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The trek had been an arduous thing, but now, Odah had found the trip worth a hundred times the pain of hiking, by his lonesome, across the mountains.

Word had reached him of a shaman in a village a span's travel away, one who was more powerful than any that his Zebra tribe had heard of. Odah's trek had taken him from the jungles, grasslands, and savannas of his home to much more temperate locales, where the wind blew colder and rain battered any who dared wander through its domain. The chirps and calls of unfamiliar animals had filled his ears, despite how soggy they had become. Even the packed cloak he brought along was of little help when faced with the worst of what the monsoon season had to offer.

Of course, all this was behind him now. Several days had passed, and he had found this Shaman by the name of Aalum. Now, he was sitting in a warm hut by the fire, on soft furs, the hut decorated with plush accoutrements The tall figure at the far end of the hut spoke, the masculine outline's features unable to be divined, due to their distance from the fire. "I have told you all that I am willing to part with, my striped brother."

The prodigal zebra, Odah, apprentice of the magical arts, nodded his head in the affirmative. "Of course. What knowledge you've given me is sufficient," he gave a slight bow, seated as he was, "and your hospitality has been most generous."

The other form approached the fire. An older man, perhaps two decades Odah's senior. A slightly greying mane atop the equine's head spoke of wisdom and longevity, but the necklace of wolf's teeth spoke of a warrior's past. A more philosophical soul might point out the similarities between himself and this mentor. However, Kingo wasn't here. The older horse, not of the zebra's striped kin, but of equine birth regardless, smiled at his younger pupil, around a scar that dragged down from his left eye to his upper lip. "And what will you do with this knowledge? With what I've given you, it will give you enough to accelerate your own learning, Odah."

Odah was, indeed, perhaps little more than a boy, having passed his rite of manhood only a few years ago. Still, he was gifted enough to where this shaman had heard of Odah's coming beforehand. It was a pleasant surprise for the dressed-down zebra, little more than a few spare straps of cloth and leathers keeping his bare essentials from being revealed. The horse, however, was more of a naturalist, in that sense. Strangely enough, Odah didn't mind, despite the cursory glances given to it. He shook his mind clean of such musings. "I plan to aid my brothers and sisters against the wolves to the north, Aalum."

That particular conflict had flared up again. Strangely, none were entirely sure as to why, and none could give a reason as to why the majority of the Zebra tribes had declared open war with the wolf clans. For whatever reason, his abilities were in high demand. Odah planned to deliver. Aalum gave a curt nod, the mature figure sitting by the fire opposite the younger zebra. "Understandable. However, I must ask..."

Odah raised a brow. "...Sir?"

Aalum shot a glance his way, previous having stared into the fire. "Do you have a woman to go back to?" He asked, passing over a skin of what was presumed to be something with alcohol in it. The north kin's booze was particularly delicious, or so Odah was of the opinion. He sighed while the drink burned his throat. Aalum continued. "Or a man, perhaps?"

Odah chuffed and snorted with amusement, wiping his lips of Aalum's alcohol. "I swing more towards women, admittedly. Though if it was a right man, I might not complain." He returned the skin to its owner, who likewise drank deeper from the full thing. Odah continued. "Why do you ask?

Aalum grunted with the familiar buzz of alcohol. He brewed it himself, as a matter of fact. "Because you strike me as one who has experience making love, but not receiving it." He watched as Odah reacted with a slight flattening of the ears, and Aalum chuckled aloud. "Variety is the spice of living, or so your kin say. Have you not experienced it yet?" A shake of the head from the zebra was his answer. "A shame," he grinned, "you're missing out."

Odah was slightly flushed in the face from the nature of their conversation, but... Damn his eyes, he was right curious now. "...Are you saying, Aalum..." The older stallion raised a brow. "...Are you saying you've more to teach me?"

• In the interest of time.. -

Odah was face-to-crotch with Aalum's growing endowment, swelling out from that sheath, inch after inch of meat exposing itself in front of the insatiably curious zebra boy. Those bloated orbs below twitched intermittently. Odah's lips pursed a little, suddenly wondering why he was doing this, and why he was enjoying it as much as he was. It was impossible to hide his own turgid erection, arising as quickly as the developing hardon that was being jut out in front of his face. A few veins here and there across the smooth surface pulsed, the burgeoning horse cock but a few inches away from the striped one's mouth. Odah let out a sigh through his nose, Aalum speaking from above. "Don't be intimidated," he advised, one of his large, powerful hands descending to cup Odah's cheek, tugging ever so slightly, "introduce yourself. Take your time."

And so he did. The tentative touch of Odah's lips on the blunt tip of his meat was enough to make Aalum shudder with delight, a globe of heady preseed appearing at the end of his rod to dribble onto Odah's face. He winced a little in surprise, but after a few moments, a broad tongue came and lapped it up. Odah didn't admit it, but he frankly enjoyed how Aalum tasted. The hand at his cheek went to the back of his head, the older stallion's fuckmeat having engorged itself, fully erect. The younger, talented shaman had no idea how to tackle it, but he tried, rapidly finding himself "getting into it", as they say. Calling upon the experiences he himself had with women (and some boys) who've treated him in a similar manner, his mouth opened, his tongue meeting the hot, smooth flesh once more. With a loud huff from his flared nostrils, his broad appendage dragged itself across the inflated crown, before his lips closed around the head of his member, tongue lapping at the stallion's breeding tool with increasing fervor. Aalum's stance widened, a shudder once more traveling up his spine. Odah felt a rush of heady, virile seed pump into his mouth, but he swallowed what was offered, even though their eyes locked with the older man's. Aalum's fingers brushed through Odah's mane. "See? You're a natural, Odah... Nfh."

Odah had popped off of the northern stallion's cocktip of his own volition, staring up at the older male for a brief few moments. Before either had a chance to speak, the zebra locked onto Aalum's bloated, twitching orbs, doubtlessly full. Something inside Odah had been activated, as if for a long while in the back of his mind, lay the desire to act as a mare towards others at times. A sort of bottom-hungry curiosity, unable to be satiated. Until now, that is. Suddenly allowed to indulge in his curiosities, Odah threw his inhibitions out, even as a nervous, excited energy had taken hold of him. Such a dangerous combination was not to be taken lightly, and neither was the fat nutsack he stared down. He suddenly attacked those leathery wrecking balls, kissing with a pair of soft equine lips, suckling at the flesh over and over again. Aalum hissed through gritted teeth, the grip on the back of Odah's head growing a tad tighter as a result. "Damn..." He let out, his own equine shaft draped over the younger lad's head, precum shooting out in a rope at the pleasurable surprise lip-smacking of his tanks. Those powerful hips jut out, giving Odah more room to work with as that tongue once more lapped at each orb like it was a thing to do. And it was, as a matter of fact. "Go easy, Odah. Don't -hrfh- wanna blow just yet..."

• In the interest of time.. -

Odah was lying on his front. He had been surprised to find that even laying on the furs-covered ground was pleasant. What had him wound like a spring, however, was the fact that, at Aalum's recommendation, his legs and thighs were split apart behind him, thus exposing his most sensitive of places; Namely, his exit-turned-entrance. It was a puffy, snug, but pliable ring of flesh that winked every so often with his heartbeat, with Odah breathing harder, his heart beating faster. His own bloated sack was also on display, mottled and leathery, dark as the night sky. Aalum had taken up position behind him, on his knees, with the older stallion's own equine manhood draped over Odah's pert, but rather shapely backside. At the touch of Aalum's hefty sack on his own ass, he flinched and let out a surprised gasp. The older, more experienced stallion let out a soft grunt, and one of his hands came down on Odah's exposed ass, gripping his cheek and plying it away from the other to get a better look at those goodies within. "Shh." He cooed, backing his powerful, muscled hips back to let that same breeding tool back, the flaring tip aligning with that soft entrance. His manhood, thanks to Odah's earlier ministrations. "Just relax."

A small, almost inaudible whine escaped Odah's lips, even as his tongue dragged across them. "Trying!" He let out, half out of frustration as much as he was anticipating what came next. He jolted at the feeling of a hard, burgeoning cocktip bump at his ass, but then tried his best to settle, looking back and over his shoulder while the admittedly handsome, older stallion got on his hands and knees over his prone figure. As a result, the way he was pushing was more down than forward, and utilizing this new angle, Aalum let out a series of grunts and bestial huffs, introducing proper weight to his attempt at penetration. Odah's fingers tightened around the furs on the ground, hissing through gritted teeth and tensing up. He then relaxed, and broke out into a long, drawn-out groan as he was speared for the first time by the sturdy equine's absurd dick. He was mercifully stretchy, that thick ring of flesh splitting open, causing inch upon inch of Aalum's manhood to sink deeper inside of that sinfully hot opening. The older stallion grunted aloud, nostrils flared, hot breath pouring over Odah's shuddering neck and back. "Good... Good boy."

It wasn't long before he had worked himself into the medial ring, with Odah feeling his guts being plied apart and impaled. Despite the pain, there was pleasure there as well. Below, sandwiched between the floor and his own body, his own sizable, thick mating tool pulsed non-stop, precum welling and shooting in small ropes on the furs below. He tightened and relaxed in rhythmic spasms on Aalum's stallionhood, feeling the thing leaking and drooling precum into his core, smearing the stuff against his inner walls. The two let out grunts and moans at roughly the same time while one stuffed the other, Aalum working it now in and out, building up a rhythm. Both of his hands, even while the older shaman was bent over Odah's body, were at the younger one's hips, squeezing it and holding him in place. He got to watch his own pulsating, meaty member slide ever deeper into Odah's awaiting body. In time, the zebra's vocalizations sounded less distressed, and more pleased, clearly having grown more accustomed to the sheer length Aalum possessed. "See? Just -nfh- enjoy it. There you go..."

Odah's ability to take it didn't surprise Aalum, who had expected the lad to enjoy taking it as much as giving. He himself was like that many years ago, having only had an eye for women, and only a curiosity for men. That changed on a night much like this, and now, it was Aalum's turn to bring out that curiosity in Odah. He worked himself in, gasping and grunting in bliss, eyes hazed over from the ever-powerful building pressure that gathered in his bloated, tightening nuts. Odah felt the same way, the immense slab of meat pumping in his rear grinding up against his most sensitive of areas, due to the sheer size of it. The zebra's hips shook and spasmed, and soon Odah let out a series of jittering groans, his whole body tightening while he gasped and shuddered. There was a sudden rush of cream from under him while the boy climaxed around the older, more experienced shaman's manhood, wracking his own body with waves of ecstasy. The stallion bit his lip and watched the younger of them mentally check out with the force of their orgasm, and Aalum found himself relatively within the same ballpark, likewise feeling the need to breed Odah's ass.

It didn't take long for the grunting, snorting stallion to drive his entire rod into Odah, their ballsacks meeting and grinding together while the zebra was hilted inside, almost like a mare being bred at her coming of age celebration. Aalum's fingers tightened their grip on the zebra, having adjusted their position to grab the zebra's ass and ply it apart, his waist a piston, pumping up and down in a quick, but with a power behind it that drove him to the sheath each and every time. However, he couldn't do this for long, his own body shuddering, balls aching and twitching, tightening up as they swelled. He buried himself inside one final time with a heated, trailing groan, and he dumped his virile load deep in Odah's insides. They both writhed with the sheer pleasure of release, Odah's own orgasm having been extended due to the fact that being filled from the inside was a wholly new and amazing feeling, his own hips shuddering back into Aalum's waist. He swore that his belly was being bloated out, little by little, but couldn't be bothered to check due to the mind-boggling power of orgsaming on a fat equine dick. He wasn't gay now, surely, he still deeply enjoyed burying his tool inside a woman and breeding her full, but as he panted and whined, his head filled with new fantasies of men and their fat, bloated balls and thick pricks. Aalum was all smiles, grinding his member while the last of his orgasm passed, the torrent turning into a stream, then a dribble, before he tugged his waist back and up, sliding out of Odah's insides with a wet, heavy "schlrp", that pucker re-tightening with a splash of leftover cum leaking out. The air was thick with heated panting and the afterglow of two stallions, chests rising and falling quickly, their half-hard members drooling in the cool air.

• In the interest of time.. -

Odah had finally gathered his things. He was surprised to find how much his things had been strewn about in just the few days he had spent studying under Aalum, along with the most recent... Lesson. Even if it was impromptu, and not entirely planned, he was... Perhaps grateful was too much, but he appreciated having his eyes opened to his own desires. He thought about this while he attached his food supply to his pack, gathered his cloak, and was ready to go.

Aalum saw him out, the two standing outside of the hut, at the edge of the forest Aalum lived in. The two smiled at each other, having chatted during the walk as if nothing peculiar had happened the day before. Certainly not Odah having his guts filled by Aalum, who was teaching him the glorious practice of receiving it in the ass. The zebra still felt the slightest bit heavy, even after an evening and night's rest with the older stallion. "Well, Odah," the older shaman said, smiling warmly at his striped brethren, "I wish you luck."

Odah grinned, and offered his hand out. Aalum returned it, clasping each other on the forearm. "You as well, Aalum. You teach well."

Before either were really aware of what was happening, their lips had met for just the briefest moment, between the young, virile zebra and older, mature stallion. Aalum let out the slightest chuckle. "Odah, if you find yourself in nearby again and need aid, I invite you to come to me here. I'll do what I can to help."

Odah bobbed his head in the affirmative. "I'll remember that, thank you." He chuffed, stretching one of his legs with a shift in his weight. "And I'll make sure to return the favor."

The zebra started to walk away, but Aalum blinked. "...Return the favor?"

Odah turned and grinned. "Next time, I get to put it in you!"