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Outclassed

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Anonymous

WARNING: This story contains: horse, zebra, muscle, hyper cock, masturbation, jealousy, oral, anal, minor cumflation, excessive cum and more. If you have a hatred of big dicks, then why the hell are you here? That's like all I ever write about! Oh, also if you are 18, you better go away as well. Otherwise, enjoy!

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When he slowed down enough to give himself a change to think about it, Zach realized that he actually had a pretty good life, all things considered.

The horse didn't have many times where he could actually stop long enough to ponder his life and it's meaning though, which went a long way to show just how well he was doing in the world. Zach glanced out the windows of his apartment to the rainstorm outside, which had brought his life to a temporary, but perhaps an even welcome halt.

Starting with his job as a sportswriter for the newspaper. Sure, they may say that newspapers are dying, but when you are with one of those flagship papers that everyone turns to, you have a pretty damn good job security. That job had a lot of perks, including getting to see virtually every major sports game for free, and the chance to interview all the major stars to the point that he was on a first name basis with them.

When he wasn't busy in the office though, Zach found other things to do: surfing during the summers on the beautiful beaches just outside his apartment; skiing in Colorado during the winters; spending the evening in the best nightclubs the city had to offer; going to the movie theatre once or twice a week with some of his friends, or a poker or boardgame night with others. And he somehow managed to find the time to workout to keep the fit and athletic body of brown fur and the long, luxurious blonde mane maintained and near to perfect as he could make it. Zach had always been well built and strong, especially since he was a starting pitcher in high school, which got him the scholarship to one of the best universities in the country. He was on course to the major leagues until an ankle injury sabotaged that dream, but gave him the opening he needed to put his writing skills to use.

You could say his life had been handed to him on silver plater, and while he would deny it, claiming it was hard work and perseverance... sometimes he had to admire his good fortune.

Zach glanced down from he lay, sprawled on the couch as the TV played mindless day-time television, shirtless, and with only a pair of shorts on.

"Well, can't exactly say that happened by hard work," he smirked, looking at the large bulge in his pants.

From puberty Zach realized that he was rather gifted, even for a horse. The innocent size comparison games of young boys always ended up with him as the clear winner, and only more so as the years went on until he finally peaked.

The thought of his size ended up stirring his manhood from it's slumber, making the already engorged bulge grow larger and thicker.

"Heh, you really are quite the egotistical fucker, you know that?" Zach said to his dick, but that didn't stop him from reaching into his shorts and pulling the black cock that was dropping from his sheathe, growing longer and longer and longer, until the shaft engorged with blood, stiffening up and filling out more until he was nearly head to head with his own cock.

Two feet. Twenty-four inches. The last time he measured, showing off to a potential partner about just exactly what he had in his pants. A dick that could have gotten himself into porn, had he not already developed a successful career.

Though, the thought of unzipping his pants in front of a camera, to show that the long, thick bulge running down the side of his leg wasn't fake, but the real deal, before having a cute twink with a big round ass, or a big-titted bimbo size queen moaning how big it was, giving him as much of a blow job as they could since they sure as hell weren't going to get the full length into their mouth and down their throat, before he would ruin their ass or pussy, making them stretch and gape from his sheer size, filling them up with his stallion seed...

Zach moaned, as his hands gripped the pop-bottle thick shaft, and began to stroke himself off, hands quickly flying over his long, veiny shaft, over his medial ring, right up to the flaring tip, as his go-to sexual fantasy played in his head, over and over and over again...

"Uggghh!" Zach gasped, as he finally hit climax, the hefty softball sized testicles that hung under his dick tensing up and letting loose the first massive shot of cum. The firehose on his groin shot straight into his face and muzzle, before the second and third arched over his head, landing with a wet splat on the hardwood floors next to the couch, then the rest landing on his firm pecs and six pack abs, rushing like a stream through the crevices on his body as he inhaled and exhaled from his impromptu masturbation session.

"Gahh, fuck," the brown furred horse sighed, as the heavy cock slapped against his belly, already loosing its hardness as his orgasm ended. "Man, gonna have to clean that up now."

Zach groaned as he rolled over, trying to be careful from spilling his spent seed all over the couch and floor as he went to go find a towel to clean himself and the floor.

As the horse returned from the bathroom after cleaning himself up to clean up the floor, there was a loud crash and bang just outside his door.

Zach jumped at the loud noise, and he ran to the door to peak out the pinhole view to see what was going on.

The door across from him was propped open, which was odd. That apartment hadn't been occupied for close to six months now. But now he could see a lot of cardboard boxes and plastic bins precariously stacked in the entrance way, and several more just outside the door.

He could hear some muffled voices talking just out of view. One female voice he recognized as the building manager, a grey-haired wolf that took no shit from anyone, and woe behold anyone behind on their rent when she got through with you.

The other voice he didn't recognize. But it was deep and masculine, most likely of the new tenant.

Zach walked back to his bedroom to grab a t-shirt, but not before using the towel on his chest and face one more time to make sure no missed splotches of cum would be visible, as well as shoving his now softened dick back into his shorts. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, Zach walked back to the door and opened it to say hi to his new neighbor.

He was greeted immediately with a near wall of muscle and brawn.

The horse stood in shock at the sheer size of the back he was looking at. The light grey t-shirt was wet from the rain outside, which made it that much easier to see every edge and crevice of the mountainous back, along with the thick and rounded ass barely being held in by a pair of black shorts.

He had to be over seven feet tall, and if the white and black stripes on the exposed parts of the arms and legs, as well as the large hooves were anything to go by, the newest neighbor was a zebra, and a really, really big one at that.

"Oh, hi there Zach," the building manager said, noticing the horse even though he was nearly hidden behind the giant. "This is the newest renter, Marcus."

The wall of zebra moved, and now Zach could see that it wasn't just his back that was big, the rest of him was as well! The t-shirt was straining over a thick pair of pecs that seemed to jut out a good inch or two from the rest of his torso, and Zach caught a glimpse of the bottom row of six pack abs due to the shirt's hem not coming quite low enough.

His shoulders were as round and thick as bowling balls, his biceps even bigger than Zach's head... without being flexed. Marcus had a chiseled jawline that movie stars desired, and his long black mane seemed like what you would see on the cover of a romance novel.

Lower down, the thighs and calves of the zebra were as thick as tree trunks, because only something that big could hold up the rest of the giant equine.

And there at the zebra's groin was a really, really big bulge that seemed even larger in proportion than it had any right being.

Was it... even bigger than Zach's own monster?

"Hey there, neighbor!" Marcus said, flashing a smile with perfectly straightened and whitened teeth, before extending a meaty hand toward Zach. Zach, still in shock, raised his own hand, and was gripped with a lot of force before violently shaken.

"I... I... uh... just heard a crash," Zach stammered, rubbing his sore hand when Marcus finally let go. "Thought someone may have... uh... fell."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Marcus replied. "A box hit the door frame and crashed down. Don't think there was anything valuable in it... but all well!" the zebra said with a smile.

Zach nodded. "Well... uh... if you need any... help..."

"Nope!" Marcus said. "I think I got all my stuff in. But thank you anyway!" the zebra turned to the building manager. "And thank you again ma'am for this really nice place."

"Of course! Call me if you need anything," the wolf said with a smile.

Which was a whole lot more than Zach ever got from her.

Then just like that, Marcus went into his new apartment while whistling a song, kicking out the door brace and letting it close, and the building manager, returning to her stern appearance, made her exit, leaving Zach standing in his own doorway, confused, usure what just happened.

The stallion backed into his own apartment, letting the door close and latch shut, as if ending a chapter of his life.

He was always the bigger, stronger, handsome one. The thought that there was someone not only taller, not only more muscular, but possibly even more hung than he was shattered the image in his mind.

Yes, there were some people taller than Zach. And plenty more muscular. But there were very few that were both taller and muscular... And even fewer who could have had a bigger dick.

Marcus was everything Zach was, but more. Bigger. In possibly every department.

It felt... weird. That he had just been shoved off the top spot of masculinity and that he had since... well, he was young. It was a shock to his sense of self, a blow to his ego, a deconstruction of his internal image.

If it had been just a random person he met on the street, maybe a football player from another city he was interviewing, then maybe it wouldn't sting so much. Maybe he would have been able to push it out of his mind, like it was a bad dream...

But it was his new next-door neighbor, who he would be seeing a lot of in the future...

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"Heya Zach!" Marcus said, big beaming smile on his face as Zach left his apartment one evening. "Nice night out, huh?"

"Yeah, it's a good night," Zach admitted. He was in a casual Hawaiian shirt and shorts, getting ready to go see some friends at a local club. Marcus on the other hand was in a white tank top that looked way too small, exposing his broad chest the outside air, and a pair of leather pants that he should not have been able to fit in with how tightly it clung to his body, particularly around his crotch...

Zach tried to banish the thought from his head.

It had been over a month since the zebra had moved in. Zach had gone through so many emotions every time he saw Marcus, a roller coaster that he couldn't control, but could only hang on as his mood changed. Part of it was anger at being outclassed so effortlessly, suddenly and obliviously to Marcus; depressed that his whole self image had been shattered by the muscle hunk; and, though he hated to admit it, turned on by the thought of what he could be packing...

The worst part of it all was that Marcus was just so... friendly. If he had been the biggest, cockiest, most arrogant asshole in the world, then Zach could have gotten over it so much easier. But no, Marcus was a paragon of nice, all that was good and happy and fun poured into seven feet, 350 pounds of muscle. Which made hating him for being bigger and more handsome than he was that much more painful for Zach, though he couldn't get the thoughts out of his head.

Everything he had done in the past few weeks brought to mind the zebra. When he went to the gym, the thought that he would never get as big as Marcus, or the amount of work that would require, disheartened him. Using the dating app on his phone just reminded him that, despite his own good looks, all Marcus would have to do is pop out the door and that date would be ruined by the bigger, studly man. Even when the horse was jacking off, the thought of the giant, ripped, big cocked zebra surpassing kept creeping into his thoughts, and he'd wake up in the morning with a raging hard-on when his dreams all seemed to focus on his next-door neighbor, much to Zach's vexation.

But, by now, he was over it. Or at least he said so to himself. He'd come to accept that Marcus was just... there. He was going to be here, all big and muscular and well hung and easy-going, whether Zach liked it or not. If he just didn't think about it too much, then it wouldn't hurt. Polite greetings in the hall or lobby, go their separate ways, keep it to just pleasantries, then push the giant beefcake out of his head, as if he didn't exist until the next time Zach saw Marcus. It was a coping strategy more or less. One that got him through four weeks of being neighbors. What's another... forever?

"Where are you heading to tonight?" Marcus asked. "Is there a ball game or something on for work?"

"Oh, no," Zach said. "Heading out for a night with friends."

"That's nice," Marcus said. "Where you going?"

"A new club, The Gateway," Zach replied.

"No way!" Marcus exclaimed, with a laugh. "I was heading there too. Funny that, eh?"

"Yeah, funny," Zach said, inwardly screaming.

"Hey, why don't I take you?" Marcus said, wrapping a beefy arm around Zach's shoulder and pulling him close. "Gotta cut down on pollution and all that, right?"

Zach could smell the cologne that the zebra was wearing, a rather expensive kind.

"I... I... I guess so," Zach replied, though he just immediately wanted to turn around and head back to his apartment and turn into a hermit, to not have to have his inferiority rubbed into his face so... effortlessly.

But... how could you stay angry at Marcus, without seemingly like a terrible person yourself?

Marcus lead Zach to the elevator, and then down to the parking lot under the building. They walked past Zach's nice sedan and the other fine cars, all of them of the mid-upper tier bands befitting the people who lived in this nice apartment complex. But they finally stopped next to a bright red convertible, which would have been the most expensive car in the parking lot.

"These your wheels?" Zach asked, surprised. He always wondered who's car this was, since he hadn't seen it move much in the past while.

"Yep! A beauty, ain't she?" Marcus said with a smirk, before digging out his car keys, and sliding into the drivers' side. "Besides, not many vehicles you can get in my size, so you almost need one with a bit more head room."

The car roared and purred, and squealed out of the parking lot when the gas pedal was pressed, with Marcus driving the hot-rod like he stole it. Zach had a sudden feeling of what astronauts would have felt as their rocket blasted off from the launch pad heading to orbit.

They were soon cruising down the highway, zigging and zagging through traffic.

"Yah know, haven't seen you out much lately," Marcus said, as he took a corner a bit too sharply, making Zach cling to the vehicle for dear life. "Whatcha been up to?"

"Just... just taking a few days off work," Zach replied, swallowing. He didn't want to say part of the reason was Marcus, that his arrival into the horse's life had so upended everything, that even his writing and reporting had gotten sloppy. So he asked for, and got, a two-week sabbatical from the newspaper job, which he spent mostly locked in his apartment, playing video games and pigging out on delivered fast food and pizza while trying to repair his pride, trying to come to grips with everything.

And now here he was, riding in the souped-up car of his rival, going to the same night club that Zach was hoping would help get him back on track to go back to work on Monday.

"Well, everyone needs some time off," Marcus said, oblivious to his passenger's discomfort and internal struggles as he pulled up to the front of the club, brakes screeching to a stop in front of the large crowd gathered outside the newest establishment in town.

"And what better way than with some drinks and dancing, eh?"

Zach stepped out of the car, his legs a bit wobbly from the crazy driving. Marcus pulled out the keys and handed them to the young collie parking valet who came up, awestruck at the pretty car that just arrived.

"Take good care of her, eh?" the zebra said, slipping a banknote in with the key into the valet's hand.

The collie looked down, eyes going wide. "T-Thank you sir!" the collie beamed, before carefully getting in the car and driving it to the nearby parking lot.

Zach headed for the long line up leading to the club, but Marcus laid his heavy hand onto the horse's shoulder, and directed to the VIP line.

"W-wait, what?" Zach stammered, as the zebra half directed, half pushed him toward red carpet to the side. "How are you..."

Marcus just flashed his million-dollar smile. "Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing."

And to Zach's surprise, Marcus was ushered right in without the bouncer guarding the door even challenging him, even with a guest in tow.

The studly zebra continued guiding Zach through the already crowded club, with the thumping music and dancers on the floor, squeezing past the crowds right up to one of the large booths on ground level, near the bar that had a reserved sign on it, before plopping the stallion down.

"Here ya go," Marcus said. "And when your friends come, flag 'em over here. And the drinks are on me."

Zach was still dazed and confused, as the giant black and white striped muscle hunk went right off to the dance floor.

"Man, you are so lucky," a female voice said, snapping Zach's attention to the tigress in the waitress uniform.

"Hmm? What do you..."

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?" Zach asked, confused.

The tigress sighed. "You're here with M.K., one of the most famous models and actors in the country! He's been in a lot of movies, like romance and action stuff, and done photoshoots everywhere! I didn't even know that he was here in the city."

"I... I... he never said anything like that," Zach admitted. "He just moved in next door to me."

"Wow! That is amazing!" the tigress said. "Can you get his autograph for me?"

"I... I'll see," the horse said, the pit in his stomach falling even further as he placed an order for drinks.

"It's just a shame he's gay," the girl said when she returned with Zach's order. "I would have loved to be his girlfriend."

He was going to need a lot to get through this evening.

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"I'm... I'm fine," Zach slurred, as Marcus helped the horse out of the car. "I... I can walk on my own."

"You fell down twice leaving the club," the zebra said in a soft voice, helping the horse up onto his hooves. "I don't know if I've ever seen anyone drink that much before."

Zach had no idea the last time he had drunk so much. Most likely when he turned 21. But right now his whole world was topsy turvy, with everything swaying and bending and morphing.

The only thing that seemed to be solid and secure was... Marcus.

The zebra didn't touch anything that evening since he was driving, and he had been gracious enough to drive a couple of Zach's friends to their homes as well after they got sloshed and were unable to drive themselves.

That stung a bit as well. Even Zach's friends thought that Marcus was just the best: polite and friendly, outgoing and fun. They commented on his dance moves, on his generosity, on just being an overall nice guy. One of Zach's friends, one of the first he made when he arrived in the city, said to Zach that Marcus was great, and should hang out more often with him.

Which made Zach that much more despondent, and most likely lead him to taking a few more drinks than he should have.

The zebra led the drunk horse through the lobby and into the elevator, and then finally on the long walk to their apartments.

"I... I got it..." Zach said, trying to push away from Marcus, and reach into his pocket for his apartment key. He finally managed to pull it out after a couple tries, but when he tried to put it in the lock, he kept missing, unable to get the small piece of metal into the other bit of metal to let him get into his place, and away from Marcus...

"Zach, I think you better come with me," Marcus said, gently pulling the horse away from his door.

"No! No..." Zach slurred, pulling away from the Zebra... and falling over onto his face, his snout smashing against the floor, starting a nosebleed.

"Shit!" Marcus exclaimed, before ripping off a bit of his shirt and pushing it against Zach's nose, then hefting Zach up into his arms and into his apartment, through the kitchen and living room that was mostly a mirror copy layout of Zach's apartment, and toward the bedroom gently laying the horse down on the bed, where he almost immediately passed out.

It wasn't until the next morning that Zach finally opened his eyes. His head was pounding, his throat was dry, and he just felt like someone had ran over him with a steamroller.

"Ahhhh, fuck," Zach moaned, as he sat up, stiff and sore, his hangover worse than anything he had ever experienced before. The bedsheets had some red spots from where his nose bleed had dripped through.

But on the side of the bed was some wet wipes, which Zach took out of the container to get the dried blood off his face.

Once he finished that, and throwing the used wipes into the nearby garbage can, he looked at the digital clock on the bedside. It said quarter past 11 in the morning, meaning his Sunday was already nearly half over.

Not to mention that right next to the digital display of the time there was a picture on the nightstand of Marcus, flexing his muscles and his big friendly smile on his face, in a pair of posing trunks that was stretched way too tight. A large trophy sat beside him, and a sign saying that it was a bodybuilding contest from ten years ago.

The rest of the room had other pictures of Marcus in different places, doing different things. Other weightlifting contests. On the set of different movies. At those movie's film premieres. On beaches posing for photographs, or modeling, or working out.

Zach groaned, as he finally remembered where he was.

"Of all the places in all the world that I wind up in, it has to be his," Zach growled, before getting up on his wobbly feet, nearly falling over again as he went light headed. But he managed to prevent himself from falling this time, and made his way for the door out of the bedroom, then the one leading out to the hallway and his apartment.

Maybe he could get out of here and to his own place before Marcus realized.

He'd leave a note and some cash later, after he got over his hangover and could write properly again, Zach told himself. But for right now, he just needed to...

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open, and out walked Marcus, whistling some jaunty tune, using a small towel to dry his long mane and face, every inch of his body on proud display, every muscle perfectly carved and chiseled as if he was an ancient Greek statue.

And the mighty, two-and-a-half-foot cock, hanging limp between his legs almost to his knee, about as thick as a fire extinguisher, and two grapefruit sized nuts jostling for position between the tree trunk legs.

And he was soft.

Marcus pulled the towel from his face to see Zach standing in the middle of the living room, frozen in place, staring at the zebra.

"Oh! You're up earlier than I expected," Marcus replied, giving a somewhat embarrassed smile. "You were out cold, so I thought I'd have a shower, then make you a brunch or lunch, or, uh... something."

"Uh... no... no... thank you," Zach said. "I... I think I just want to go lay down... in my own bed..."

Marcus came up, resting a hand on Zach's shoulder, making the horse tense up. "Something wrong, buddy?"

Zach batted away Marcus' hand. "Wrong? Wrong? Wrong?! Yes! Lots of things are wrong!" the horse bellowed, spinning around, making the zebra recoil in surprise.

"Ever since you showed your big, dumb face here, you've ruined my life!" Zach started. "I used to be the tallest and biggest guy, ever since I was in school. Then you came and just... shattered that. Everything that I was, you were just... better than me! I had my nice life, working, friends, and all that, then you came along. A foot taller, more muscular, with a perfect body and face... and a fucking movie star! A champion weightlifter! And me? I fucking busted my leg, so I can't even play my favorite sport anymore.

"My friends think you are awesome. They would rather hang out with you than me now! You even got the bitch that runs this place to like you! I don't know if anyone has ever done that!

"But you are too fucking nice and kind, so I hate myself for hating you, for just swooping into my life like that. I thought I was a nice guy, but you make Mr. Rogers look like an asshole for how nice you are! Like I fell like shit for that! But I can't get it out of my head!

"And, and... to top it all off, somehow you have a bigger fucking dick than me," Zach said, gesturing to the zebra's exposed cock. "I was fucking huge, always was, but I'm like... nothing compared to you! Everything I was, everything I thought I was... and you just ruined it by existing! I never thought I was so self-centered and shallow until you showed up, and now my life is falling apart just because you are here!"

Tears were streaming down Zach's face now as a month of resentment finally bubbled to the surface.

"And despite all of that," Zach sobbed, "despite waltzing in and destroying me... I still think you are hot and sexy and it's just... ahhh!"

There was a long, awkward silence, punctuated only by Zach's sniffling, and the occasional door opening and closing somewhere along the hallway they shared, or a police siren outside.

"I didn't realize I was causing you so much stress," Marcus said, surprised and confused. "If it would be better, I could go find somewhere else to live..."

"No! No... no," Zach said, holding up his hand. "It's my issues, not you. It's not your fault, except being so big and sexy."

Marcus gave a small chuckle. "Really? No one has ever really noticed."

There was another pause, as they awkwardly stood there.

"Uh... so... thank you for looking after me after... last night. I'll pay to have the bed sheets replaced, and for my share of the bill last night," Zach said, turning to head to the door.

But before the brown horse could leave, a beefy, white and black furred arm reached up and grabbed Zach's shoulder, and spun him around.

To then be pressed against the door and kissed.

Zach was surprised, shocked... and not a little bit aroused, at the larger zebra's advance.

Marcus pulled away, a smile on his face.

"You are pretty handsome and sexy yourself," the zebra said. "And why are you comparing yourself to me? I'm just a big, dumb zebra. You are an amazing person in your own right. I only just met your friends last night, but they are such a nice bunch. They were a lot of fun to be around, yeah, but it's not like any of them are out only because you are well known for being a sports writer guy, but because you are just a good guy yourself. So don't compare yourself to me. Just... be you."

Zach blinked, still confused... but like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Though... if it would help," the horse said, leaning down again, resting a hand on Zach's bulging shorts. "Maybe we could work out a few of these issues, man to man?"

The horse was shocked and surprised, as Marcus got onto his knees in front of Zach, pulling down the zipper to his pants, then reaching a beefy hand into the stretched underwear, allowing Zach's two-footer flop free, hard and already leaking pre.

Marcus took hold of the large cock, and began licking the tip, the rough tongue on the sensitive flesh making shivers run down Zach's spine, and making him involuntarily moan out loud. Then he easily took almost half of Zach's cock in a single motion, before slowly bobbing his head up and down over the horse's shaft with a practiced ease that surprised the horse.

Soon Zach was bucking his hips in time with Marcus' motions, bucking in as Marcus went down, pulling back as he pulled off. Even as he was given a blowjob, the zebra was reaching up to pull down the rest of the horse's shorts and underwear, letting Zach's balls flop out and hang down. Zach scrambled to unbutton his shirt and set it to the side to join the big zebra in nudity.

Marcus grabbed hold of Zach's ass, and pulling the horse's groin closer to him, the zebra deepthroated the entire twenty-four inches of horsecock, making Zach gasp in surprise. Then, in a display of strength, the zebra easily lifted up Zach, and carried him, cock still lodged into his own throat, to the nearby couch, setting the horse down, and then continuing to bob his head up and down over the shaft, going faster and faster...

Before suddenly stopping. Marcus pulled off before Zach got close to his climax, letting the wet and heavy cock slap against his face as he caught his breath, throbbing and pulsing.

"Fuck, it's been a while since I last had someone even close to my size," Marcus said, as he fondled the horse's balls. "And what fat nuts you got. Fucking hell."

Zach bit his lip as Marcus jostled his testicles. "Ahh... shit, you know what your doing, huh?"

"I may have had a few flings in front of the camera when I started acting," Marcus said with a smirk. "You might be able to find them online, if you want to see a tall and lanky zebra get railed."

"What? You're a bottom?"

"You think I can use this thing?" Marcus said, lifting up his cock, now rock hard and just as big as Zach expected it to be, before pressing it against Zach's. "Look at this fucking thing! I honestly don't know if there is anyone except those guys that absolutely ruin their ass that could take my dick. And even then, it would be a challenge, I bet!"

It was at least a couple of inches wider than Zach's, and a half foot taller: a spire of potent ebony flesh, with a medial ring as thick as Zach's finger, and veins pulsing and throbbing along the side, keeping the blood flow to keep such a monster erect. And the flare on the top, though nowhere near as large as it would be, promised to nearly double in size at the point of climax.

No wonder Marcus was a bottom. He'd split people open with this log of a dick!

"Yeah... I think I've only ever fucked maybe... a half dozen people, ever?" Zach said. "Most people are just scared of my dick."

"So, really, you shouldn't get a bigger one," Marcus said, as Zach was struggling to wrap his fingers around Marcus' even bigger cock, he realized that maybe he was already at about the upper limit of a feasible fuck.

Soon the two of them were grinding their equine cocks against each other, frotting away as they tried to hold the two shafts together with all four hands.

"Shit, this is amazing," Zach said wistfully. "I should have had a mental breakdown earlier!"

Marcus gave a small chuckle, before he finally pulled away, then rolled over, exposing his round bubble butt. "Alright, big guy, let's do this. Lube is in the drawer next to the couch."

Zach stood up, grabbing the large bottle from the stand, and then giving a liberal squeeze of the goop onto his cock, using one hand to work it all over his cock, while his other hand began playing with Marcus' ass and lubing it up, first with one finger, then two working inside. The zebra moaned, relaxing himself as Zach slowly, methodically, worked the large, black pucker.

Then, pressing the head of his cock against Marcus' tailhole, he gave a small push.

"Ohhhh!" Marcus and Zach simultaneously moaned, as the zebra's hole stretched, and the horse's cock was tightly gripped. But Zach still pushed in deeper, slowly, inch by inch, until after a long, pleasurable time, his hips touched Marcus' ass.

"Fuck me," Zach panted.

"No, fuck me!" Marcus moaned, pushing back against Zach's body and grinding against his groin.

Zach didn't need another invitation, grabbing hold of Marcus' bountiful behind to brace himself, then pulling out most of his dick until only the head was still in Marcus' rear, before plunging the full two feet right back in, making the zebra whiney in ecstasy as his prostrate was hit by the full force of the heavy dick, sending shivers of pleasure right through his body. When he reached down to his stomach, he could even feel the tip of Zach's cock past his rock-hard abs.

He may not have been the biggest, sure... but he was just the right size anyway.

They soon developed a quick, hungry, passionate rhythm, with moans, pants, nickers, grunts, and snorts replacing any actual language shared between them. An animalistic desire had quickly taken hold of both of them, with wet slaps of flesh and fur against each other, as Zach got closer and closer to climax, and Marcus wasn't that much further behind.

"I'm... gonna... cum..." Zach moaned as he kept jackhammering his cock in and out of Marcus.

"Fuck... fill me up!" Marcus groaned, clutching the rug with tightened fists, grinding his own fat dick against the floor, nearing his own orgasm.

Zach dug his fingers into the white and black striped fur of the perfect round ass. He was so close now, he barely even pulled out anymore, just grinded his cock in the stretched tailhole, flexing his thick and increasingly sensitive cock.

Until he finally let out a whinny of ecstasy, and the dam burst.

The horse shuddered and shivered as each shot of his seed filled the giant zebra, moaning as his orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Marcus let out a moan as well, as the first shot from his cock shot out, hitting his pecs and coating the floor in a stream of cum that would have been twice or three times as much as any normal sized man's. But a second, a third, and a forth of similar volume and force quickly followed, creating a massive puddle of white zebra spunk.

But Zach wasn't done yet, as his own pent up balls released everything they could, flooding Marcus' guts with enough seed that even his own belly began to distend and round out.

Then, as quickly as their orgasm's hit, it was over. Zach collapsed onto Marcus' back, panting heavily as his cock, spent but still hard, throbbed inside the zebra. Marcus then flopped onto his side, dragging Zach with him, until they were left cuddling on the floor.

"Well... how about that for therapy?" Marcus panted, as he felt over his cum coated and bloated belly.

"It was fine," Zach sighed. "But I may need more sessions in the future. Still unsure about this whole 'fucking the man who outclassed you.'"

"That can be arranged," Marcus chuckled, as they basked in their shared afterglow.

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