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Mith stepped into the sauna with a towel wrapped around his neck. The season was over and his team had done reasonably well in the playoffs but didn't quite get to play for the cup. No worries, he had plenty to keep his mind busy in the off season, and now it was time to enjoy himself so he was relaxing at a sauna.

There was only one other person in the sauna: a big muscular zebra who had a royal purple towel draped over his lap. He appeared to be sleeping so Mith didn't want to disturb him; he sat on the opposite end of the room to be safe. The benches, floor, and wall were all made of thin wooden planks, with a thick fog in the air from the steam. There was an idle bubbling sound coming up from inside the benches, but that wasn't uncommon.

The lithe black and white snow leopard ran his claws through his aqua hair as he relaxed, his own white towel draped around his neck working as a pillow to support his neck. He actually hadn't covered himself from the waist down; some liked going into the sauna naked, others preferred to cover up. Mith was an athlete so being naked was what he was comfortable with.

As he sat down, he noticed a small bulge in the zebra's towel. It wasn't large, and given the natural endowments of equines it certainly wasn't an erection, even though it was moving ever so slowly. "Mew?" Mith purred as he cocked his head to the side to get a better look, but the steam in the room was too thick for him to see any more than the vague movements of - something - shifting underneath the purple towel.

"Care to get a better look?" the zebra stallion mused as he pulled the towel off his crotch showing off his semi-erect member. The top of it that was draping over his balls had been growing and stiffening ever so slowly and it didn't take Mith long to realise that was what was moving underneath the towel.

Mith smiled a toothy grin as he forced his eyes up from the inflating bulge of flesh that was the zebra's member to look him in the eyes. "Thanks for the view."

The striped equine flicked his ears and smiled. "You're free to get a closer look if you want, it won't bite....might spit on you though."

Mith let go of his towel to cup his palm over his crotch; he could feel his own feline member poking at his pawpads. "Hard to say no to an offer like that." He slid his way sideways down the bench until he was sitting right beside the striped stallion, hardly letting his eyes drift far from the steam-moistened equine shaft. I looked so soft, so inviting; he had to actively stop himself from leaning over and grabbing it, just so he could rake his tongue over its slick looking length.

"Don't be shy, I'm sure it needs some attention."

A smile slowly spread across Mith's face as his eyes lit up, his tongue lolling out. Eager, he reached down with both paws and gently cradled the heavy mass of ebony flesh, tugging it out from between the stallion's muscled legs to have it bend and splash some sweet cum on Mith's cheek. He eagerly licked it up as best as he could, gently stroking at the massive length from the nubbed ridge of the glans to the velvety wrinkled sheath at the base. He trailed his fingertips up and down its length, tracing each and every vein he could find before wrapping his lips around the head.

Much to his dismay, even with his jaws fully opened, he could barely get the thing in his mouth, which elicited a hint of worry that his teeth would poke at the sensitive, rippled flesh. Instead, he pulled it out and gave the glans a kiss, his lips pressing into the depression in the middle of the glans where the jutting rim of the urethra nestled.

The stallion shifted a bit on the bench, spreading his legs as the wooden planks creaked under his massive frame. "Don't give up so easy. You got him excited, now you gotta make good on your promise."

Mith let out a gentle squeak as he fantasized about just what he'd have to do to help this stallion release some tension; he thought about a handjob, but no, a cock of this magnitude needed to get wet - well, wetter than it already was due to the steam of the sauna.

Without thinking about it another moment, the black and white snow leopard got up and walked over to the opposing bench, lifting his tail as he bent over, leaning on the bench. As his long, floofy tail extended upwards, it exposed Mith's cherry pink button of flesh lost in the middle of his rump fur that had grown a bit fluffier in the winter.

"A challenge, you say?" The striped one muttered as he got up, leaving his towel unfolded on the bench. He took only two steps towards Mith, each hoof making a loud clopping sound on the wooden planks. "Well I suppose a tight little rump like yours would be a cozy home for it."

Mith, still bent over and leaning on the bench, wiggled his rump and tensed his muscles to make his pucker pulsate. He looked back over his shoulder and saw just how big the zebra really was. For comparison's sake, the moist velvety rod of ebony flesh was as big around as his leg, the unflared glans as big as both of his fists bunched together side by side, and it was as long as one of his arms from clawtip to shoulder. "What are you waiting for?"

"That poor hole..." the zebra knickered as he wrapped one of his massive, powerful hands around his length, placing his thumb on the top right against the rim of his glans. He used his free hand to get a grip on the snow leopard's tail as he pressed the bulb of flesh against the tight little hole.

Eager, Mith pressed his paws against the wall to push back, applying pressure to the zebra's massive member. The pressure started to bend the thick shaft ever so gently, but the zebra gripped it tight to keep it straight as he tugged on Mith's tail, putting a slowly increasing amount of pressure on the little feline's tiny little pucker.

He could feel himself slowly opening up, the cherry pink flesh of his tail hole dilating to let the rounded tip of the zebra's glans in. He knew he couldn't get it in all at once, so he leaned forward a bit, letting his pucker slide off the cock head that was parting it, giving it a little kiss as the gape closed shut, a sticky stream of equine lubrication connecting the rim of Mith's pucker to the stallion's protruding, partially engorged urethra.

The striped equine squeezed his dick and rubbed it from his median ring to the tip, forcing out a thick bead of his precum to dribble over the rim of his cock, which he smeared all over Mith's pucker, using his head like a paint brush to cover every available inch of the feline's exposed flesh. Once again, he got a tight grip at the base of Mith's tail and tugged as he guided himself to his target. Again, the pressure made his length bow under the pressure, but the gently tenderized rim of flesh worked with the copious smearing of sweet equine lube, and the added support of his own hand still wrapped around it helped it push through the barrier. He knickered as he felt the feline's pucker dilate and glide over his tip, barely engulfing the wide rim of the head and swallowing the entire glans.

Mith bit his arm to muffle a pleasured screech as the girthy bulb of flesh slipped through his ass and expanded inside him as soon as the confining canal would allow it. The inflation of the equine's shaft actually sucked it up into him, a wet squelching accompanying the sensation of flesh gliding through a snug tunnel, bits of air escaping between the feline and equine flesh that sputtered bits of lube and moisture in the process.

The zebra slowly took his hand off his member as he felt the feline's rump sucking it up. He watched as three inches of him slowly disappeared, the hungry opening pushing out to envelop more.

Mith needed more inside him, so he clenched down as hard as he could then actually tried pushing the massive member out of him through muscle contractions, which actually shifted his insides around with a gurgling rumble, his rippled canal realigning itself and forcing more of its length to the rump to smother the equine head.

Both could feel the rippling flesh folding over itself inside Mith to smother as much of the horse as it could, but it was Mith that took the next step. He brought his one leg up to the sauna bench, a movement that shifted his insides around a little more and applied pressure to the massive member that was throbbing inside him, and pushed back with all his might. He wanted that cock in him; all of it.

There were no protests on either end, as the massive equine gripped Mith's tail base with one hand and grabbed his hip with the other, leaning forward to plunge his length into the feline's tight but amazingly stretchy backside.

The desperate kitty tensed up his paws, clawing roughly at the wood of the sauna walls as he felt every inch of that wonderful cock slip into him. The bulbous glans rammed forward through him, bringing the textured shaft with it; next came the cumbersome median ring that stopped for a moment before popping in with little resistance, capped off by the base of his tapered shaft, a glorious 8 inches that was covered with the most velvety flesh Mith had ever felt invade his backside; this was all accented by a network of bulging, throbbing veins that pressed out against every inch of his quivering flesh canal.

His own rapid heartbeat clenched his walls with every throb, a tingling hypersensitivity and warmth spread through his bowels and peaking at his stretched open anal cunny, which twitched in pleasure every time the well endowed equine's massive shaft shifted inside him. He reached down with his petite feline hand to rub at his belly, noting that there was a sizeable bulge jutting out in his midsection followed by a cylindrical mass that went from the bulge to his hips. Purring contentedly, he rubbed at the belly bulge to massage the cock inside him.

"Whoa boy!" the striped stallion warned, feeling his own girth throb against the stretched walls that were smothering it. He wrapped his free hand around the base of his cock and slowly withdrew it, the ruined anal rim gripping every inch as it slid out. He could feel the feline's muscular contractions in his hips and applying pressure on various parts of his member as it slipped past the relatively tight rump hole.

The kitty whimpered desperately. He really didn't want it to be over just yet. He tried to reach back to grab the slimy member, but its moist surface slipped through his paws, the massive glans acting like a plunger, creating a suction on his insides as it was pulled out.

Mith's hole was ruined, and as the zebra stallion pulled the last inches out of it, he released the feline's tail and held up his cock as the last bit burst out with a stream of combined fluids. Mith's hole was gaping wide open, the once cherry pink flesh now a deep red and the subtle ripples now massive, bulbous waves of flesh. The suction of the horse's glans mixed with the gaping abyss that was left allowed part of the feline's rectum to fold outward, hanging out of the gaping hole like a gorgeous flower made of flesh. The glistening rosebud dripped a steady stream of slimy fluid comprised of his own lubrication and the stallion's seed all over the floor, though not all of it fell as it was stuck to the rippled mass of flesh.

The stallion, still eager and in need of release, couldn't stand to see a kitty's rump like this, so he pressed his member to the quivering bulb of bright red flesh hanging out of the kitty's tailhole and rubbed up and down; his head was about the same size as the rosebud he was rubbing against, but that didn't stop him from thrusting forward with gusto. He whinnied as he felt his member push the flower of flesh back inside the feline, his own length soon following with a wet slapping sound as the canal walls gripped him firm for a second time.

There was a loud rumbling as Mith let out a combination growl and purr as he felt the girthy equine member slip through his hole, filling him up and distending his belly. He could feel the velvety, vein-laced flesh of the stallion's sheathe throbbing against the underside of his tail, the powerful muscles of the stallion's legs rubbing against the backs of his. He wagged his hips back and forth, gyrating periodically to get the firm member to slosh about inside him, stirring up his guts. He watched with glee as bulbous tip of the cock inside him slid back and forth, causing a distended mass to pace back and forth underneath his belly fur.

The well endowed equine felt himself approaching climax as his muscles began to throb and tense, his hips bucking involuntarily. It started with gentle thrusts, only an inch or two deep, allowing the velvety to rub against the well stretched and sensitive hole of the very loose feline without deep thrusts, but that didn't last long. The stallion moved both of his hands down to both of Mith's hips, getting a good grip so he could pull out half his length and force it back in, his heavy ebony orbs slapping against the back of the feline's legs, the motion of the cock pumping through the rump with a steady squelching.

Mith's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the leg-thick member pulverize his insides, his flesh tensing itself to get tighter with every thrust. He could feel his belly fur distend with every thrust, the glans expanding and inflating inside him before returning to normal with every tug. He tried to buck in time with the thrusts, but he found the equine was quickly growing rougher and rougher; not letting him have his aggressive way with him would not be pleasant.

There was a steady slap as every thrust had the equine's balls swinging back and forth, connecting with the moist backsides of the feline's thighs. He clenched his rump tight every time the stallion buried himself to the hilt, releasing as he pulled back.

Stallions are not known for their endurance, so Mith wasn't at all surprised when the zebra let out a deep knicker a few moments later as he pushed in deep, his swollen glans inflating to three times its normal size, the flare so big the engorged rim of it traced from one side of Mith's belly to the other, jerking widly as the beast behind it shuddered in pleasure.

The defined form of the flare pressing out against Mith's furred belly slowly faded as the thick mass of creamy horsecum flooded his gut, overwhelming him with a warm, sloshy sensation as his entire belly inflated out like a balloon, thanks to the massive eruption of the sticky fluid. Mith could feel the stallion's girth grow soft, shrivelling somewhat inside him before slowly pulling out. He desperately tried to clench his rump down to keep it inside him, but as soon as the deflating rim of the glans breached his hole, he relaxed, letting his ruined sloppy hole hang open, the flood of horse cum drain from him onto the floor below.

The sauna had remained warm and moist, but the sensation of the humid air tickling at the feline's tender and moist insides as well as the residual tingling left by the stallion's girth made him cry out in pleasure, his own member erect and oozing a few ounces of his own seed. He reached back to spread his cheeks, not wanting his rump to regain its form and close up, not after such an intense pounding.

The stallion stood behind him, massive cock swinging between his legs half erect, drooling a steady stream of creamy white fluid all over the floor in a zigzag pattern alongside the puddle that had formed between Mith's legs. He felt his energy draining from him so he stumbled backwards, each of his hooves clopping on the wooden planks that made up the floor. He sat heavily on his purple towel on the opposite bench.

Mith didn't want to leave such a mess, so he released his rump cheeks and hobbled his way over to the stallion, bowlegged thanks to the aggressive stretching he'd enjoyed. He knelt down and cradled the zebra's ebony orbs and licked at the underside of the shaft, gobbling up every drop of cum that he could find, careful to not let his velcro-like tongue catch on the stallion's velvety flesh.

The zebra's shaft reanimated itself, stiffening up once again to stand at attention. It wasn't as thick this time but Mith didn't mind; he happily stroked at the base with one paw as he rolled the stallion's balls in the other, licking at the shaft and around the head as best he could, purring all the while.

Neither one lasted much longer, as the equine's member quickly pulsed once again, releasing a stream of slimy seed right into Mith's open mouth, which he happily gobbled up; some managed to ooze out the crooks of his mouth before he could swallow, but that was okay, the scent of the stallion's earthy sweetness was welcome to gum up his chest fur.

He felt his rump completely close up, pushing the last of the stallion's seed out to dribble out and over his balls, trickling between his legs and over his sheath to dribble off the end of his cock, a puddle of combined feline and equine cum forming on the floor between his legs.

The Zebra's length once again deflated to rest over one of its owner's legs as he leaned back against the sauna walls. He watched as Mith cleaned off his mouth and sat up on the bench beside him, letting out a deep equine snort as he sighed. "The name's Stripes, by the way."