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He had seen him sitting at the bar before, the crocodile. Clearly male at first glance, he was the kind of creature that seemed to be both genders at different times. In one light, he had the build of a young male; in another, his soft curves made him look overtly feminine. The horse watching him didn't quite mind either way. The reptile turned around, likely looking for a friend, when their eyes locked momentarily. The horse maintained his stare, but the croc looked away as soon as he realized the horse's gaze was not misdirected. He casually sipped at his drink, a fruity thing with a bright yellow parasol sticking out of it, as he occasionally glanced back at the muscular horse who continued shooting him sideward glances. In the dark glow of the club's neon signs, there could be no mistaking the intent of anyone with a hard stare, least of all in a club like this.

Cages hung from the ceiling, each containing a writhing, naked body. Their young, toned bodies betrayed their gender as male, yet the way they swung their hips said otherwise. They were of all different species, some larger, some smaller, the club prided itself on the diversity of their dancers. The horse's gaze was slowly drawn to them the more he concentrated on keeping an eye on the crocodile, who was far too...shiny to be left alone. His back was what he referenced, an interesting pattern of shimmering rainbow luminescence that ran from the nape of his neck to the end of his tail. They danced like reflections on water, the multicolored light pouring down his back. They were mesmerizing, not to say that the horse was of a soft will. His eyes were merely attracted by the pulsating colors like moths to a flame. The crocodile made another sideways glance at the horse and, noticing that his stare didn't falter, turned away shyly. His luminescent strands increased their pulsations, becoming a shade of bright pink. The horse took this as a good sign and figured there would be none better, so he picked up his drink and strode calmly over to the crocodile.

"You're very...colorful," he said quietly, approaching from behind. The crocodile jumped nervously and turned around to see the large male speaking to him. He blushed brightly under his scales (the horse could tell by the increasing pinkness spreading through his naked chest).

"So it's been said," the crocodile responded, a voice so quiet the horse almost strained to hear it. He chuckled.

"So, I take it you don't come around here often?" he asked. The croc shook his head.

"Call me a newbie, but I usually don't come to this part of town," he said, sipping at his drink. "I noticed you, um, staring at me from over there. I don't suppose it was only those colors that kept you looking, hm?"

"They played no small part," he said with a smile. "But they weren't the only reason. You seemed like you have a lot to talk about?"

"I suppose you could say that," the crocodile giggled. "But I don't have anything on my mind."

The croc turned back to his drink and sipped at it placidly. He could tell the horse was trying to pick him up, every male he ever encountered did (even the straight ones!). Some part of him wanted him to just get the formalities out of the way and just go with the towering wall of muscle, but another part...perhaps his predatory nature...just wanted to make the horse work for it...

"So where are you staying?" he asked. The croc looked up at him.

"How do you know I don't live here?" he asked, surprised.

"If you did, I would have seen you here before," the horse deduced, smiling politely.

"I'm impressed!" the crocodile said, clapping. "I'm staying in that hotel over on Buck for now."

"For now?" the horse asked. "You plan on moving?"

"I'm actually moving here in the next month, just had to come down and see some houses," the croc explained.

"Well no offense, but if your taste in housing is anything like your taste in hotels, you're in for a rough time," the horse chuckled, finishing his drink. "The hotel on Buck is revolting."

"Oh tell me about it," the crocodile laughed. "It's cheap, and I couldn't afford anything better."

"Well, how would you feel if I said that I know of a cheaper, better place to live?" he asked, looking down at him.

"Oh yeah?" the croc asked, looking over at him as he finished his drink. "Where?"

"I'll show you," the horse said smoothly and extended his hoof. "My name's Zann."

"Morgen," the croc said, holding his claw to the horse's hoof and shaking it pleasantly.

When they stumbled through the door of the Zann's apartment, the Morgen's thick thighs were already wrapped around his waist. Their snouts pressed against each other passionately, tongues swirling and exploring as they stripped each other. The croc pulled the horse's shirt from his back, rending it with his claws as the horse's massively muscular arms tore the croc's tight-fitting shirt from his equally tight chest. Their hooves and claws roamed each other's' bodies, teasing and playing in their alcohol-blazoned lust.

"Get the fuck off me," the horse ordered, the crocodile falling to the ground obediently.

"Yes Sir," he said, almost instinctually. Zann undid his jeans and belt, letting them fall to his ankles as he stood before the reptile, who sat lustfully on the ground, swishing his tail back and forth as he watched the horse strip. Occasionally, he would reach up with a quivering claw to just touch the horse's musculature, but the equine would playfully slap it away. The crocodile's long tongue lolled from his mouth, drooling as he watched the horse's package come into view.

He was enormous. His length was as thick as a beer can and likely as long as one of Morgen's arms! The crocodile immediately adopted a more hesitant pose, snout tilted down as he looked up at the horse submissively. When the horse knelt down and tilted his chin up so he was looking into those slit pupils, the croc's snout just inches away from his own. Their lips barely touched when the horse spoke suddenly.

"Get up and take off those jeans," he said sternly. The croc wordlessly stood and pushed the horse back from him, spreading his legs and bending over in front of him. The horse's eyes widened, the round, heart-shaped rump visible through the exceptionally skinny jeans. It was stunning, far more so than anything the horse could have predicted. Since they left the club, the horse had only gotten glances at the croc's corpulent rear. What he saw before him was more than he could handle. The slender croc's waist was slim, but exploded into one of the most voluptuous asses that Zann had ever seen.

"You think you can tame this, hotshot?" Morgen asked seductively, whipping back up and facing the horse. "Think you can make this croc purr?"

Zann didn't answer but simply waited, arms crossed, as the croc finally undid his jeans and slid them down his fat thighs. His cock and balls bulged through the tight purple panties he wore, and his exceptionally tiny length made Zann chuckle.

"That?" he asked, unimpressed. "That little thing?"

"Not the main event, lovely," the croc whispered and licked his snout before slowly pulling his panties down to his ankles. He struck a pose, letting the horse drink the image of his body before finally returning to his knees and looking back up at the equine. The horse, appreciative of the pose, sauntered up to him and separated the croc's legs with his hoof. Morgen whimpered as the horse's strong, solid hoof pressed against his plump balls, gently crushing them against the floor. The pressure increased and Morgen made no attempt to escape, in fact quite the opposite. As the horse's hoof pressed more and more firmly against his juicy sac, the croc wrapped his arms around the muscular leg and began gently humping his ankle. Zann smiled, giving the croc one hard press before finally letting up.

"Oh put it back, please," Morgen whispered greedily. "Please Sir, put it back..."

"On the bed, now," he said in his deepest tone. The resonant order made the croc quiver and he immediately leapt onto the bed, diligently maintaining the same pose of submission. Zann laughed at this, wrapping his hoof around the croc's scaly throat. "I didn't even have to train you."

His grip tightened, making Morgen's head spin delightfully. The lack of blood to his brain was electrifying the situation, making the croc's tiny penis throb with anticipation. His little pecker didn't grow or shrink, but simply throbbed like a clitoris, deliciously expectant of what was to come. When the horse finally released his grip, the croc was panting and desperate to be further abused.

"You can do worse," the croc begged, licking whatever he could reach of the horse's brown hide. Zann let a finger dangle over his head, letting the croc slurp hungrily on it, sucking it with his tongue and pulling it into his toothy maw. The horse noticed the croc's clit throbbing and reached down to give it a rub, using two fingers to just tease the head. Morgen's body shook as the horse teased him, his breath coming in small gasps around the horse's finger. He took the croc's balls in one hand and pulled them gently, planting his hoof on the smaller male's scaly chest and pinning him to the bed. The croc's already high-pitched voice got higher as his balls were pulled away from his body, the little reptile squirming under the equine's powerful hoof.

"Please! Please Master!" the croc begged, his voice barely a squeak. The horse chuckled.

"I'm your Master now?" he asked, continuing to pull. The crocodile's clit pounded, throbbing with every beat of his frenzied heart.

"Yes! Yes Master! Please Master!" the croc begged, his clit throbbing faster as the horse finally released his juicy, round balls but kept him pinned beneath his hoof. He took his long, fat horsecock and held it one hand, aiming it at the croc's face.

"Then crawl to the bathroom," he ordered. The croc, panting, eagerly crawled to the bathroom, his tail raised seductively. Zann grabbed Morgen by the back of the neck and hoisted him into the tub, standing over him dominantly. He aimed his cock at the reptile's face and released a stream of hot, golden piss all over him, soaking his scales and filling his snout. The croc gulped the warm piss down as fast as the horse gave it to him, anxious to prove that he was a good boy for his new Master. The river finally slowed to a trickle, leaving the croc fully drenched and moaning in the tub. He grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him to his feet before pressing their snouts together, tasting his own piss on the croc's tongue. They kissed as the croc's claws gently pinched and stroked, exploring the horse's musculature as their tongues danced.

As they kissed, the horse leaned down and yanked Morgen's legs up and around his wide waist. He carried the wet crocodile into the bedroom again and tossed him onto the bed like so much luggage. The croc bit his lip in anticipation and raised his tail for the horse, who only grabbed it and dragged the croc to the end of the bed. The horse positioned himself between the croc's cheeks and applied a small amount of pressure, making Morgen moan.

"You want this?" Zann asked. "You want daddy's cock, little pussy?"

"Y-Yes Sir, p-please!" Morgen begged, his tail wagging like an excited dog's. Zann gave his bouncy ass a hard slap and watched it jiggle relentlessly, his already hard cock growing even harder. He gave it a few more hard slaps until he could see redness peaking between the lighter scales, the wavelike ripples making his fat ass bounce and shake. Eventually he'd gotten his fill and mercilessly slid his member between Morgen's cheeks.

The croc squealed once as he was impaled on the fat rod and then shook as he felt it distend his belly slightly. The horse slid his whole length in and out determinedly, going at a quick but even pace. Morgen was no virgin, he had clearly seen his fair share of above-average length malehoods and likely taken more than one. He still couldn't ignore the enormous pillar of horse meat that was currently picking up speed in his ass, moving everything else in his body aside to accommodate itself. The croc rubbed his clit and groaned as he was pounded again and again, his insides beginning to swell with the horse's precum.

Zann had never felt an ass like Morgen's before. His cock was usually left cold, considering there were few males (and fewer females) who could take his full length. This little crocodile had managed to take it to the hilt and loved every second of it! He was warm inside, but not so warm that it made the texture of his pussy unnoticeable. Zann's cock jumped and twitched inside his coldblooded partner as he reamed his welcoming hole, spitting rope after rope of clear precum. He whinnied in pleasure, making Morgen giggle and moan loudly.

"Yeah, daddy! Take this pussy! Take this little sissy pussy!" he growled, his voice straining to hide the pleasure that was creeping up his legs. He hung his head and clenched his eyes shut as his body was rocked by the massive horsecock.

"You want Master's cum, bitch? Huh?" Zann teased, trying to rile the croc into a wild orgasm. "You wanna take this cock every day? You wanna get pregnant?"

"Fuck yeah! Fuck me, Master!" Morgen squealed. "Fuck that little pussy, Master! Fill me up!"

Zann grunted and sped up, his length slamming the croc's hole over and over again. Morgen was screaming by now, never having felt such a savage passion before! His clit felt full to bursting, but he knew he would not be able to cum unless he was told to. As his ass was plowed by the muscular horse, he turned to look at him with pleading eyes.

"May I cum please, Master?" he asked desperately as beads of sweat rolled down the horse's tight abs and chest, the horse's pace picking up incrementally. He got faster and faster, a sign Morgen knew meant that he was going to fill him the fuck up, and soon. Zann barely heard the question, but didn't care. Whatever the croc wanted, he would just say yes to until he came. It wasn't like the croc could hold him to anything, anyway. His cock was throbbing with every beat of his massive heart, each pulse practically lifting the smaller reptile off the bed. He was going to cum, and he couldn't stop it.

"Fuck! Fuck, whatever the fuck you want! Fuck YESSSSSS!" he neighed loudly as his cock finally finished, his cock throbbing in his slave's tight ass. His load came so fast and so hard that Morgen almost passed out when the torrent of liquid sent him seven months into pregnancy! His belly distended and became fat and round, just like his sissy balls which were currently in the process of squirting ropes of cum onto the horse's bed. Morgen screamed and clutched the sheets desperately as the horse's wild bucking threatened to throw him from the bed! His clit shot tens of dozens of sticky, white cumshots all over the horse's pillow and the horse noticed with an annoyed look.

After his orgasm throes passed and he was left balls-deep in Morgen's fat ass, he felt an almost adoring sense of mischievousness in the little reptile, like he was waiting to be punished and wanted it. He couldn't help but smile and grab him by the back of his neck.

"See that?" he asked, pointing his head at the cummy mess he made. Morgen nodded shakily.

"Yes Sir," he whimpered.

"What are we gonna do about that?" he asked.

"P-Punish whoever did it," the croc sniffled, his clit still throbbing in excitement. The horse laughed and pushed the croc's face into the now-cold loads strewn across his sheets, releasing a hot river of piss into his depths. It distended his belly even more, making Morgen shudder and groan as he felt the horse's hot water fill his boi-pussy. When he was sufficiently empty, Zann let go and leaned back, slowing withdrawing his cock until only the flared head kept him tied to Morgen.

"When I pull out, I don't want to see a drop spilled," he warned. With a small pop, he quickly yanked the wide head from within his slave and smiled when his tight hole clenched shut, keeping all of his Master's piss and cum inside him. He gave the reptile's ass two choice smacks, making him yelp as he stood up and began stripping the bed.

"Master?" Morgen asked as he pulled the sheets off with the croc still on the bed.

"You made my sheets dirty, now you have to be punished," the horse said and threw the sheets over the croc, who was still on all fours, afraid to move and risk spilling his Master's cum. Zann wrapped the sheets around the croc like one would wrap a present and tied the knot tight. Literally, the horse had made a sack for his trembling pet. He hefted the bagged reptile from the bed and brought him to the closet. He laid the sheet-bag down in a plastic box and prodded it with his hoof lightly. "You ready for your punishment?"

"Y-Yes Sir!" came the small voice from inside the sack.

"Good. Let it out," he said. There was silence from the sack for a second.

"M-Master?" the croc asked.

"Open up that sissy ass and let it out," Zann ordered, annoyed with his slave's lack of listening skills. The croc whimpered noisily before a gentle kick brought the sound of rushing cum and piss into the sheet-sack. Morgen whimpered and trembled in the mix of piss and cum which was up to his waist in the plastic box, contained mostly within the sheet-sack. He was already tasting the loads he shot onto the sheets originally, now he was sitting in a pool of horse piss and his Master's thick cum. Zann laughed and opened the sack slightly, pulling the croc's head out into the air.

"Goodnight, little boy," the horse grinned and pressed his lips against the croc's snout lovingly. They kissed passionately for a while, until the horse's back got tired from leaning down and he finally broke it. He stuffed the croc's head back into the sack and tied it shut again, closing the plastic box as well and leaving the slutty crocodile alone in the dark. Morgen's clit was throbbing hard as the strong smell of his Master's piss and cum made his head swim. His eyelids fluttered and he passed out, a grin of feminine satisfaction etched onto his face.

"Goodnight Master," he whispered. The horse heard him through the closet door as he fitted new sheets to the bed, but didn't respond. The croc would be there in the morning, probably surrounded by more of his own cum than he went in with. Zann could tell the conditions of his slave's punishment would likely make the little reptile finish once or twice in the night, but didn't quite care.

He flopped down into his bed and put his hooves behind his head, sighing happily as he heard the croc moan and fire another load into his sack.

"Good boy," he thought, and drifted off to sleep.