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Chapter Eight - Revenge Is Sweet, Ass Is Sweeter

It hadn't felt like much time had passed since that fateful morning when Coach Collins had found Randall Johnson working out alone in the gym and had given the seven foot tall black stallion his first lesson in becoming a stud. It had been confusing to him at first how being another stud's bitch helped him become a stud, but with follow-up sessions, he learned that a stud has to learn where the pleasure spots are, and there was no better way to do that than with hands-on experience.

Despite not picking up the uninterested signals from the busty babes in the school hallways weeks earlier, Randall was quick to apply that morning's exercises to his everyday life. Now when he walked down the hallways, head held high, his dreadlock mane tied tightly behind his broad neck, he was surprised at how his lack of interest in the ladies now seemed to attract them to flock around him. He couldn't help but confidently smile to himself as a vixen would press her breasts against his muscular body, practically begging him to go out with her.

He politely brushed her aside and gave her a playful wink as he proceeded to the locker room for afternoon football practice. If she'd done that a week ago when he was still a virgin, he probably would have busted his nut right there. But his private training with the hunky Rottweiler in the mornings had another effect on the horse; he learned that he wasn't actually too interested in chicks to begin with, and much preferred dicks.

Randall moved around the corner, his ears perking at the pitter-patter sounds of paws rapidly approaching, getting louder as they caught up to the horse. He nickered as Rory Dietrich stopped running and walked side-by-side. Rory was a Doberman, and a fellow teammate and running back, though he also took up the role of halfback, while Randall was the fullback. Their job was to run the ball after the snap past the line of scrimmage and get first downs. He stood a few inches taller than his teammate, the canine's pointed ears would barely reach the bottom of the horse's chin.

"Pumped for the first game this season?" Rory asked excitedly, a bark in his voice as he bounced on the balls of his feet, turning around and facing the horse, walking backwards as they rounded a corner. He wore a simple black t-shirt with some sort of messy graphic image on it, and a pair of dark blue jeans. A pair of earbuds were tucked into his cropped ears, the wire snaked down into his pant's pocket.

Randall snorted through his nose, he wasn't sure how the Doberman had so much energy all the time. Normally it was contagious to feel pumped up when either Rory or his twin Cory were around, always bolstering the team's morale or participating in events to get the school to come to the sporting events. Randall wouldn't say it out loud, but he had been festering some bad emotions deep down. Not directly at the Doberman, it was all reserved for the person he used to think he could call his best friend and confidant, Leon Richards.

But his 'friend' had told the head coach that Randall was a virgin, which while it hadn't been a bad thing in the end, it had still deeply hurt the stallion that the lion had broken his trust. He had tried giving Leon the silent treatment all week, but the quarterback didn't seem to notice! It made Randall's blood boil that it hadn't phased Mr. Popular. So today, he was going to try a different tactic.

Randall realized that Rory was still standing in front of him waiting for a response. The dobie had a goofy grin etched across his face, his long pink tongue lolled out of his muzzle as his cropped ears stuck straight up as if they were antenna receiving a transmission from space.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm pumped," Randall grunted as they reached the door to the locker room, extending his arm over the Doberman's head and pushed it wide open for the canine to enter before he brought up the rear. He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the dobie's ass, that tantalizing stub tail wagging back and forth with just as much excitement as its owner. Beneath that wriggling nub were two of the most voluptuous ass cheeks anyone set eyes upon. Even though they were hidden by the canine's jeans, the denim stretched to accommodate that well-proportioned bubble butt, showing off how much the Doberman took pride in his body... and his booty.

"See ya out on the field!" Rory waved as he spun around 180-degrees and bounced off to join his twin brother who was already stripping down at the orange colored lockers. "Cory! Hope you didn't have fun without me!" Randall heard the halfback shout before the horse diverted his attention away from the identical Dobermans and headed for his locker a few rows away.

He dropped his duffel bag on the wooden bench behind him with a dull thud and began to turn the dial on his combination lock. The sound aroused the suspicion of a fellow teammate, Jett Malloy. The buff, black and white malamute poked his head out from behind his open locker. He was already partially in his practice uniform. His paddled girdle all but hid the front of his jockstrap and the obvious bulge indicated he was wearing his protective cup. Black socks with a two orange stripes near the top reached his knees. His eight pack and muscular pecs were mostly obstructed by the form-fitting compression shirt that conformed to every curve of his upper body. A hint of black fur shown coming from his shoulder onto his bicep, but the rest of his thick arms were white. A curled black and white tail subtly wagged behind him just above the waistband of his shorts.

"What's in the duffel?" Jett asked curiously, his voice was very gravelly for his age, almost as though something had damaged his windpipe when he was just a pup. When Randall didn't respond while he fiddled with his combination lock, the malamute reached over and unzipped it.

"Randy... dude, what the fuck?" he growled and looked up at Randall in disgust, holding the open duffel wide open for the horse to see what was inside.

Randall turned his head and looked down, snorting and shoved Jett back against the lockers with a loud clang, the stunned malamute dropped the duffel as he felt Randall's forearm press tightly under his chin and lift him off the ground. Jett gasped and clutched at the horse's arm, trying to fight him off before the horse backed off and snatched his bag up from the ground, quickly zipping it up and stuffing it into his locker. Jett fell onto the ground, his back pressed to the orange lockers with ears laying flat on his head as he rubbed his Adam's apple and whimpered.

"Don't you say a fucking word to anyone, or you'll wish you hadn't," Randall warned. Ashamed that he'd lashed out at his teammate, he hurriedly began to strip down to nothing, pulling his jockstrap on and finding it somewhat challenging to get his protective cup over his semi-erect cock. Pinning Jett against the lockers had felt good; arousing even.

"Shit... dude, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry..." Jett apologized as he returned to his locker. He was glad he was already covered up, because he could feel his cock trying to break the plastic covering his junk. The malamute pulled up his black shorts with orange and white stripes, grabbed his shoulder pads and pulled it over his head, his ears sprung back into place as the gear rested securely over his upper chest. He cautiously glanced back at the horse who was already pulling his practice jersey over his gear.

Randall ignored Jett's apology, grabbed his helmet, slammed the locker shut and stalked off toward the tunnel entrance that lead to the field. Jett quickly followed suit, tugging his jersey on, snatching his helmet and closing his own locker as he ran off. He wanted to ask Randall about what he had seen in the duffel, but realized that it would be embarrassing for either of them to talk about in public. So he slowed down and walked with his offensive line friends as his mind raced with images of what he had beheld inside Randall's bag.

After the team warmed up, they gathered in front of Coach Collins, Williams and Bjorn. Today they were going to do a practice scrimmage, mixing the first through third strings players. Bjorn and Williams would act as coaches for opposing teams and split up the players to simulate a real game. Coach Collins acted as referee. The changeup gave all three coaches different angles on the field and helped them better understand where improvement was needed.

Naturally, Coach Bjorn picked the first string back, Leon Richards and the lion wouldn't have it unless he had his two Running Backs with him. Begrudgingly, Randall shambled over to the lion who stood beside Bjorn, the QB suggesting to the heavy set polar bear who he should pick for the rest of the team. True to himself, Rory came bounding over like a good puppy, the Doberman's overabundant excitement for a practice game and the upcoming game had no bounds.

Randall stood behind the group as it began to get bigger. He crossed his arms and stared daggers into the lion's backside. Of course, Leon wasn't paying any attention, his vision was blocked by his beautifully kept bronze colored mane which was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Randall furrowed his brow as he imagined pinning Leon against the lockers like he had Jett, this time with the lion's stupid handsome face pushed into the metal as he nailed that slutty feline until he was dripping from the ass with his colts.

He felt his cock try to drop from his sheath, but found itself unable to within the confines of his cup. 'Now is not the the time to get randy,' Randall thought, trying to push the fantasies of breeding his best friend away. He snorted and looked away, trying to fill his thoughts with girls. 'At least this no longer turns me on.'

It didn't take much longer before all of the players were selected and they crossed over to the opposite side of the football field. Finally, they were about to start playing. Bjorn's team was going to receive the kick off and the two teams lined up at the 35-yard line. Since it was just the players and their coaches, they had made a few adjustments to the rules and would do their best to remain honest. As the offensive players took their positions, Maxwell Pierce, the hulking bull Center bent over, hiking his fat rump in the air with his tail. He waited with the football, ready for the command to snap it to Leon who shouted out a few calls. Randall waited patiently, though his heart was pounding at the idea of what he was about to do.

Finally, Leon made the call and caught the ball as it was snapped quickly to him. Rory crossed to the left side of the field while Randall stood there, it was his duty to protect the Quarterback from any defensive tackles that would approach him. Which was exactly what he didn't do. Leon let out a loud "WHUUUFF!!" as he was sacked by Miles Schroder, a massive reindeer that Randall normally wouldn't have any trouble blocking. The reindeer punched the air and high-fived some teammates as they moved back into position.

Leon groaned briefly as he reached a paw out for Randall to help him up off the turf. The horse just walked past him without as much as a gruff grunt. Rory came running over, confusion etched across his face as Bjorn barked at the Wide Receivers to move their rears out on the field. They lined up again at the 32-yard mark, Leon glancing at the horse, slightly concerned and called the snap.

This time, Leon was sacked by two offensive tackles. Their hulking bodies collided with the fit lion, sandwiching him as he went down to the ground with another lung-punching grunt. This time Coach Bjorn yelled a remark about a glue factory at the horse, a few obscenities were thrown into the sentence before they lined up for the third down.

When Leon called the snap, Randall wasn't too surprised the feline had learned his lesson and dodged Miles as the reindeer came charging in. He made a successful pass to an open Wide Receiver for a first down and they moved up on the field. They made very little progress on the field as Leon found himself with a limp Fullback and having to dodge defensive tackles left and right.

By the eighth sack, Leon had enough. The lion's body was already aching from the massive blows from multiple teammates. He made a "T" with his gloved paws, tore his helmet off his head, and threw it on the ground as he got into Randall's long face.

"What the hell is wrong with you Randall?!" he shouted at the helmeted horse, who took off his own helmet off and reared up with a defensive whinny.

"You're what's wrong with me!" Randall spat back, his lips curled up as he snapped his incisors at the feline. "You and that fucking loud mouth of yours!"

"You fucking bitch," Leon lunged, ready to fight before he was stopped.

A pair of grappling paws prevented him from attacking his best friend as Coach Collins grabbed the horse to keep him from doing the same. A crowd of players circled them as Coach Bjorn pushed past them and jabbed a fat clawed finger at both jocks.

"RICHARDS!! JOHNSON! Both of you off the field NOW!" the polar barked and glared at them. "Now I don't know what's going on between you two girls, but I don't want to see your faces until you fix it. GET TO THE LOCKER ROOMS!!"

Leon shoved off the player who held him with an annoyed growl and swore as he snatched his helmet from the ground and stormed off the field. Coach Collins released Randall after that, the rottweiler giving him a stern look of concern, but somehow knew what was going on in the stallion's head. The rottweiler had a feeling the two best friends had some serious bonding issues that needed addressing, and given enough time alone during practice might just be the cure.

Randall picked his helmet up off the grass and followed behind the lion who was 50-feet ahead of him. By the time Randall had reached the locker room, Leon had already torn his jersey off and paced one of the locker aisles, repeating the same swear over and over again. The lion didn't have to look up to know it was Randall when he walked into the empty locker room.

The horse knew this was his moment to exact revenge on his best friend. He didn't say anything as he walked over to his locker room and pulled his duffel bag out. He unzipped it and looked inside at the life-size replica of his cock. Doing some research on some local businesses, he had found someone advertising life-like dildo castings. The jock negotiated with the older fox for a mold of his cock in exchange for a blowjob, and when the mold had set, the Randall would fuck the fox while riding his own dildo.

He was about to pull it out when he was aware of Leon's presence on the other side of the open locker door. Randall held the duffel open flaps shut with one fist while he held onto the door with the other hand. He looked at the pissed off lion with a lifted brow.

"Well?" Leon grumbled after the horse didn't say anything. "Don't you have something to say?"

Randall clicked his tongue in thought and hummed. He knew the lion was expecting an apology, but he was also looking for the same thing, as well as something else. "Hmm... not that I can think of."

Leon opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Randall shut his locker door and let the duffel bag drop to the floor with a thud.

"Oh wait, yes, there is something I want to say. Get fucked, slut."

The anger on the lion's face turned into bewilderment. "Wha-?"

Leon didn't get to finish what he was going to say, which wasn't much more than what was already said. The bruised jock found himself lifted off the ground as the horse yanked him off his feet, and carried him across the aisle by the shoulder pads. The back of the lion's head slammed into a metal door, stunning him before he found himself shoved to his knees. Randall gripped him by the mane and forced his face into something dark and very musky.

The stallion reached into his athletic shorts and tossed the protective cup behind him and onto the wooden bench that separated the row of lockers down the middle. His junk now free, his balls could rest on the lion's stout muzzle. Intense musk and heat invaded the lion's senses, when he tried to pull back, he was met with more resistance that kept the feline secure to the horse's groin.

Leon tried to shout for help, but something inside the quarterback stopped him. His body was sore from being sacked repeatedly, it was hard enough to move his arms. His submissive side kicked in moments later, the lion mewed quietly as his bruised body gave up and gave in to whatever his best friend wanted.

The stallion watched the lion's futile attempts to escape slowly diminish as his cock hung freely in the air, blocking Leon's view. 'Coach Collins's lessons on how to be a confident stallion are really paying off,' he mused as the lion whimpered into his crotch. Whether his best friend breathed through his mouth or nose, the sweaty, musky taste of the horse's scent would overload his senses.

"That's better," Randall nickered as the lion's body came out of shock and quit resisting when he realized what was going on. "Listening to me, slut? Taking notes? This is called punishment for telling your best friend's secret to Coach."

Leon's eyes went wide as he looked up past the mammoth cock that was resting on the bridge of his muzzle. His brain was still trying to process what was going on. He'd never seen the once timid horse ever show any act of aggression or dominance. To say he didn't like it would have a flat out lie, there was no denying his arousal. He was rock hard and throbbing painfully in his plastic cup. He whimpered and pressed his nose up against the horse's leathery sheath and sweaty balls.

"I'm going to fuck you, Leo. I'm gonna fuck your ass until every inch of your body belongs to me. Not to Coach, and definitely not to any of the other jocks on the team. You got it?"

Leon nodded quickly, his eyes followed the wrinkled shaft that began to straighten up, rising up on its own as a glob of precum splattered diagonally across the orange metal lockers and oozed down. He'd never looked at Randall this way before, but now he found himself lustfully craving his best friend's cock.

"Good kitty," Randall mused and rubbed lion's rounded ears before letting his fingers run through the lion's damp mane, the hairs were so soft and smooth, it was like cutting through butter with a warm knife. He gripped the bronze colored hair and pulled Leon up and bent him over the bench between the lockers. The lion let out a whimper as his scalp was tugged, it wasn't the first time this had happened to him, and he had quite gotten used to the feeling of his mane being pulled.

Randall squatted down behind his teammate, his hands groping those firm cheeks beneath the stretched spandex shorts before he yanked them down just far enough to reveal the lion's voluptuous globes that he was sure everyone on the team had taken samples from except for him. Leon let out a whimper as he lifted his bruised chest up from the wooden bench, his paws firmly placed on the other side of the bench when he felt two fingers push against his well-trained rim and finally work their way in.

Leon's eyes went wide, his head dipped back and his chest puffed outward as he arched with a moaned mew when those two thick fingers squirmed inside his pre-lubed hole. He had taken the old Boy Scouts motto very seriously, "Be Prepared" and he was always prepared when he walked into the locker room. He was surprised at how quickly Randall worked him into a frenzy, his beaten body spasmed beneath the seven-foot tall stallion as he held the lion firmly down by the shoulder while he fanned his fingers inside Leon's pliant asshole.

He let out a whimper when he felt those fingers pull out of his stretched hole only to reach down his athletic shorts and fish out the protective cup and reveal the lion's rock hard cock. Randal's fingers briefly brushed against the barbed nubs of Leon's cock before the lion felt the horse's hand on his shoulder pushing him further over the bench. Leon winced when he felt his cock catch on the bench instead of being trapped between his stomach and the top of it. His cock flexed and slapped the underside of the bench as Randall's digits found their way back to the center of his ass and added a third finger.

"You can't even help yourself," Randall snorted as he worked the lion's remarkably tight ring. He twisted his fingers like Coach Collins had to him many times before, and Leon's body reacted as he expected. He couldn't help but grab his cock which had been oozing precum this entire time and drop it on top of the lion's backside with a satisfying thump, smearing the fluid into the lion's compression shirt, watching the black fabric absorb the clear juices that slowly leaked into the golden fur hidden underneath, matting it down as he worked the hole loose.

Leon should have felt embarrassed, caught by his best friend since childhood and feeling almost humiliated when he felt the horse's cock flop across his backside. If he could call it that! Despite the small separation by his shirt, he could feel the size of the monstrous rod throbbing against his back. He didn't have to look at it to judge its size, it was thicker than any dick he'd taken before, both in length and circumference. He drooled at what it would feel like perforating his ass.

He quickly found out as he felt those fingers slip free with a wet pop and felt both hands spread his ass cheeks wide open. Randall's position shifted so that his fuckpole nestled firmly between them and he could slide easily up and down between those golden furred mounds. Leon knew what was coming next, his paws clutched the edge of the bench he was hunched over, his arms propped up to brace him for the impending penetration. He felt one paw release one cheek, the muscles tried to clench against the veiny monster that was throbbing and oozing precum on his lower back. Randall grabbed just behind his blunt mushroom cock head and aimed his rock hard pole at Leon's slightly gaped ring. This was now or never and never had never been an option.

Leon's breath caught in his throat, much like his neglected cock was caught beneath the bench. He tried to spread his legs out but found it near impossible with his spandex pants still hooked around his muscular thighs. So he tried to lift his ass up, only to feel the fat head breach the first ring of his sphincter and push him back down. His cock jumped and shot precum across the floor.

Randall snorted as he let go of his cock as he fed more of it into Leon's welcoming ass. He clutched the lion by the hips, his big black hands pushed the Quarterback's damp shirt up his body so he could feel the sweaty gold fur in his palms. He wanted to rut his bitch like a mare in heat, but he didn't want to cause any serious harm to his best friend, even if he had betrayed his trust. He had heard a story of porno gone wrong when a stallion ended up going to jail for rupturing the insides of a poor man's body and killing him. He couldn't recall the late actor's name. It was something like Mr. Paws or maybe it was Mr. Claws. He shook his head to push the unnecessary thoughts from his mind so he could focus on pushing inch after inch of his cock inside the hot, tight jockslut hole.

Leon's whimpers turned into ecstatic squeals as the stallion's length kept stretching him wide open. The feline lost count of how many inches had pushed past his wrinkled hole as his mind balked at the feeling of his intestines adjusting to fit the invader that reached areas inside him he never knew he had. Jolts of pleasure shot up his arched spine and into the receptors in his brain only to spread through his nervous system. 'Holy fuck,' Leon thought as he felt the horse somewhere in his bulging stomach. 'If I had known Randy was this hung, I would have fucked him sooner!'

The lion squeaked when he felt the medial ring kiss his stretched rim and Randall paused, his breathing was deep but steady. He snorted, pulling his hips back briefly before he stuffed it into the clenching ring. Leon's body spasmed as he was stretched wider than before, the slutty lion's eyes rolled back into his head as he gasped and moaned, his neglected cock had never been so hard before in his life. As much as he would have loved to touch himself, the only thing that mattered to Leon was getting the last few inches of the horse cock inside his body.

Randall watched as the last bit of his thick dick pressed right up against Leon's ass, the soft fur of the lion's ass tickled his leathery sheath. He remained balls deep in the mewling feline as he oozed precum deep inside him. He had no idea how deep he was, but it felt amazing to be inside another male. The way the muscles squeezed and caressed every inch of his veiny tumescent dick, it was no wonder why Coach Collins was as naughty as he was.

He pulled back, much to Leon's chagrin, the lion felt like his insides were being sucked out as a wet slurp filled the testosterone-filled air of the locker room. Leon could feel every inch pass over his swollen prostate, his cock jerked on its own and left a clear mess below the bench. He could feel his ass try to clench around the withdrawing fuckrod as a copious amount of horse pre gushed out around his stretched rim until the medial ring popped free, his body lurched forward as his ass burned in pain. He needed it back inside him!

Leon pushed back just as Randall slammed forward, a wet pop echoed through the empty locker room as the horse stuffed his sensitive medial ring back into his best friend. Jolts of pleasure shot up Randall's spine, the black horse snorted as he tugged the ring back out and then immediately thrust it back in. Having his ring pass in and out of the lion's perforated rim felt so good to Randall, he didn't care how it felt to the writhing slut below him, he wanted to keep doing it.

"F-FASTER!" Leon cried out, his legs trembled as the stallion behind him teased his tailhole. He didn't care if the horse wasn't balls deep inside him, the medial ring popping in and out of him was doing amazing wonders to his body as it would push against his prostate. His moans turned ecstatic as his claws extended and dug into the wooden bench, his body tensed up and roared as he came. Leon's eyes rolled back into his skull as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. His cum fired off in hard volleys, his shaft flexed every time he clenched on the horse's ass-wrecking cock. Jizz splattered from the underside of the bench to the tile floor and even went as far as hitting the metal doors of the orange lockers.

Randall knew he wasn't going to last much longer. With how hard the little slut was squeezing and crying out for him, he bucked his hips, concentrating on fucking the convulsing lion. One hand grabbed the lion's lifted tail, yanking it up as he slammed every inch of his dick in Leon. A shrill whinny escaped his lips as he felt his cock flare up.

Leon's orgasm had just finished when he felt god knows how many inches suddenly impale his guts. His eyes felt as wide as his ass did when the hot flood of thick horse semen erupted inside him like a geyser. His entire body twitched as a wave of euphoria crash over his battered body. He prayed he wouldn't end up benched for their game that coming weekend, with the minor bruising from earlier and the massive cock that was jammed deep inside his rectum.

Both jocks heaved and sucked in the musk heavy air, filling their lungs with much-needed oxygen. Leon found it especially hard to do since there was very little room for his lungs in his swollen gut. If someone didn't know better, they would probably think Leon was a lioness in the early stages of her pregnancy. Cum sloshed behind what normally was sculpted abdominals; now just a malleable belly.

"A-are we even now?" Leon gasped, feeling his ass squeeze around Randall's cock. It felt so good, his entire body seemed to cling to it, never wanting to let it go.

"Not even close," Randall panted into the lion's ear as he lifted him up off the bench and into his arms, feeling his cock swim in the pool of cum he'd left inside the Quarterback. He nickered and nuzzled Leon's bronze colored mane, tasting sweat on his lips. The feline moaned and twitched as he felt the massive fuckrod twitch like it had become one with his body. Leon wasn't sure how long it took for Randall to pull out, but every moment was a long, excruciating process as his body tried in vain to clench and keep the stallion inside him.

The flared head popped out of Leon's stretched rim, a waterfall of hot semen followed. It splashed on the ground and collected into a sticky puddle on the floor. The experience had left the lion's hole gaping and drizzling horse cum. Leon's body remain bent over the bench, his swollen belly rested on it while his wobbly knees supported most of the weight on the ground.

Randall stepped over his friend, bending over with a flick of his braided tail. He picked his bag up and reached inside, fishing his life-size replica dildo and stuck the suction cup on the bench, holding it straight up for the lion to see.

"There isn't anyone on the team with a dick the size of mine," Randall nickered confidently and lifted Leon's chin so the dazed lion could look up at the fake cock next to him. "I made this just for you, Leo," He admitted, blushing as he gave himself a moment to forgive the lion. He didn't like giving Leon the silence treatment, he just felt like he had to get back at him for betraying his trust. "I hope that you have enjoyed... being with me."

"Can I take it for a test ride?" Leon asked groggily as he extended his paw out for Randall to help him up.

This time the horse did, grasping Leon by the forearm, he hefted him to his feet and the lion wrapped his paws around the dildo. Or at least he tried. It was so thick, he was surprised the real thing had even managed to fit inside him. He leaned over and began to lick over the veiny monster, stroking it and lathering it up in his saliva. Randall imagined feeling the lion's rough tongue over his own cock. The thought alone was enough to get his limp dick rearing back up to full mast.

"Here, let me help," Randall grinned as he spun Leon to face him and grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them apart and hefted the quarterback into his arms. Leon's whimpering mews dissipated against his pecs as he was held against them when he felt the cold blunt silicone cock head push against his gaping hole.

Moaning loudly as he was penetrated by the near same cock twice in the span of only a few minutes. Randall let go of his ass and let gravity do its work. Leon's body sank a few inches before he arched his back and moaned even louder than before as it hit every sensitive nerve ending inside his stretched innards. Inch after inch disappeared inside that well-trained ass, used by Coach Collins and various jocks over the years. At this point, Leon was a pro, but even taking the horse's cock had been the jockslut's crowning achievement, his Mount Everest, his Magnum Opus.

Leon didn't stop after the medial ring that matched Randall's exact measurements slipped past his gaping fuckhole. It wasn't until he was balls deep on that shaft did he wonder how the hell he was supposed to lift himself back off it. His thighs were too exhausted to even consider squatting back up. He looked pleading up to his best friend, who stood there leaning on the orange lockers, stroking his massive shaft back to life.

"Looks like you could use an extra dick there, Leon," Randall gave the helpless feline his prize-winning horsey grin and stepped closer, rubbing his flat cockhead against the lion's lips, smearing some excess cum that hadn't found its way inside the lion's guts. Leon's nose twitched as he caught the horse's scent, it reminded him of a cool autumn day; like when he used to go out to the country when he was a child to see the changing colors of the leaves.

The quarterback didn't pull away from the shaft pushing against his muzzle, smearing the horse's seed over his whiskers. He embraced it, nuzzling against the side of the fat cock which made Randall nicker happily. The horse gripped the top of the lion's mane and pushed his cock past his lips. He let it glide over that raspy tongue, moaning happily as his urethra pulsed and shot a long string of precum into the lion's open throat.

Randall snorted as he looked at the clock in the locker room. They wouldn't have enough time to finish another session in the time left for practice. He pulled out of Leon's maw, much to the quarterback's dismay. He squatted down, his cock bounced freely in the air as he hooked his arms under the lion's armpits and grabbed his ass. "Better clench up Leon, we're going to the showers."

The lion purred and licked his cum-covered whiskers, doing as he was told. He found himself safely secured in the horse's warm embrace, nuzzling that ebony coat of fur between those well-formed pecs. He had admired Randall's impressive body from afar, but with the horse's arms wrapped around him, holding his ass cheeks in those strong hands, he felt like he belonged there. A feeling he never felt with any of his other flings with the other jocks.

As he nuzzled his best friend's chest, Randall took great care as he carried Leon to the showers. With Leon's still shaky legs hooked around his wide waist, he nuzzled the lion's rounded ear that stuck up through his ponytail mane. Leon felt giddy and giggled happily as they entered the showers. Every fiber of his body tingled as he felt the dildo hit all the right spots that Randall had.

The horse took them to the far end of the showers, setting Leon down on his knees with the dildo still impaled in the lion's ass. Randall turned the knob of the shower to a comfortable position, feeling the water splash over his barrel-shaped chest and stamped his hooves impatiently as he grabbed the end of the lion's ponytail and pulled him back, pushing his cock back into his lips.

"Get sucking, slut," he ordered as he pushed into the lion's windpipes. Leon's eyes rolled back as his moan was completely shut off by the cock that was now inside his battered body twice. He did his best but found it near impossible to have any movement of his own. With how deep the dildo was in his ass, and the cock that was burrowing a tunnel into his stretched throat, he could only remain on his knees and pray he didn't completely lose oxygen and black out.

His jaw ached as the horse tested Leon's deepthroating abilities, something the lion had become quite fond of over the years of practice with Coach Collins. Leon had learned to manage to take the rottweiler's knot as the canine would unload in his stomach, but this was a new experience altogether. He could have sworn Randall was trying to get the blunt heads to meet midway in his body, and the thought alone set the lion's prick off. He shuddered on the dildo lodged deep in his rectum, feeling his prostate explode in an indescribable orgasm. His barbed cock jerked and began to fire streaks of cum that were washed away down the drain.

Leon's body spasmed as the stallion continued to ram his cock into his throat, those black hands held onto his ears and pulled them as his nose was pressed into the warm, leathery sheath that housed the cock that was now residing somewhere in his bloated stomach. Leon's eyes were held half open, trying to look up at Randall who was driving his hips back and forth. Dark shapes began to form as his lungs filled up with Randall's masculine musk when he was held firm to the horse's groin. Massive balls bounced off his chin, churning with another load of colts just for the slutty lion.

Leon could barely catch the sounds of his teammates clambering into the locker room, whoops and hollers muffled as the horse snorted through his wide nostrils. Leon's body was heavily secreting endorphins, the smell heightened by the steam billowing from the heated tiles below him. He tried to say something as the voices began to flood into the showers, but Randall wasn't having any of it.

Randall bit his knuckle to keep his whinny from echoing down the row of showers, thrusting one finally time. He was almost certain he could have broken Leon's jaw from how hard he pushed into the lion's throat. He threw his head back and held the back of the lion's head with one hand, feeling his cock flex and surge as he emptied another load into his best friend. He remained hilted in his new cocksleeve's throat, huffing deeply as he watched the lion's eyes roll back into his skull and nearly pass out from the entire ordeal.

Gently and slowly, the stallion pulled out. He was quite surprised the lion had managed to take every inch inside his throat. It reminded him of something out of a movie with a magic trick, where a magician would keep pulling colored cloth out of someone's mouth. Finally, the fat head slipped free and hung limply over the lion's face like it had earlier.

Randall slumped forward, leaning on his arm that supported him on the wall as water cascaded over his backside, washing away the sweat built-up from their first sexual time together. He rubbed the lion's chin, keeping Leon against his spent nuts.

Eventually, Leon spoke, his voice only detected by Randall's ears as the showers around them were used.

"Now are we even?" the lion asked, a little hoarse in the voice now.

Randall grinned and flicked his tail. "Not until I've grown old and my balls are turned to glue."