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Byran was chatting on his mobile phone, hooves clomping as he slowly paced across the hardwood floor of the penthouse apartment. The Clydesdale was naked, mottled shaft at half mast and swinging as he walked. Muscles rippled along the horse's toned rump and defined calves, a little more tense than usual given his current state.

"Dude... yeah exactly. So he's all whimpering and begging for it and wouldn't ya fuckin' know it? We're out of lube. Huh? No, I don't use that shit, I'd go through a bottle a night! J-Lube man, whip that shit up in the blender from powder. I w- yeah exactly. Cheap as piss. Anyway, so we're out of the shit. NO man, I couldn't fuck him dry, I'd split him open like a melon!"

The front door could be heard opening, and then slowly closing. A little whimper followed. Bryan's ears perked and he stopped pacing, "Hey the slut is back. What? No, I sent him out to get lube. Naw, stores around here don't carry that shit, gotta order it on the net." He covered the phone's pick up and bellowed out towards the hallway, "Get the fuck in here slut!"

A poor bedraggled looking lion half padded, half limped into the open living area, wearing nothing but a collar and a muzzle. His fur was matted and he looked half dead with exhaustion. The jingling tag on the cat's pink collar read 'Robin'. The lion made it as far as the artificial bearskin rug in front of the roaring fireplace, and collapsed. Byran couldn't give less of a fuck, slowly walking in the cat's direction as he continued his conversation. "Naw, I sent him to see some guys from the lacrosse team. Hmmm? Oh, three or four. Let's see..." The Clydesdale bent down and gave the cat's tail a firm upward tug, resulting in Robin's hindquarters lifting, much to the feline's humiliation.

"OH yeah. They did me a solid. He's good and lubed now." The equine eyed his friends' handiwork. Their cummy contributions dripped freely from Robin's still slightly stretched tailstar. The feline's walk home had churned some of the sticky-slick mess into a light foam, which clung to the perimeter of that rosy asshole. The sight made the equine's rod stiffen right back up to full mast. "Yup, exactly, it was free too!"

"Hang on I'm getting a text." The horse lowered the phone from his ear to read it. He laughed aloud, making Robin whimper as his ass and hips were jiggled with every mirthful shake of the Clydesdale's shoulders. The Clydesdale put the phone back to his ear. "It was Jimmy and Todd. They say the slut's getting looser, the two smaller guys had to DP him to get any friction." The lion whimpered loudly, mortified that his sexual exploits and sluttiness were being told to someone he didn't even know. "No shit, I'm gonna tell them that. No, no, they should fuck his ears. Aural sex!" The caller and horse had a good laugh over that, even as Byran got himself a fist full of hip fur and roughly tugged the cat up into a doggystyle position.

The tawny, cumstained feline looked like he wanted to curl up and die. But instead he mewled in slight pain and quickly took up the position expected of him. In this position, it was clear that Robin was more of a couch potato than an athlete, just your average Joe... and somewhat below average in certain departments! The insides of his ears burned a bright red as he widened his stance as much as possible, knowing that he was going to have to take the foot-long horse dick very soon.

Byran stroked his shaft a few times, getting ready to plug his mare. "Hang on." He shifted the phone so that he could hold it between his big shoulder and the side of his head. "Hear me? Good. Man, I need a hands free for this shit. What?! Fuck no, I'm not putting you on speaker, this one is a suggestible little cunt, and I don't need him listening to your input from the back bench." Robin whined inside his drool covered leather and steel muzzle. But that was quickly converted to a yelp, as the horse pushed his flaring, mottled cocktip against the feline's cum filled asshole. It slid inside the lion with relative ease, that skin and muscle of the cat's backdoor still stretched tight, but not to the point of breaking.

"Fuuuuuck, I needed that!" The horse told his friend on the phone. That fevered girth slid over the lion's already abused prostate, twelve inches of love, right in the backdoor! As the Clydesdale bottomed out, he joked, "Balls touched. He's officially a faggot." Rough hands grabbed at the cat's tailbase and hip, not shy to push and pull at the squirming feline's body so that his sphincter slid all the way up and down his partner's rod.

"Damn he _is_ getting looser. He better be doing his Kegels. Yeah dude, he's more like a fucking masturbation sleeve than a person now!"

This set Robin off, whimpering helplessly as he was defiled, insulted, and turned on all at the same time. His four and three quarters inches of barbed kitty cock throbbed angrily against the cat's slight belly, stimulated by the fucking... but also by the mind game, from the fact that he was clearly nothing, and this virulent stud had chosen his worthless ass to fuck! The fact that four other guys had just done the same thing half an hour ago were less meaningful, but still shamefully present in the lion's guilt wracked brain. He tried to concentrate on the roar of the fire, but nothing would distract the cat from his shameful pleasure.

The horse's conversation with his friend had degenerated into shorter, more breathless statements as he started to get his rut on. "Yeah. Fucking him hard now." And he was, hips slapping lewdly against that cum and sweat soaked ass. His massive penis straightened out the bend of his mare's colon at the end of every deep-dicking thrust. "Huh? Yeah. Head over, you can have thirds."

The feline heard this offer and started crying pathetically, unwittingly tilting his hips up and back, like the slavish slut he really was. His angry little dick dripped freely onto the faux-bearskin, joining drops from the contributions of the four other guys who had already squirted into his hole that night. That angrily swollen cockhead acted like the cup seal of a hand pump, tugging and sucking out more and more cum with each lewdly squelching stroke. There was a steady stream of manjuice dripping down Robin's tawny thighs now, spattered everywhere when those pummeling horse balls impacted with the cat's fur and flesh.

"K. Naw, gonna sleep after, let yourself in." Byran ended his phone call abruptly, letting the cell phone fall from his shoulder, landing off to the side. He reached around Robin's hip and grabbed the cat's little dick. "Fer fuck sake, tighten up, gonna cum soon!" The Clydesdale started to grunt and whinny, like he was enjoying a fine mare in the thick of her heat! His strokes became ragged, inches pushing in and out instead of that full, majestic foot. His grip was bruising the kitty under his matted fur... but neither of them cared.

The over stimulated feline wasn't ready for that rough touch and squealed loudly. He squirted into the dominant male's grasp within seconds, body squirming and tailstar tightening right up around the horse's tool. As his worthless cum dripped into the fibers of the rug, he dimly heard those equine sounds of sexual celebration, drowning out even the sound of blood pounding in Robin's ears. That's when he felt it... the dick being hilted. The flare expanding, and that princely shaft pumping cup after cup of Bryan's seed deep into the slutty lion's bowels! Wordlessly, the males rested there for a minute, each just trying to catch his breath.

Then the Clydesdale broke the post orgasmic lull with a sharp slap to the cat's rump. He pulled out, all at once, without any ceremony at all. Cum from five men started to pour from Robin's gaping hole, as he gasped and whimpered into his muzzle! Remembering his training, he tried his best to tighten up as quickly as possible, flexing, squeezing his sphincter to try to get it back into shape somewhat. Byran yawned, and casually stood up. He hooked one end of a handy chain to the D-ring built into the plinth base of the fireplace, and the other to the lion's collar.

The horse bent, picked up his phone, and started to walk away. "Going to bed now boss, I have the Jacobson account to take care of in the morning. I'll have the papers on your desk by noon. Oh, Ted from accounting's coming over." The lion didn't even turn to watch the fine ass of his employee disappear into the master suite. Robin only had one thing running through his mind:

'Oh gods, I think Ted is a zebra!'