his shaft, or was it the other way around at this point? It didn't matter, both would be true. He flexed his abs to reach further down, grasping what had been Croix's fat, and moaning softly, feeling his testes had taken their place in their new sac.

The jackalope could no longer look forward, his head tilting back on its own, as his fur was falling out all over his head and chest, revealing pitch-black skin. In the back of his mouth he tasted pre-fluids dribbling up from somewhere deep inside. He started to moan, but then realized he no longer had lungs.

"Almost done." Tristan panted heavily, and flexed his thighs again, and his hip joints popped loudly. The zebra's hips went from well-formed but rather average to curved and wide, already raised from the bed by the jackalope's contributions to his ass. As Croix's face started to flatten into the blunt head of a zebra's shaft around his open mouth, all his excess mass seemed to leech away to pad out his new host's hips and thighs, until his thighs were no longer held apart by the trapped male, heavy sac laying atop the newly padded limbs, with powerfully throbbing shaft above.

Tristan grunted, grinding his thumb across his cockhead, "T-there. All mine." He panted, rolling onto his side and reaching back to feel his new ass, a finger brushing his new ring. He quivered, "Fuck... s-should have known you'd bring your ass' hunger over to mine." He chuckled, and looked around for a toy to use. "Don't worry, though. I meant what I said. I'm going to take good care of you."