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Truck Stop Snacks

By Danath

Content Warning: Contains CV!

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-- 1 --

Big. Sleek. Shiny.

Alfred thought all of that and more as he watched the enormous blue 18-wheeler roll in the parking lot of the truck stop. It was a beautiful piece of body work, for sure, and his ears flicked as he listened to the sound of its engine. A nice, steady purr poured out of the exhaust just the way Alfred liked it. The dark blue paint had flecks of metal in it so that as it rolled under the huge, moth-coated lights surrounding the lot, it glimmered across all its various curves. The modern LED headlights were bright and shiny, no yellowing or dulling, and the cab was a rare double-extension, allowing a larger sleeping space in the back at the cost of hauling and gas efficiency. Most freelance truckers gave them a pass despite the extra comfort provided. The solid paint job was understated. There wasn't even a logo on the doors. The windows were tinted and appeared solid black under the lights of the truck stop sign.

The lanky, lean lion's shoulders curled forward in a slouch as he leaned back against the wall of the truck stop. He was off to the unlit side, mostly in the shadow, though as truckers pulled in - as the navy blue truck was now - their headlights would swing across his figure, illuminating his bare legs and flip flops, the tight t-shirt and sideways glance on the lion's questioning eyes. Alfred's tail twitched side to side across the back of his ankles and bare calves. The gold-furred lion's shorts hardly reached halfway down his thighs. They were tight enough to contour around his rump in the back and didn't even feature a tail snap - he simply tugged them up his skinny backside. The lion's mane was combed to the back and sides, framing his square muzzle and lips as he let his jaw hang half open, tongue just slightly extended. Posed as he was with his paws stuffed into his pockets, drawing the eye towards his hips and booty shorts, there was little mistake about the feline's intentions in the truck stop lot so many hours past sundown.

Alfred didn't care what people thought about his habit. Shameless, really, but it was easy and fun, which was enough for the feline. His hips shifted slightly as the dark blue truck's headlights centered on him, pushing them forward just a bit as they continued to swing past.

The truck didn't slow down, but even though it came in off the road nearest the most convenient spots closest to the truck stop's facilities, it continued past and ended up parking towards the other, mostly empty side. Alfred's lips pulled into a feline grin as he turned back around the corner and headed for the back of the truck stop. The slow night just got a little more exciting.

There weren't many lights in the back of the truck stop, just the constant roar of highway traffic passing through nearby. Alfred quickly headed for the truck on the other end of the lot and approached the passenger side door, which faced away from the business and any other prying eyes. As he stood on the footstep and held the bar to the side of the door, the window rolled down.

The lion's eyes widened. A wave of warm heat full of smoke rolled out of the window, gradually mixing with the slightly cooler air outside and dispersing, but not before going right through the nostrils of the scent-struck big cat. Alfred's claws extended slightly as the thick, masculine musk contained within the woodier scents of the cigar smoke seeped into his brain, making his muzzle water.

"Well, ain't you one cute little kitty cat," drawled the owner of said musk. "Lemme guess... yer down on yer luck an' ya just need a place to crash for the night?"

Alfred's eyes refocused. The blobs of shapes blurred in front of him sharpened, and then his eyes dilated. The interior of the cab was dim, lit only by a single overhead lamp at the moment, but the darkness wasn't the cause of the lion's physical reaction. Alfred's hips pressed instinctively forward, grinding his small, growing bulge against the side panel of the door as his thoughts filled with a deep and primal lust directed towards the cab's occupant.

Tall, thickset, and wide-shouldered, the zebra made the oversized cab still seem too small. A brightly colored shirt with a flowery red and blue pattern hung unbuttoned around his shoulders, only half covering the firm bulges of his pecs. The roundness of a belly created through hundreds of thousands of miles on the road pressed through the open shirt. Both chest and belly featured a thick layer of dark black hair that matched the stripes wrapping around his sides, the tips of which were just visible under the open shirt. The treasure trail going down the zebra's belly led to a pair of well-worn shorts. Though loose and baggy, they nevertheless betrayed the solid and unmistakable bulge of a thick male bulge.

The zebra's black lips and green eyes glowed from the light thrown off of the red ember at the end of his cigar. It was a big one, large and slow burning. A small exhaust fan built into the ceiling pulled most of the smoke out of the cab when his barrel chest exhaled, but as the big male's hand dropped from the wheel to squeeze his bulge, his other hand held the cigar in his fingers, and he exhaled towards the open passenger window.

"Yer welcome to stay, kitty. Don't mind the smoke."

The lock on the door popped open and, in something of a daze, Alfred's paws fumbled the latch until he managed to pull the large door open. He pulled himself inside and onto the passenger seat, then pulled the door shut behind him. It locked with a clunk as it closed and the lion shuddered as his nostrils filled with the zebra's scent. The rich, thick musk saturated the cab. Alfred felt like his nostrils were being assaulted from every side and he took in a deep huff. A wet spot formed on the front of his shorts as he sagged backwards, a dreamy smile playing on his thin lips.

"Looks like you don't mind at all. Heh."

Another cloud of smoke surrounded Alfred's head. He didn't cough even as he sucked greedily through his nose. The wet spot on his shorts grew as the spicy mix of musk and smoke tingled his whole body from the inside out.

"That cigar smells good," Alfred gasped. "What kind is it?"

"You didn't come here ta chat, didya?"

"Um... no..."

"Good."

The lion's moan stopped abruptly when he realized he was doing it, but he didn't stop staring as the zebra's hands gave his bulge a squeeze. The cigar returned to the big male's lips. The ember glowed brighter than ever as the waistband of his shorts went out and then down, before hooking under the enormous black nuts sagging down the seat. A fat sheath tipped to the side at an angle. Held upright, the somewhat wrinkly black flesh of the zebra's enormous sheath twitched, shifting a bit as it settled into place in the crook of the big male's thigh and groin.

Alfred didn't need to be told once. The lion turned and knelt on the passenger seat so he could lean over the center console. He didn't both using an arm to support himself - he had to have both hands on the trucker's enormous package first. The lion's chest and belly tightened as he felt the warm, heavy weight on his fingers, and how despite his size, the big male was still totally soft.

"Don't mind the smell, either," the zebra grunted from above. A cloud of smoke followed. "In the middle of a long-haul turnaround and haven't showered properly in about two weeks."

The lion didn't mind. He didn't even hear. His face planted firmly into the base of the zebra's sheath, pushing in until it wrapped around his muzzle and his head sank into the huge, plump balls below. His hips wiggled and his tail waved wildly from side to side as the zebra's hips shifted, giving the smaller feline easier access to between his thighs.

"Guess you don't. Heh."

The zebra fell silent at that, content to simply enjoy the lion's successful efforts to arouse. Alfred's tongue splayed around the huge balls, the fleshy sheath, inside the rim and down the sides. His paws pressed and squeezed, stroking and splaying, teasing the big stud's thighs and balls in equal measure. Saliva smeared across the flesh, turning it glossy, as Alfred huffed and grunted, unable to get enough of the trucker's scent despite rubbing his face and head over every inch of the plump, juicy sheath.

Alfred was hard. He was so fucking hard. The lion's thin thighs squirmed, pushing his petite sac and shaft side to side inside his shorts. Just huffing the zebra's musk was getting him close to the point that he felt embarrassed. Fortunately, the zebra didn't seem to mind, not that Alfred would know - the skinny lion was 100 percent invested in teasing out as many inches as he could.

The sheath definitely filled out over the next few minutes, but it was taking quite a while to get the big thing going. Alfred groaned as he sucked on the side of the sheath, then worked his way down to the huge balls again, lapping and kissing and mouthing in equal measure from one huge orb to the other before slipping his way back up. He never left contact with the big male's sheath or sac, unwilling to give up a single moment of musk-huffing and ball-worshiping.

Alfred, lost in his lustful haze, barely felt the powerful fingers that clutched around his head and slid him up so that the large, firm stomach pushed into the side of his face. The hand held him in place above the sheath. It bobbed in front of Alfred's open, drooling muzzle, as the fingers shifted to hold him tighter by the nape of his neck. Looking straight down at it as he was, Alfred could see the flared head inside squeezing outwards, but still embedded deep enough for the sheath to close partly around it. Even flaccid, it looked huge. The lion's loins burned with excitement as he moaned again.

The hand holding his head pushed down. Alfred's tail shot straight out as he felt the fat, plump sheath stuff up against his muzzle. He stretched his jaws wide, then snorted through his nostrils to quickly gather some air before the hand worked his muzzle down. The fleshy, bulging sheath filled all the space between his cheeks and his tongue and the roof of his mouth. His eyes widened as his tongue could hardly move, compressed as it was by the thickness of the pungent male sheath. The fingers clenched a bit tighter as it moved his head, rolling him around in a small circle in order to make sure the whole sheath was getting some sort of action, though with as tight as it was in his muzzle, there wasn't much room for fun, which was a shame.

The zebra, though, didn't seem to mind. His other hand draped over Alfred's hips, and the lion squirmed even more as the fingers clenched and pinched and stroked his upturned rump. The lion's moans grew louder by several clicks of the dial when one of the zebra's fingers slid under his tail and just kept on going, filling the lion's rump with a sudden digital surprise. His throat clenched, swallowing, as he moaned into the sheath. His tongue shoved forward, but could only go deeper into the sheath, where the taste of the zebra's flare only added to the surge of pleasure in the lion's quivering body. Though not intending to be rough or hard, the finger was ruthless and the lion's hips danced side to side as it toyed with him.

The flare shifted, then moved, shifting forward. It pushed to the edge of the sheath, and Alfred shuddered as he felt the girth of it between his lips. His paws groped at the zebra's balls as the length kept growing until the flared tip pressed against the back of his throat. He tried to pull his head away, but the large hand remained, keeping his lips around the base of the big sheath. Alfred's fingers clenched, gripping the zebra's balls tighter, as the flared tip kept on growing, far too large and powerful and virile to be stopped by something like the clenching throat of a lion getting fingerfucked like a puppet. Alfred came. His hips clenched as he seeded himself, cumming in his shorts. The zebra grunted because his flare was already bulging its way down Alfred's throat, and the lion's eyes rolled back into his head.

"Fuck yeah, that's more like it," the zebra grunted. "Takes a minute to get running, but watch out once it does."

The huge shaft grew longer, shoving and stretching and forcing its way down Alfred's throat. His nostrils flared, but this time to expel a few huge streams of pre-cum as the zebra's massive nuts decided to contribute. Alfred's cock jerked, still fully hard, as pre-cum rolled down his cheeks and chin and neck, soaking into his mane and fur. The hand still refused to move, even as the flare stretched deeper, to the base of his throat, then through the gap in his collarbones, and down, down, down deeper yet. The medial ridge had yet to appear by the time the flare deposited large amounts of pre-cum directly in the stretching lion's belly. The heat of the roiling pre-cum pulsing through him every few moments made his thin stomach bowl outwards, then sag, and that's when the zebra added another finger.

Alfred came again. His hips shook. He couldn't think. He'd never experienced anything close to this before. The casual dominance. The casual strength. The casual knowing how big an effect such a big dick could have... Alfred was putty. His throat stretched, his jaws relaxed, and his brain switched off as pleasure wracked his body. The taste drove him crazy, and as more inches of huge, thick zebradick flexed hard enough to make his whole body lift off the seat, he only wanted more.

Large hands grabbed at him, tucking his knees in against his chest and his arms in against his sides, essentially balling him up into a little lion fucksleeve. His tail lashed side to side as the huge zebra cock jerked, still growing inside him. His face mashed down into the huge black balls as the sheath, pressed down to the root of the shaft by his muzzle, slipped over it entirely instead. Alfred couldn't exactly groan with so much zebra cock stretching his neck and chest, but his whole body vibrated around the veiny, flared zebra cock. His cock jerked again as he came for the third time, but he was already firing blanks by now. The zebra's fingers groping his sides, holding him in place, using him so crudely... it was perfect.

The lion's eyes closed as the thick, stretchy sheath climbed higher, soon obscuring the cat's eyes and eyebrows. The zebra's grip changed so that while his large hands kept the lion's legs and arms bent and tight against his sides, he was able to simply lean back in his seat and let his huge shaft flop over his chest in order to be a bit more comfortable.

Alfred didn't think it was possible for him to cum again, but as his knees and swollen belly slid against the zebra's gut, his hips quivered anew, though little dripped from his aching erection. The lion couldn't understand how it could feel so good. His whole body twitched and pulsed as the zebra's humps ground deeper, tunneling through his bent-over, stretching, golden-pelted body. The sheath blocked out the light, but left his nostrils able to huff even more of the masculine perfume straight from the source, and his rigid, jerking cock continued to twitch with orgasm after orgasm. His belly bloated outwards, stretching and rubbing as it flattened over the zebra's chest and stomach. Bent over as he was, with the huge base of the zebra shaft lodged in his muzzle, and all of his head but the tips of his ears hidden inside the conquering sheath, there was nothing he could do as he felt the zebra's grip squeeze harder.

Lust blossomed anew. Every pump, every touch, every stroke sent a life-changing surge of pleasure through Alfred's slender figure. He was going to be ruined by how good it felt for the zebra twist him and squeeze him into the perfect shape for rutting. The lion's dark brown mane squeezed lower along with his shoulders, pushing the sheath back a ways each time the zebra's arms pumped him down, only to stroke him right back up, dragging the flare around and sending a symphony of signals through his fully open body. Alfred shuddered and twitched as he felt the massive cock harden, still growing longer and thicker as the true nature of the beast revealed itself in silhouette through the wriggling cat's belly. The shaft curved outwards, bulging lewdly away from the zebra as the flare disappeared deep into the lion's stomach. The long, smooth curves of the urethra and even the pulsing veins along the sides came into sharp relief, then the fat medial ridge distending the feline further.

Alfred squirmed. He wriggled. He gurgled and shuddered, but that was all he could do as pleasure consumed him. His bulging belly gave way as the zebra grunted, nearing full arousal. He wasn't sure he could feel his arms or legs anymore, but bathed in the musky interior of the tight, warm sheath, he didn't care - the heat and need inside his body was only building higher the longer the stallion's incredible girth ruined him. He had to have it - all of it. Every sacred inch. He needed it so, so badly that he couldn't stand it. His cock fired dry somewhere beneath his bloating belly as the zebra let out a huge growl and started humping faster, harder, pushing and squirming the flare and spiking the pleasure. Alfed's brain burned. His body ached. A powerful lust he could never imagine took hold of him and he gave himself up to it easily. He twitched and wriggled and vibrated and did anything he could for the massive cock, loving and worshiping and needing and wanting and-

"Awwww, fuuuuuuck yeah!"

The stallion let out a snort, tipped his head back, let out a sigh of pleasure as his flare finally shoved through the lionsleeve entirely. His fingers gripped what was left of the cute kitty in his hands as he pumped, each time grinding more of the vibrating mass of lion down deeper into his eager sheath, which swelled and bulged with movements as the pinned male felt the full experience of the zebra's massive arousal.

"Heh... couldn't resist a cute kitty like you," the zebra said, shivering as his huge stalk draped over his chest. The flare rested against his shoulder and neck, bent outwards by his pecs and belly, as his thick sheath slowly started to smooth out. "Though with as much as you like my big trucker cock, maybe this'll actually make you really happy. Heh..."

The zebra grunted, then stroked his fingers vigorously along his flexing, rock-hard dick. It pulsed as the sheath twitched, shrinking and pulling down into size, soon leaving no trace of the lion once trapped inside as the flare blossomed and the whole shaft thickened visibly.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck... soooo goooood... awwww, yeeeeah!"

The trucker's biceps clenched as he fired his load, unable to hold back any longer. His huge cock blasted the roof of the cab, splattering everywhere, then again and again as the huge male's hooves scraped across the soggy running boards and carpets. His thighs squeezed together, elevating his swollen testicles, as the massive arousal swelled with the additional weight and heft of the worshipful feline. The zebra ended up painting his face with his own shots as the tip flexed and jerked, barely under control - the urethra even managed to honk the horn on a few backlash-flexes throughout.

"Nngggghhhh... shit... fuck me," the zebra groaned. "Shouldn't have done that on an empty stomach after a whole day of driving, but that little slut was so cute... nfff... worth it..."

Sighing, the huge male leaned back in his chair and gazed around the sticky compartment of his cab, then down at himself and his oversized half-hard stallionhood still drooling and pulsing as it squeezed headfirst against the window.

"Ah, damn, and I just had this thing detailed!" he grunted. His fingers didn't stop gripping tight around his fat, throbbing girth, squeezing and massaging the newly-enlarged zebradick. The veiny, slightly spongy length was softening up a touch, but still drooling excessively as the bloated balls beneath tensed and clenched and swelled until his gym shorts were pushed down to his ankles.

"Fuck, guess I'm gonna have to phone it in."

After first wiping off his fingers on the only slightly dry bit of the passenger seat, he opened the glove box and pulled out his phone. As he leaned over, his massive cock slid down the window; when he leaned back, it squeezed flat, tip first, and pushed back up as another upwelling of seed splattered out.

"Fuuuuuck, that's good... tasty little lion... heh... oh, hello? Hi, yeah... I'm in the blue cab pulling around front. I know I'm being a bit of a bother, but could you send someone out to gas me up? I got a slight mobility issue at the moment, and - yeah, yeah. Okay, and hey, thanks, buddy."

The zebra put the truck in gear and drove forward after a quick wipe-off with some towels from the back of the sleeper cab and a change of clothes, though he let his dick spill over his thigh and across the center console to leak and pulse across the flat, empty passenger seat. A new cigar appeared - the last had been, unfortunately, soaked in too much jizz to relight. As the cab glowed with the bright red of the ember at the tip, leaving the rest of the pungent, seed-soaked interior in darkness, the zebra's large lips spread open in a big, satisfied smirk.

-- 2 --

Another day, another highway, another truck stop shower room.

Davy sighed as he felt the hot water spill down his back and felt glad he put in the extra few bucks for a longer soak. His fur felt refreshed after being stuck at the wheel for the last long haul. He had a day off before his next pickup, and he fully intended to use it to the utmost. Trucking wasn't as easy as he'd hoped when he signed up for the training, but once he was in, he didn't see a good way out, and now he was just about a year into the gig. The water was hot enough to fill the room with steam and the buck leaned forward on his arms and braced his hooves as it splashed over him.

Mostly the problem with the job was the lack of movement. Sitting for long hours on the road and the plethora of tasty truck stop snacks available along the way meant Davy put on a few pounds in the past year, all of it in his hips. While he'd never been either bulky or skinny and hovered in the averages somewhere, now he had for sure developed a full-on booty. The shape of his tail - short, round at the base, tapering quickly to a point, and constantly flicking as the hot water soaked through his pelt and into his skin - amplified the heart-shape made by the pale, cream-colored fur coating the insides of his rump cheeks, thighs, belly, and chest. The rest of him was chestnut brown, solid and dark, save for his black hooves and woody antlers.

The buck grunted as the water clicked off, then sighed. He should have sprung for another few minutes, or maybe even go for a hotel room for the night. It was an unnecessary expense considering his truck had a cabin bed, but still...

Lost in thought, Davy didn't notice that when the timer on the shower turned off, so did the auto-lock keeping the door closed. Still facing the wall with his back to the open doorway, he also didn't notice the interest that his plump, broad backside drew from someone on the other side.

Until, that is, the water turned back on. He blinked as it ran over his eyes.

"Uh, someone's still in he-"

He tried to let whoever had put money in that he hadn't quite finished, but before he could finish, someone entered the shower room. Someone big, from the silhouette in the steam.

"Hey, uh, I'm still in here, sorry, let me just get out of your way!" Davy said, hoping there wasn't going to be a misunderstanding. Not that he'd complain about a little action... but at a truck stop? He knew lots of truckers and it would be strange to see them around after a random hookup, so he avoided it.

Large hands wrapped around Davy's hips. Something even larger and heavier draped between his shoulders, then curled in against his spine all the way down to the base of his tail. Even more weight squeezed in against the backs of his thighs, rolling side to side and compressing around his legs.

"H-hey!" Davy gasped.

That's when the smell hit him: a thick, masculine stench that took his breath and his words away. He sagged forward, pushed flat against the wall of shower tiles, as the enormous weight rubbed forward. The tip spread outwards, he could tell as it rubbed against his neck, and as he reached back, trying to feel whatever was pushing against him, the sensation was very familiar. As his palms spread across an enormous medial ridge, he let out a low groan.

It was a cock. An enormous, massive cock with a hell of a medial ring and even a flare. The deer's knees shook, but trapped as he was between the enormous maleness and the wall, he could fall down if he wanted to. The huge balls helped too as they squeezed up into his thighs and rump. Davy could feel them pulsing and shuddered again. He was already getting hard as his nostrils sucked in the thick scent through the rising steam.

Turning his head, Davy looked over his shoulder and immediately pushed his hips into the wall as his dick jerked past full arousal and into something else entirely. The enormous zebra standing behind him was a real looker. A bit pudgy in the middle, perhaps, but broad shouldered and powerful, with plump pecs and bulging biceps. His hide pulled taut, the black and white stripes ending to leave his chest only white but for the thick mass of black chest hair. His eyes widened and his jaws gawped as he strained to turn his head far enough to follow that treasure trail down, but the big, solid black zebracock obscured the view.

The zebra himself didn't seem to even notice him, Davy realized. He was currently lifting one hand in the air and vigorously scrubbing his pits with soap and a cloth with his other hand.

"H-hey!" Davy wheezed as the huge zebradick slid up his back and over his head, squeezing him cheek-first into the tiles, before the whole thing dragged back down and slid between his plump, wide rumpcheeks. "Ohhhhhhhhhffffuuuuuuuuuuckkkk..."

The zebra's hips pumped slow and firm. The medial ridge massaged Davy from his plump ass to his twitching shoulders each time. Cascades of soap and water carrying more of the zebra's intoxicating scent splashed and drizzled around his head and body, resoaking him as his hips pushed back instinctively against the slow humps. Whimpers and moans were all he could manage under so many pounds of imposing and warm zebra shaft.

The humping continued as the soap turned to shampoo, then to conditioner, and then, as the meaty, veiny hardness pumped up his backside once more, into pre-cum. Thick, gooey globs of clear, pungent pre dripped down his head, shoulders, and belly, replacing the water with something else entirely. Davy's tongue lapped at his lips, tasting what he could get as the hard arousal sped up. Loud grunts and a few deep moans echoed through the shower as, finished with his shower, the big zebra was ready to focus on getting a handle on his huge arousal.

Davy couldn't believe how hot it felt. His cock jerked, pulsing, on the edge of cumming. He whined as the medial ridge ground into his spine again and panted hard. Grunting and coughing as pre-cum soaked over his head again in wave after wave, he could only squirm side to side a bit as the zebra's arousal overwhelmed him.

Large white and black striped hands wrapped around both cock and deer before dragging Davy upwards, lifting the squirming and moaning male from the ground entirely. His cock fired, erupting in angry heaving bursts, as the flared tip of the massive arousal pushed against his rump cheeks. Soaked in seed, snorting and gasping the thick scent and taste, Davy's fiery loins erupted again, stacking another orgasm on top as the flare prodded him. The huge hands clenched, digging into his sides, as his arms and legs went limp. His cock fired off a third time as the big maleness prodded him again, and he shuddered with need. He wasn't even getting penetrated yet, but Davy was already at his limit. His whole body was warm and hot, limp and unmoving. He could hardly breathe as his cock fired again, a fourth rapid-fire orgasm that drove any other cares or worries deep into the recesses of his lust-filled brain.

There was a snort from above, a tightening of the fingers, and then a slow and inexorable drag on his splayed legs. Davy's head twisted and his arms sprung to life, reaching to the sides or above him, scraping his fingers on the rough and impenetrable zebra hide, as the huge male started flexing his massive flare into his very, very penetrable tail hole.

The big male pushed forward. Or leaned forward. Or did something. Whatever it was, Davy ended up with his head pinned against the wall surrounded on every other side by meaty, plump pecs, while a heavy and firm belly rode his spine. The flare felt as though it was in the base of his throat, and his legs twitched around the incredible girth stuffing inside him. His belly took the shape of the enormous maleness, exposing the medial ridge once more, this time in silhouette against his creamy belly fur.

Davy had no time to adjust. No time to think. No time to wonder how it was possible. The huge flare moved, dragging back out until it was stopped by his own hole's tightness. His toes curled and his eyes squeezed shut as the huge length surged back in, slow and firm, grinding until the deer's plump rump cheeks spread across the zebra's large thighs. Davy gurgled as pre-cum gushed from his throat and spilled over his lips. The big zebra was too big. Tooooo biiiiig... sooo biiiiiig... Davy's eyes stayed closed as his cock dry-fired, rock hard and pulsing rapidly, twitching, as exotic and erotic signals overwhelmed his pleasure centers. His whole body distended around the incredible shaft, arching with the curve of the giant zebradick, and his arms dropped to his sides as his few remaining brain cells fired off in a non-stop loop of dry orgasms that left him heaving and squirming desperately.

The zebra's hands gathered him up, pulling his knees to his chest as his belly sagged in between, then his arms to his sides as well. The thrusting continued until Davy felt his throat giving way from within. His head was forced back, straining and straightening his throat, as the massive flare dug a path straight through his entire body. He shook and vibrated harder as his jaws opened with a spray of thick pre-cum accompanied by pleased grunts and groans from above. The hands pulled Davy down harder, faster, pumping him to the base of the meaty zebracock before pulling him all the way to the flare.

As Davy sank down all the way at least, taking the very final inches of the huge zebra's arousal, his jaws were split wide by the emerging flare. It popped past his lips, spreading over them, and trapped the deer in place. His jiggling, pre-filled belly sloshed as the zebra kept pumping him anyways, treating him exactly like a sleeve toy. The huge flare stopped the shaft from pulling back through his stretching jaws, so Davy could only wince and dry-cum every time the huge male pulled back. Considering he also dry-came every time the big zebra shoved in, it was a non-stop repetitive orgasmic loop for the twitching deer.

Lost in the sensation, Davy could only clench himself harder. He shuddered and groaned as he tasted the huge length, felt it surging inside him, swollen and hard and veiny and massive and so, so, so good. The buck's split rump jostled, jiggling, as the zebra pounded him harder and faster yet, rapidly lifting and then slamming him down again and again as hot water poured around him.

Davy felt the zebra's grip switch over. Huge hands wrapped around his antlers. His arms and legs stayed where they were - in fact, Davy couldn't move them or even feel them. But he didn't care. The antler-grip gave the zebra even better leverage to sleeve him and the lustful orgasmic pleasure making his brain melt only amplified at the first rough tug. The huge onyx shaft throbbed as he slid up to the flare, then down to the base, unable to believe how incredible it felt, how good and warm and hot, how the pulsing heat matched his own and how incredible the fingers gripping him were, how nothing else mattered as long as he was getting treated so rough, hard, eager, how he just wanted to serve this massive cock, to be there whenever the huge zebra needed, to stroke and fuck and suck and anything else he could do to serve, serve, serve! He felt so good... so hot... it was unbearably good and he couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't feel his cock or balls, he could only feel the zebra... that was all that mattered anyways... the zebra... the ze...

The big zebra grinned as the water finally shut off. His cock was half-hard and still dripping. Fortunately, the shower was rinsing most of his seed away. The brown and cream colored silicon sleeve around the base of his massive cock twitched and clenched. A pair of smooth antlers stuck out either side, perfect for holding onto as he power-pumped the sex toy, getting a few more long, arcing jets of thick white seed to splatter the shower wall.

"Ahhhh... that's better," the huge male grunted. "Fuck, I needed that."

Stepping out of the shower, he didn't bother taking off the sleeve or attempt to hide his nude body from the other truckers in the locker room changing area. The enormous zebracock swung across his knees as the sleeve, which started at the base, slowly squeezed its way down the giant stalk to the medial ridge, where it paused for a bit, and then, as the huge shaft continued to soften, down to the fat flare at the tip. The zebra nonchalantly toweled himself dry the whole while, oblivious to the envious side-stares and blushes of the other males at the size of his musky stallionhood.

There were a few muffled whimpers from around the locker room when the zebra grabbed the antlers and tugged, lifting his massive dick up and stretching the sleeve wide with the girth of his flare, but the silicon toy was no match and opened soon enough, his enormous schlong slickly exiting with a few last dribbles of white zebra spunk. The huge cock flopped down, smacking off his legs, before he dropped the sleeve into the gym bag full of his dirty clothes. He got dressed, pulling on a jock-style pair of underpants first - the cup helped keep his junk in place - then his baggy gym shorts and a fresh button-up shirt that he didn't bother to button up.

"Have a g'dun, fellas," he grunted on his way out.

-- 3 --

Terrence perked up as he heard the door to the truck stop restroom open. It was later - around 10 or 11 - and the spotted cat was about to call it for the night, but maybe...

Someone with large hooves walked over to the stalls. The clops echoed off the walls and ceiling. Terrence's belly clenched. A stallion? Could he get that lucky? The short cheetah squirmed from his perch on the toilet seat lid inside the stall closest to the wall.

The door to his stall rattled as whoever was on the other side tried to open it, but the lock held. The next stall over opened instead, and Terrence turned towards the large hole cut into the divider. Duct tape and some foam pipe insulation was crudely added to protect from the metal edges. Looking through it, Terrence watched as a huge zebra entered the stall. Big as he was, the enormous male blocked the light and left the small cheetah unable to see much of anything.

The scent, though, was more than enough. Terrence's eyes lidded over and he pushed his nostrils right up against the hole as a deep, rich, oversaturated musk flooded the stalls. His nostrils flared as the scent grew stronger. The cheetah's wide, blunt muzzle opened and his tongue lolled out as he huffed and squirmed. Between his thighs, his cock went from soft to fully aroused, creating a wet spot in the front of his tight, small shorts. Long and lean, the cheetah wore only those slim shorts - sans underwear - and a tight t-shirt that wrapped tight around his narrow chest and belly.

Something warm pushed against Terrence's tongue, lacing his taste buds with a powerful flavor. Beads as big as walnuts of pre-cum pushed from the tip of what appeared to be the tip of a huge flared cock. The edges of the flare caught on the padded rim of the gloryhole, preventing it from pushing through any further. Terrence couldn't help himself and shoved his muzzle forward, opening wide and extending his tongue to make out with the enormous flare. His eyes closed as pulses of thick pre-cum filled his mouth. What he couldn't swallow drained from the corners of his muzzle and down his chest, slicking his t-shirt to his skinny frame. His brain burned with the intense flavor of the rich, salty, musky pre-cum as his tongue pushed down the hole, swirling around and exploring while his lips compressed into the slightly spongy, warm, throbbing flesh.

A few low, deep grunts from the other side encouraged the cheetah. He deployed his rough feline tongue skillfully, teasing around the broad bulge of flare squeezing against the hole. His nostrils flared, sometimes expelling pre-cum when he inhaled too much, but even the odd fit of coughing couldn't hold him back from the intense, sloppy makeout session with the incredible arousal. The wet spot on his tented shorts flooded as he moaned and whimpered, hips wiggling beneath his waving tail.

There were a few more grunts and the flare shifted, twisting and turning side to side like the owner was trying to push it through despite the narrowness of the passage. After a few tries, the tip pulled away. Terrence's muzzle rested on the padded bottom lip of the gloryhole with his forehead resting against the top lip. Pre-cum drooled from his plump, puffy lips. His whole muzzle was smeared with seed and even more ran down his arms, chest, and belly.

The door to the stall next door opened. The owner of that magnificent shaft was leaving, apparently unsatisfied - or so Terrence thought. He could hear a few muttered curses.

The heavy hoofsteps echoed, but stopped in front of his stall door, which jiggled again. This time, instead of leaving it alone, whoever was on the other side gave it a good tug. The lock snapped, the hinges bent, and the cheetah's head blearily stared up at the enormous zebra, mouth agape and eyes wide.

The big male wore a blue flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his impressively large biceps. The top five buttons were undone, leaving the two sides open. The view of his plump, meaty pecs and pudgy belly also included a tantalizing glimpse of the dark black hair on his chest and the treasure trail that dove south towards his groin, before emerging to add texture to the massive sheath hanging above his thighs. The zebra's striped hide flexed across his hips and stomach as his huge, hard cock fell forward until it pointed straight at the cheetah's dazed face.

The lights went out when the huge zebra's hand wrapped around Terrence's head and dragged the unprotesting cat's muzzle to the flare. His paws spread over the shaft, sliding rapidly up and down as his tongue resumed teasing, licking, and making out with the throbbing stallion stalk. He shuddered and moaned as the fingers clenched into the back of his head, moving him around in circles, dragging and smearing him over the flare and under the crown, shoving his tongue along the throbbing veins or worshiping the fat medial ridge. Terrence's nostrils flared, luxuriating in the overpowering male scent, but it was like trying to jack off a power pole.

The zebra didn't seem to mind, though. The huge flare flattened against his muzzle, pushing hard until the tip actually stretched around his tongue and lips, then pulled in his nose. Terrence's cock jerked as pre-cum blasted down his sinuses and throat, rinsing and seeding him all at once. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hips jerked. The wet spot grew as he came, unable to stop the spontaneous lust that exploded from his loins at the intimate contact with the huge stallionhood. His ears flattened, twitching, and his tail wrapped around the zebra's wrist, clenching and squeezing over the powerful forearm, as the huge shaft twitched, pulled back, then pumped forward, thrusting across the bridge of his muzzle several times, right up to his eyes.

Terrence came again. He couldn't stop. It was so good. The smell, the rough touch, the heavy breathing, and the taste - oh, the taste! - was all too much for the feline's cum-fried brains. He sagged forward, squirming his face against the flare, as the fingers encouraged him on. Waves of pre-cum washed around his face as the shaft clenched around his closed eyes, then the top of his head, and then his ears. He moaned and huffed and gurgled and squirmed, shifting his knees across the floor as his tail twitched wildly and his paws desperately rubbed at the enormous length.

The hand on the back of his head moved to the back of his neck. Another hand grabbed at the base of his tail and dragged his lower body up into the air. The cheetah's fingers dug into the flesh shaft, compressing it tighter around his squirming head, as the flare wrapped around his shoulders and indented. His shorts dripped with his constant orgasms as his toes splayed at the pressure on his tail, which twisted around the zebra's wrist and arm again.

His head pounded. Blood rushed into his ears as the huge shaft bucked around him, flexing and shoving forward. The zebra's wrist pulled on his tail, half-dragging and half-pushing him deeper into the enormous length. The pressure grew and he grunted, bucking and twisting as he felt the outline of his own head in the shaft with his paws from the outside. Pre-cum spilled around his half-upturned body as the zebra reared back, lifting him higher into the air, until he was bent in half - head down, ass up.

The zebra's grip tightened. The thrusting hips sped up. Just feeling the virile, powerful stud stallion's pleasure growing because of him made the lust-mad cheetah's fragmented brain melt even more. His whole body jerked and wriggled as he came again. His fingers dragged down the shaft, pulling towards the tip, as his shoulders squeezed and contorted their way inside the suckling flare. Once his shoulders were in, he could feel the grip of both the zebra's hands and shaft work him harder, faster, plunging him in before dragging him back, accompanied by a flood of pre-cum each time. The cheetah's cream-furred belly swelled and bumped up against the flare as his chest sank in, but even that wasn't enough to stop the zebra.

Holding both of the cheetah's lean ankles in one hand, the zebra used his other to secure the small male's knees. From there, the moaning, gurling cheetah could feel his body straightened out and pushed ever deeper. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he couldn't think for all the cum and musk inundating his senses. His cock fired constantly, rubbed raw by the clenching insides of the huge zebra dick. He bucked especially hard once he felt the tips of his toes enter the warm embrace of the bucking flare. The stallion's hands wrapped around the stalk, squeezing and rubbing him from the outside while also forcing him down, down, down, into the swollen black balls draping below.

The pressure and heat intensified. As much pleasure as Terrence felt earlier, it doubled, then tripled, as he sank deeper and deeper into the stallion's balls. His body jerked, tensed, flexed, stretched, shoving outwards in all directions. He came harder than he could have imagined possible, a mind-blowing orgasm that wiped what little active thoughts remained from his cum-soaked brain. He gurgled in the sloshing heat of the stallion's sac. Unable to even moan as the seed claimed in, washing in around him, flooding his mouth and face, the walls of the huge sac closed in tighter. His pleasure spiked, his mind blanked, and an all consuming lust drove itself deep into his very core. He thrashed, endlessly pleasured, body on fire, mind consumed, need peaking, until-

The zebra shuddered as he rapidly stroked his arousal with one hand and arm. The other provided leverage against the wall to keep himself upright. His huge, swollen testicles contracted, squeezing and clenching in, shrinking in size as a powerful heat rose through his loins. His tongue fell over his plump lips as he stared at the wall in front of him. Streams of hot, white zebra spunk splattered off of and around the toilet, filling the bowl several times over with the first couple of shots alone.

"Nnnnfffhhhhh! Fuckin' tasty... hhhaaaaahhhhmmmfff!"

The zebra pushed himself upright and, while his hand busily stroked his enormous arousal, spraying gallons of thick spunk across the walls and floors in addition to the few ropes splattering the toilet, he reached around behind him and pulled a cigar from his back pocket. He tore the paper wrapper with his teeth, then plugged it between his lips and, with a practice move, nimbly produced a lit match to get it glowing.

By the time the cherry was fully red, his huge flared shaft was starting to relax somewhat. It was fatter and fuller than before, having packed on quite a few pounds of extra dick meat thanks to the spotted meal. The zebra grinned as he squeezed his fingers into the semi-soft shaft, clutching the medial ridge before dragging his palm down to the base. He gave his balls a good firm squeeze as well. They were pleasantly fat and full and about as big as his own head. The weight of the two giant orbs swinging over his knees was wonderful.

Smoke rose from the tall male's lips as he turned his striped body around and reached down to his shorts, ready to pull them up and leave. When he turned around, though, he realized there was another cheetah gawping at him through the broken door of the stall. He stared back, then the zebra's lips spread into a grin around the butt of his cigar. Down below, the huge flare lurched upwards...