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A Day at the Zoo - Story by Kaz

Chapter 1:

Apache the dragon yawned and reached an arm over to buzz his alarm clock, which was currently pinging annoyingly throughout his tiny apartment, absolutely drowning the bedroom in sound. He'd grumble and groan, toss and turn a little, anything to try and stay in his comfortable bed. Alas, he knew he wasn't going to get that sort of luxury this morning.

Standing up out of the bed, he'd reach up to rub his fur-tufted eyes slowly, making sure he could open them fully. Opening the beautiful purple eyes, he'd yawn away, leaning his head back and exposing a white and black tufted 'beard' of sorts. He was a furred dragon, so instead of scales he was covered in gorgeous red fur, marked with deep black intricate markings here and there. Tucked between his legs, a sheath and balls like a canine, also black to match his inner thighs and buttocks. Bold, thick black patterned fur stood out on his chest and belly. The main body color of his fur was a read so bright and dazzling, it almost looked manufactured.

The dragon grumbled and started padding his way out of the bedroom, stark naked and not really caring. The dragon growled and gave a mighty stretch, flexing his wings. His wings were large and majestic, but when he folded them up they practically vanished, hugging his body and keeping out of sight. They were white rimmed with a gorgeous red membrane stretched between deep black claws at each tip of the wing. As an anthro dragon, these wings occupied the space where his shoulderblades should be.

Apache made his way into the tiny kitchen area, dragging his tail with him. He flipped on the coffee pot, grabbing a mug and leaning back against the counter. He'd built up a bleary morning routine. Though it was only 2:00 a.m. the dragon had to be to his job by four. He was a Zookeeper, tasked with the African quarter of the zoo. His job saw him taking care of Elephants, Lions, Zebras, Gazelle and more. He was something of a managerial keeper, but he too had people to answer to. If he showed up late he'd have hell to pay.

The dragon poured his first cup of steaming coffee. He preferred it black no cream, a half teaspoon of sugar. Strong and bitter just how the dragon preferred. He found that drinking coffee like that was the most effective way to wake himself up. He didn't like the flavor of the bold bitter coffee, and it was hot enough to sort of hurt. Two things that always ensured he was fully awake. Plus the caffeine coursing through him would take hold in a matter of an hour or so, keeping him roused for the drive to the zoo.

For the meantime, the dragon finished his first cup of coffee, setting the cup on the counter and slipping into the bathroom, turning on the shower and gingerly stepping in, pulling the curtain closed as he washed up. His apartment wasn't 'expensive' but it definitely was well cared for. The otherwise average bathroom was kept sparkling, with a nice zebra patterned shower curtain to remind him of his love for animals.

He finished up in the shower, feeling refreshed as he made his way to his bedroom, toweling off as best he could, digging out his work uniform. The zookeeper's uniform was pretty nondescript, a simple colored polo shirt with slacks to match, the zoo's logo emblazoned on the back of the shirt and on his chest. Underneath the logos was the word "ZOOKEEPER" in bold white lettering, set nicely against the dark green fabric of the shirt.

Once he was fully dressed, he made his way back into the kitchen, grabbing his second cup of coffee and sitting down at his small table, glancing at the clock and sipping it slowly. The minutes dragged by as he finished his second cup of coffee, standing up and stretching as he carried his cup to the sink, setting it down and pulling a travel mug from the cupboard. He filled his mug up and screwed the lid on, doing a quick visual sweep of the apartment, making sure everything was set for him to leave.

He grabbed his keys and the mug and headed out, locking his apartment door and starting down the stairs. He lived on the third floor of a large apartment building square in the middle of a busy district of the massive metropolis. Out on the street, he yawned again, making his way into the parking lot, heading for his car. It was a pretty basic four door sedan, silver in color. It wasn't too fancy but it also wasn't run down. Just an average car for an average dragon.

It was a bit chilly outside, so he'd brought his zoo issued jacket with him, and he made sure to crank on the heat as he buckled in, starting his car and pulling out of the driveway. He didn't have a very long shift, it was only from four to eight every morning. He was responsible for preparing the animals for the day to come, sometimes having to bathe them, usually just having to feed them and clean their pens.

The drive to the zoo was a quiet one, not many people out on the streets at this hour. He was always thankful for the lack of traffic, happy to be able to focus more on his own thoughts than anything else. He sped down the streets, occasionally sipping his coffee, nearly draining the mug before he reached the zoo. The zoo was visible for quite a stretch, massive signs noting its location. The premises themselves were equally large, huge buildings and the smell of animals wafting into the city air.

As he pulled into the large parking structure, he'd flash a keycard at the electronic gate, allowing him passage into the employee parking section. He turned his car into his usual parking spot, getting out and collecting his mug, locking up and heading across the parking garage. It was quite, dark and cold but he was used to these conditions by now. He was typically the only one in the open zoo areas at this time of night. Some of the other night keepers came earlier than he did, he was usually the last one to show up.

The employee lounge was dark, so he flipped on the light as he walked in, heading straight for the time clock. It was nearly four, and he usually clocked in fifteen minutes early so he'd get a head start on his tasks. After clocking in with his keycard, the dragon set his mug down next to the employee coffee pot, stretching and heading into the open zoo area, unlocking another door with his keycard, not in the main public areas of the zoo.

His first enclosures to handle were usually the lions and the gazelle. The lion's enclosure was not roofed in, but was extremely tall to prevent them jumping out. Reinforced fencing, concrete and glass made up the secure pen for the animals. Using his keycard again, Apache let himself into the employees area between the gazelle and lion pens. It was a huge concrete room housing various storage spaces for food for the animals. There was also a huge door that led into each enclosure, large enough for the animals to pass through, allowing them into the concrete room for transportation if need be.

He opened the massive walk-in refrigerator in the room, stepping in and shivering as he looked around, meathooks carrying large chunks of meat specifically for the lions. He'd always toss three hunks of meat for the cats, knowing they'd share the meat between themselves. Stepping into the enclosure, he took a deep breath, steeling away any fear he might've held. One of the first lessons he had to learn with these zoo animals was not to show any fear, or he might not walk away in one piece. Smiling happily, the dragon whistled, calling the lions out to him, holding onto the three fresh chunks of raw meat.

The lions came bounding around the corner, having been laying down in their secluded bedding area. They eyed the dragon and bounded right up to him, the cats going docile as they came closer, lying down and rolling in the dirt, pawing at the dragon's legs, signaling that they really wanted what he had to offer. He always laughed at this, reaching down to rub the giant cats up and down, giving them the attention they so craved.

After a few minutes of this, he threw the meat chunks in various directions and watched the powerful predators go to work, bounding after their morning meal. He smiled as he backed out of the enclosure, keeping the door tightly shut and locked as he re-entered the employees room with the meat locker in it. The gazelle were very different and easier to feed, just requiring the grass to be watered and some feed to be sprinkled over it, which he did quickly and quietly. They weren't social animals like the cats.

Once that was done, he wiped his hands on a cloth, exiting the employee area here and stretching, his next stop was one of the most interesting. The elephant enclosure. One of the largest enclosures in the entire zoo, there were only two of the elephants, and they roamed in a faux savannah, the grass always kept taller than the other enclosures. It was always interesting because rather than being afraid of being torn apart by animals like the lions, the dragon found himself more frightened of being stomped to death accidentally by the massive elephants.

It was something he was working on for sure, but he always did his best to get in and out of the enclosure as fast as possible. Today he entered the concrete building on the edge of the elephant's enclosure. It was just a massive open building, big enough to house...well...an elephant! He'd grab out his necessary tools to handle the elephants and took a deep breath, opening a small door next to the massive one, propping it open as he moved his materials from inside the building to into the pen. The telltale sounds of the elephants waking made him slightly on edge, but he refrained from openly showing his fear, feeling the vibrations as the elephants moved towards him.

Chapter 2: An Elephant Sized Problem

The dragon swallowed the lump in his throat as the lumbering shapes of the elephants appeared in the distance. Their containment area was much larger than most pens in the zoo, all things considered. They were used to large, open areas to run and roam in, and this particular zoo did its best to accommodate that. Tall trees dotted the landscape, and if it weren't for the fences and walls in view just at the edges of the enclosure, Apache could've sworn he'd been whisked away to the heart of the African plains.

The dragon moved over to a special console built into the wall nearby the doors as the elephants continued moving about. Now, this zoo was pretty fancy, and they'd designed a built-in sprinkler system to not only water the grass in the enclosure, but also to moisturize the elephants' thick hide. Simulating rain, the sprinkler system raised up from the walls of the enclosure on a button press, being completely invisible most other times.

Apache reached to press this button now, leaning against the wall and sighing, gazing out across the landscape. He could make out the elephants moving towards him, shaking in the sprinklers as they lumbered ever closer. They were both full grown, obviously well into their years. The wrinkles on their hide told that story. One of them trumpeted excitedly as it approached the dragon, kneeling down and shaking its head back and forth.

Even though Apache was afraid of being trampled by the elephants, he did find that they could be extremely docile and playful, almost like dogs. The dragon was used to them doing this when he turned the sprinklers on, it was their cue for 'bathtime'. The dragon hauled a huge brush from his tools, pre-soaked with a skin-safe cleansing agent to keep the elephants from getting infected. And so he hauled the heavy brush up and started scrubbing the kneeling elephant's hide, the other not far off, munching contentedly on some grass as it watched.

This morning seemed to be like any other morning where he'd clean the elephants, but the dragon couldn't help but sense something....off...with the elephants. There was just this feeling that hung in the air around them. He'd tilt his head and glance at them out of the corners of his eyes, his tail twitching nervously. Was it the way they smelled? Maybe...but something definitely wasn't right.

As if on cue, he found himself pushed back hard by the elephant's head, brush flying from his paws. He groaned and looked up, the massive beast climbing to its feet, trumpeting loudly and looking down at the dragon. Apache found himself paralyzed with fear. Was this how he was going to bite the dust? Alone in the park with nobody around to save him? Trampled at the hands of the very animals he was tasked with taking care of?

Just as he though the elephant was going to step on him, the giant animal started slowly turning around, facing away from the dragon. He was greeted with the sight of the elephant's massive rear end, its tail twirling around and around in the cool morning air. Apache caught a whiff of the elephant then, a strong and potent reek of animal feces. Had the elephant just farted? The dragon still found himself unable to move away as the stinky elephant rump waved to and fro above him...and then the unthinkable happened.

The elephant started lowering its rump, squatting down until the filthy puckered tailhole was just a few inches away from the dragon's body. He reeled from the shit-caked stink wafting down at him, the grey wrinkled tailhole winking at him, streaks of greenish shit caked around the center. The elephant trumpeted again, and Apache swallowed hard, trying not to gag from the stink. His eyes widened as he noticed the elephant's asshole starting to pucker outward, a bulge distending it, and he knew exactly what was about to happen.

The dragon closed his eyes as the smell worsened, the elephant's asshole opening up and pushing. He didn't want to watch but he couldn't stop himself from feeling it. A thick slurry of mushy elephant crap poured out of the gaping asshole, splattering down onto his body. As it made contact with him, he could feel the heat from it, the almost-searing heart as it warmed his limbs. He shuddered and actually gagged, a mistake that he ought not have made.

Opening his mouth gave the elephant's waste room to squish and slide into the vulnerable cavity. His eyes opened wider than before as he snapped his mouth shut, not before he got a good tongue-full of the animal dung. He wanted to spit it out but to do so would require him to open his mouth more, and the elephant's soggy foul waste was squishing up against his chin and lips already. Trying to spit would result in him having to swallow much more elephant dung.

Apache's eyes watered as the filthy mess smeared and oozed over his body, completely caking him in dung as a pile started to build up on top of him, burying his body in the hot mud-like substance. He knew what he had to do but his body was telling him not to. He closed his eyes and trembled as he fought his instincts, wrenching his throat muscles into action as he swallowed the mud-pie that had seeped into his mouth. It was thick and earthy, sticky and slimy and it slid right down his throat with painful ease.

He struggled to breathe through his nose, completely coated in the elephant's waste now. Just when he thought the worst was over, the elephant sat down fully on the dragon's face, a feat which might have crushed the dragon's head had the elephant's asshole not been so lubricated with gooey sticky shit. Instead, the dragon found his world going dark as a thick, wriggling tunnel squished and squeezed around his head. Had his head just vanished up the elephant's dirty ass?!?

The dragon couldn't breathe from holding his mouth closed so he gasped, instantly regretting it as his mouth was flooded with a fresh serving of dirty elephant shit, directly from inside the flexing, heated anal walls of the beast. He closed his lips again and exhaled impatiently, trying to wriggle his way free. However he knew he couldn't overpower the elephant...that sign of defeat he gave, his body going limp, was all the elephant needed.

The elephant's body tensed, and its anus gave a disturbingly strong pull, and Apache found his shoulders lodging into the tight cavity, the elephant trumpeting and vibrating all throughout his body. He started to panic, wriggling in his sloppy shit-smeared bond, but the elephant was relentless. It continued to flex and wink its hole until apache was slid inside up to his waist. He cried out inside the shitty cavity, resulting in a flood of the stuff to wash down his throat again.

He trembled violently as he felt the elephant's body give another powerful tug, and he was completely encased in the dirty anus, the velvety walls pulsating and squeezing every inch of his body. He kept his eyes and mouth closed now, struggling to fight against the elephant's body with his arms and legs, flailing. It seemed that the elephant didn't have much of a plan for him past this...after another series of loud trumpets, the hole started convulsing around him, and he felt his legs hit the cool air again.

The elephant continued pushing the dragon out like a turd, its body trembling as Apache slid from its massive ass, ending up in a pile of the droppings, a few stray turds plopping down over his weary body. Finally able to breathe, he clawed the shit out of his face, huffing the air thankfully, tears streaming down his face. He was struggling to understand what had just happened....but it seemed the elephants were done with him.

He could feel their footsteps as they trudged off into the dark enclosure, leaving him there in a mess of filth. He sat up slowly, wringing the shit from his face as he glanced around, shuddering as he came to a disgusting realization. There, feet away from where he was lying, were two thick white puddles of fluid, running across the ground and mingling with the shit...and then it hit him.

He'd just been used as a playtoy, a sexual gratification device for the elephants. One had used him to massage its anus while the other got off to watching. He wanted to heave and throw up on the spot, but he knew he had to get out of there and clean up. He shakily got to his feet, the dragon turning and calmly walking back out of the pen, locking it up as he went. He didn't know what to do. As he came out of the elephant's enclosure, he looked around wildly, seeing his manager disappear into the next pen over.

Frantically he ran towards the gate he'd watched his boss go into. What was he going to say? How could he explain his shit-covered body and the mess he'd left in the elephant's pen? The dragon fought in his mind for a plausible explanation, arriving at none. He'd just have to tell his boss the truth. He'd probably end up jobless, and maybe even worse....

Arriving at the gate he'd watched his boss enter, he noted it was the zebra's enclosure. They were usually docile and avoided the keepers for the most part, so Apache felt relatively at east when he opened the gate and stepped into the enclosure, still dripping fresh hot elephant shit. He scanned the pen looking for signs of his boss, but found none. Puzzling....

Stepping forward, he laid eyes on one of the zebras, grazing peacefully in the distance. He called out for his boss, stepping further into the enclosure, leaning up against a fence to look for his boss. That was his fatal mistake, choosing to lean over the fence like that. He'd soon learn that the elephants weren't the only ones suffering from some strange 'condition' this morning. The breath rushed out of him as he felt a powerful weight pin him to the fence, and he struggled to get free. His blood ran cold when he felt a pair of sharp hooves pry his loose fitting pants down....

Chapter 3: Don't Mess with Zebras

Apache tried hard to push with his back, to nudge the weight off of his back. He tried to duck and roll out from under the animal. But his wriggling and squirming only helped make it easier for the zebra to down the dragon's pants. He was shaking, still reeling over the events that had happened to him. Elephant shit dripped in warm, gooey splatters with lewd wet sounds as he was shaken around. As soon as his pants went down, he wanted to gag. He could feel hot runny elephant dung staining his underwear, coming in contact with his balls, his ass....Due to the way he was bent over onto the fence, the very center of the waistband of his underwear was just a little bit raised off of his back, allowing a fresh slop of dung to literally cream his ass crack.

Apache struggled, his pants at his ankles, underwear quickly turning greenish brown from the elephant's dung and his sweat. He could feel a heated sloppy 'squish' in between his ass cheeks as the shit smeared around, and the most degrading thing was, the shit wasn't even his! His ass was filthy with someone else's defecation. Something else's defecation. He shuddered and closed his eyes, bowing his head and wondering exactly what was going to happen, the zebra weighing down heavily on him.

A few moments later, he felt the weight adjust itself more evenly on his back, pressing him hard against the pole, hooves dangling down over his shoulders. The dragon's face would've drained of color if it could've. He didn't need to look behind him to understand what the zebra had planned for him. The feisty male brought a throbbing thick erection right to the back of the dragon's underwear. Finding something blocking his passage, the muscular zebra whinnied and gave a powerful thrust forward, his erection flaring slightly as it mashed against the shitty underwear.

Apache bit his lip and whimpered, trying to clench his asshole as tight as he could, hoping to repel the would-be-invader. With a startlingly loud 'riiiiiiip', the dragon suddenly felt an intense heated pressure probing his sensitive hole, pressing roughly against the flesh. A whinny from the zebra confirmed that it had found its target. Apache closed his eyes tighter than before, holding so tightly to the fence under him that his knuckles turned white. He wrinkled up his face as the zebra prepared to claim its bitch. Shit was smearing over the thick flare of the zebra thanks to the dragon's ass crack being lubricated with elephant dung. It mixed with the strong stench of bestial equine musk, flooding the air and making the dragon woozy.

The zebra seemed to know what to do, and so it pulled its hips back, holding tightly to the dragon, before plunging forward hard and fast. Apache had often fantasized about beasts like this zebra taking him roughly in a private setting with lots of practice. He'd watched porn videos about the subject. Had even given the animals 'special attention' in certain places from time to time. However, as soon as the zebra buried its massive equine shaft in the dragon's butt all the way to the balls...in one brutal, bestial thrust.....Apache knew he'd never be curious about this again.

The piercing shriek that left the dragon's maw barely sounded like a noise an anthro could make. Tears streamed down his face, but the zebra didn't care. The strangely 'horny' animal started rutting. Instead of the usual short strokes of mating animals ending in a quick orgasm, this was different. Almost like the zebra knew just how to achieve maximum pleasure with its new cocksleeve. Long, deep thrusts pulling most of the shaft out before burying it to the hilt again...the occasional hip wiggle, rotating the thick flared cock inside the dragon's helpless ass. This feral, undomesticated zebra was...making love to the dragon's rump!

The slick, heated elephant dung eased the pain of penetration somewhat, but not enough to make a real difference. The thick flare of the equine dong popped in with a very audible slurp, instantly widening Apache's anal passage more than he'd ever been used to before. The dirty bestial dong forced Apache open and dug deep, mashing up against the dragon's prostate. Much to Apache's chagrin, the searing pain gave way to a minute spasm of pleasure as his own shaft erected between his legs.

The furious pumping began, and each deep stroke painted the equine shaft greenish brown. Due to the sheer deepness of the thrusts, the zebra's cock was digging out gooey chunks of the dragon's own shit, mixing it with the elephant's and increasing the foul odor in the air. The thrusting got more squishy and wet as it continued, and Apache found the searing pain fading away, replaced by a shameful pleasure deep in the dragon's body.

The zebra's frantic whinnies and snorts as it took perverse pleasure in ruining Apache's ass were making the dragon feel dirtier than he already did, if that were possible. He felt his tongue hang out and his cock spasmed, jetting out a gob of precum as his prostate was abused by the fat dirty equine cock. The thrusting started to slow down, and Apache whined out, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes. He thought it was almost over...boy was he wrong.

Instead of cumming, the zebra stopped completely, buried to the hilt inside of the dragon, the flare pulsing and widening inside the dirty ass before shrinking down again. This pattern of pulsing continued for a few moments before the zebra's urethra opened up a bit more, and a spray of heated fluids started coursing into the dragon. Apache's eyes went wide as he felt the hot liquid gushing up his ass. He could tell from the consistency that it wasn't cum. The zebra was using the dragon's filthy ass like a toilet!

The hot urine flooded the dragon's ass and began to fill his gut, making a noticeable swell in the dragon's belly, Apache's eyes rolling in their sockets as he whined, trembling and digging at the fence with his fingers. He'd found that the intense pressure in his ass was making him feel pleasure when he shouldn't, but he couldn't control his body. His yelps of pain started turning into moans of shameful pleasure, and instead of trying to get away now, he found himself pressing his filthy ass back onto the impaling zebra cock, urging it to dig deeper.

The flow of heated urine stopped, and moments later the thrusting began again. The same powerful, deep thrusts widened out the dragon's ass and mashed his prostate, things getting even messier now that there was a thick pool of urine inside of the dragon's ass. The sloppy shitty piss-squelching filled the air as the mess started pooling in Apache's pants and on the ground around his feet. He gasped and bucked hard against the equine cock on the next few thrusts, urging it to take him. He bowed his head and closed his eyes, praying that nobody was watching him get violated like this.

Just when he thought he could take no more of the brutal disgusting rape, the zebra let out a loud whinny and thrust his hips completely and brutally against the dragon, pressing him hard against the fence and hilting completely. Apache felt that flare widening deep within his bowels, plugging his passage and throbbing painfully. As it opened up, Apache lost it, cumming hard against the fence and the ground, gasping out and squeezing his ass down around the thick long equine cock, feeling it root around in his insides.

The flow of cum started up thick and heavy, ropes spraying inside of him. The zebra's cum was thick and mucus-like, slimy and hot, easily mixing with the messes that were already inside the dragon. Apache rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the fence, letting the zebra finish with his ass, gasping for breath and almost passing out. The zebra remained on top of him for a good few minutes, cum pouring into his wrecked ass from the zebra's heavy, swinging balls. They were resting on the dragon's own furred sac, and he could feel them twitching as they pumped him full of bestial animal cum.

The amount of cum that was flooding the dragon easily matched the amount of urine and shit inside of him, almost overwhelming it. Apache's bloated stomach swung below him as he continued gasping for breath, resting a paw on his stomach and groaning. The zebra gave another deep thrust before swinging his hips back and forth, pulling out nice and slow. The flare was completely widened and rammed the dragon's prostate on the way out before plopping out of the abused tailhole with a sloppy loud squelch, dislodging a torrent of mushy shit laced with cum and piss, splattering down into the dragon's pants. The hole ripped into the dragon's underwear was wide enough to reveal most of his ass now, his undies were completely ruined.

Apache lay there across the fence, his gaping tailhole struggling to close as it oozed sloppy remnants of his lusty encounter with the zebra. The zebra trotted off, his cock dripping cummy shit across the field, balls swinging merrily below him. Apache struggled to stand up, woozy and out of breath. He was trembling from head to toe, and didn't even think as he bent over to grab his pants. The bending caused his underwear to shred completely, tatters of the fabric falling to the ground. He groaned and pulled up his pants without thinking again, feeling a dirty wet squish against his entire crotch and ass, knowing he'd just squished cum, piss and shit all up into his fur there.

He was shaking as the dirty dragon let himself out of the zebra enclosure, heading directly for the main office building now. He had to get out of here...something was really wrong with the animals this morning, and he wasn't planning to stick around to find out how many of them were affected. Trailing the sloppy anal mess from his pants, he barged into the darkened office building, groping in the dark for the light switch, sensing that he wasn't alone in the darkened office. He froze, his breathing rough and shallow, eyes trying desperately to pierce the darkness in the office.

A voice from the darkness made his blood run cold, the dragon completely afraid to move, not knowing what was going on, but having a feeling he'd soon find out. "Well....you stink to high heavens, Apache...what on earth have you been up to, hmm? You're probably confused about the animals this morning....let's just say I prepared a surprise for you before you came in to work this morning..." It was the voice of Apache's avian boss. He closed his eyes and let out a whimper...it wasn't over yet....

Chapter 4: Part of the Plan

** ** Apache stood in the darkened office shivering, hugging himself with shit-caked arms. His legs were nearly like jelly, hole still weakly trying to contain the slop that the zebra had caused. The dragon tried not to whimper anymore, suddenly stepping back and shielding his eyes as the lights came on. As his eyes blearily adjusted to the scene around him, the first thing he noticed was that his boss, the anthro hawk named Mike, was completely nude before him, nursing an erection with his hand idly.

The next thing the dragon registered was that all of the windows were covered, leaving them completely obscured to the rest of the zoo. The third thing that Apache noticed was that Mike had an extremely lustful look in his eyes while appraising the dragon's shit-caked weary body. He grinned and winked "I bet you're wondering why you had such a difficult time with the animals this morning....let's just say I gave them a special something to make them more fun for you. I knew you'd come looking for me, so it was only a matter of time before I got what I really wanted."

Apache's eyes went wide and he started to back up towards the door, trying to escape in any way if he could. However, Mike wasn't about to let that happen, and the buff hawk pounced forward, pinning Apache to the very door he'd tried to use to escape, grimly grinding his erection into the dragon's shit-caked fur, making lusty groans in the dragon's ear and licking at his neck playfully, slurping a bit of the grime out of Apache's fur.

"Don't worry this will be fun...believe me. You'll be begging for more when I'm done..." The hawk grabbed the dragon and pushed him back into the room, deliberately pushing him into the desk nearest the pair of would-be lovers. Apache stumbled and reeled for a moment, until his chest collided with the desk and he felt a firm hand at his neck, holding him down. He got a chill and started to struggle, making little progress as the burly hawk tore off his pants, throwing them across the room, a wide smile crossing his face as he saw that Apache had no underwear on underneath. "Someone's eager, eh?"

Apache couldn't find the strength to cry out or even speak, his heart sank as he knew there was only one way out of this....give his boss what the hawk wanted. And so Apache stopped fighting. He merely lay there bent over on the desk, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as he waited for it to begin. He could feel the hawk's fingers digging into his sloppy abused hole, spreading the waste and cum around Apache's entire ass crack, completely sliming it up with the stuff. He shuddered as he felt the hawk's hand grope his nutsac, squishing the shitty cum into that also. Finally, he felt the hawk's chest bump onto his back, and a slippery, slimy heated hand wrapped around his sheath, beginning to tug as a heated pressure built at his hole.

The hawk pressed forward hard and fast, bottoming out in one intense, deep thrust, sinking his cock into the mess left by the zebra before him. He groaned audibly as shit smothered his cock, still kept hot inside of the dragon. And the slimy, drippy cum oozed around him, smearing into his own crotch as he humped at the dragon's prone ass, bottomed out and mashing against his prostate. "Fuck....that zebra wrecked you good didn't he?" Each word of the hawk's was punctuated with a loud and lewd squish, courtesy of the sloppy elephant shit mixed with Apache's own defecation.

Apache couldn't stop himself...he tried desperately but he couldn't. As the hawk bottomed out inside of him two things happened quickly. Apache's prostate being mashed sent a jolt of electric pleasure through his body, his cock spasming out of his sheath right into the sloppy waiting hand. The tight grip mixed with the anal pleasure he'd been given caused him to arch his back and cry out in pleasure, thrusting into the hand holding his cock. As soon as the pleasure passed, he laid back down on the desk panting, hiding his face, completely ashamed of what he'd done.

The hawk seemed to approve of that though. He started to goad the dragon on, trying to elicit more slutty behavior from him. The hawk thrusted and thrusted, grinding his hips around and swiveling his cock inside the abused hole, taking care to pay close attention to Apache's cock, squeezing and rubbing it, leaning down to bite at the dragon's cheek playfully. "That's it, Apache...just let go...it feels good doesn't it?"

Apache found that his situation was becoming less horrifying and more...enjoyable. Even the smell of the foul elephant shit, zebra piss, zebra cum and his own shit weren't enough to make the situation bad. And so he stopped repressing his real feelings. He slowly arched his back up, bracing himself with his hands on the desk, looking over his shoulder at the hawk, eyes lidding over as he began to clench his hole actively, giving the hawk some additional pleasure as those dirty walls closed in on the throbbing erection and began to pulse as one. "It does...make it feel better..." He almost whispered the words, feeling a depraved taboo sense of lust wash over him now that he'd let go.

The hawk's eyes widened for a moment and he grinned devilishly, having accomplished his goal. He continued his deep and powerful thrusting into the dragon, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. His chest was rising and falling as he gave Apache exactly what he knew the dragon wanted now. His breathing quickened, heartbeat thunderous in his chest as he locked eyes with the dragon, Apache's eyes partially lidded down, that lustful face as the hawk ravaged the abused, used asshole was all he needed. He locked his hips with the dragon's ass and his climax began.

Apache threw his head back and let out a breathy string of moans as the hawk buried himself all the way, bouncing his butt eagerly off of the hawk's crotch, squeezing down as hard as he could, every last inch of the hawk's thick cock getting milked from base to head and back again. He felt the hot sticky spurts of cum up his ass, even with the mess it already was. He bit down on his lip and whined out, continuing to bounce back against Mike, milking that cock even after the orgasm subsided.

Mike's body tensed and relaxed with each powerful jet of cum up the dragon's needy ass. He was letting out moans of his own, though much more masculine as he filled up that dirty ass with cum. Shit dripped in thick globs from his entire crotch and the dragon's body, quickly filling up the room with stink. He loved it. It's part of what made this sex so hot. The hawk could feel Apache's throbbing erection in his hand, but he hadn't felt the dragon climax himself. This gave the hawk a dirty, lewd idea. He grinned and slowly started pull out of the tight, clenching dragon hole, his cock slipping free and expelling another gush of shitty cum from the dragon's used ass. He bit down on his lip as he turned away from the dragon, moving to a desk opposite and clearing it with a hand, leaping up onto the desk and turning onto his back, lifting his legs and revealing a very dirty anus tucked between his feathered cheeks.

Apache was riding out the high of being filled again when he felt the weight disappear off of him. He turned his head and his eyes widened a little bit, followed by a smile as he realized what Mike wanted most from him. The dragon slowly slipped from his perch and moved towards the prone hawk, reaching him and grasping those ankles, pulling the hawk's feet over his shoulders, getting in close and leaning over the hawk missionary style. His throbbing slimy-covered cock prodded hard right between the hawk's cheeks, nuzzling the shit-caked anal flesh of the hawk.

Mike shuddered wriggled against the dragon's cock, pressing back as best he could, desperately wanting to be filled. He bit his lip and looked up at the dragon, whispering a single word dripping with lust. "Please..." he said. That was all he needed to say however. The dragon leaned down as far as he could to kiss at the hawk's lips playfully, his dirty body spreading filth to the hawk's.

Apache was in lust heaven as the hawk begged him to penetrate. And that's exactly what he did. He slammed himself all the way in, earning a sharp shriek from Mike, followed by intense and heavy moaning. The dragon wasn't used to such tight pleasure around his cock, and he knew he only had a few moments before he came...so he made the best of it. He pistoned his hips fast and hard, slapping against the hawk's ass with loud wet slaps, shit splattering against his body as the hawk sharted, a sloppy wet heated stream of Mike's shit just adding to the filth on Apache.

Mike closed his eyes and struggled to focus, just panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. Each deep thrust widened him in ways he'd not been widened before. He clenched painfully, the searing pain making it difficult to focus. But each thrust jack hammered into his prostate, spiking his brain with so much pleasure it made the pain okay. He was crying out, whining and moaning, tossing his head to and fro as the dragon savagely used his ass, and then it stopped with the entire rod buried deep inside, the dragon leaning down again.

Apache thrust himself home, sinking into the soggy waste inside the hawk as well as he could, his cock jerking and throbbing wildly as he came. He cried out with each powerful jet, his cock giving a sharp spasm with each one as he painted the hawk's insides, leaving him to collapse onto the hawk's chest, panting heavily. His throbbing cock was still completely hilted in Mike's now-used ass. And just as the zebra had done to him, he felt his bladder unload, a nearly painful stream of hot piss beginning deep inside of Mike, soon growing to a torrent before tapering off, leaving the hawk with an exciting new feeling in his belly.

The hawk propped himself up on his elbows as best as he could, groaning as he lifted the dragon's chin up and brought his lips to Apache's, frenching the dragon sloppily for a moment as his hands ran up and down the dragon's body. "Hey....you know, we've got a zoo full of horny animals and a few hours before anyone shows up. Shall we?" He winked at the dragon. Apache didn't even speak, simply pushed the hawk down and started thrusting madly again, tongue diving down the hawk's eager throat as they lost themselves to the dirty debauchery. What a day this was going to be....