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The day was even warmer than expected and Sam hated the school dress code more palpably than ever. The heat of the savannah sun seemed to be focusing entirely on the accursed schoolyard; "I can bake bacon on the ground on a day like this" thought Sam and tried to loosen his tie, half expecting a cloud of steam to escape from underneath his shirt like in an old cartoon. He wiped his forehead, cursing under his breath; by the time he got home he'd get probably headache. He walked out of the school ground, the light load of the briefcase with notebooks in one hand and the spare clothes from P.E. class in the other.

Jake, the wolf that sat next to him in math class, waved a paw at him;

-Hey. Going down my way? - he asked, panting from the heat, with a gleam in his eyes that indicated he'd like nothing more than to jump in the nearest river; the same strict school uniform that tortured Sam was graciously applied to Furs as well, with no exceptions, which had to be grounds for a health violation and was just plain wrong. "If I'm boiling in the uniform, Jake must be dying" - he thought. He secretly wondered how the wolf's toned boy would look in just a pair of boxers; or without them...

-You look stoned - concluded the wolf and Sam realized he hadn't heard the Fur's question, busy imagining what lay under that uniform.

-If only - sighed Sam - Man, it's a crime to make you wear this penguin suit - he pointed at the wolf's uniform and was rewarded with a laugh:

-All but the headmaster seem to know that truism. I think it's medieval torture or something; it's clearly not of this century, that's for sure. We're in Africa, after all! Not 18th century Great Britain!

-You're a hero for not passing out - noted Sam and the wolf slapped him on the back:

-Man, you're so sweaty; I'd think a human would take heat better

-Sweating is how my body deals with it - pointed Sam and the wolf panted heavily:

-Panting is how mine does; funny how we both seem to suck at it.

-All species suffer the same; nature's equality - noted Sam and the wolf burst laughing:

-You should tweet that! Make a picture of us dying of heat, just two skeletons in "St. Patrick" uniforms!

-We'd get expelled - noted Sam, tempted to Photoshop the image anonymously anyway. He took a mental note of the idea.

-Expelled beats French-fried - noted the wolf, and pointed to where the dusty road broke in two: - I gotta take the left, man. See you tomorrow - if we don't dehydrate to death.

-See you tomorrow morning, Jake. Freakishly early, as the school likes it- agreed Sam and continued down the shortcut to his parent's small estate. The little house with its powerful air conditioners pulled his thoughts like a magnet, but there was still a long road to go. Sam looked around, made sure he was alone, taking in consideration how far-sighted some Furs could be, teachers especially, it seemed, and loosened his belt a little. Just imagining Jake naked had gotten him so hard he was practically in pain; after moving his small, but hard package around a little, he found a less painful position, sighed, and went into the dry forest in front of him. The dry forest was a pile of remarkably tall, yellowish bushes that the heat had devastated, and that now offered an eerie shortcut to his home, like a haunted place in the middle of nothing; this was the quickest road, but if it weren't for the heat, he would not have chosen it; the place was usually filled with condoms of varying sizes, from barbed ones for lions to giant ones for equines; Sam was astonished anybody could take such things into themselves, though realistically the condoms had probably been used by students, and stolen from their parents, and his friends were far less endowed than their parents at least for now, or so Jake had once told him. Sam imagined a large condom hanging on a much smaller wolf penis and laughed; it was still a very hot thought, though. His sex ed classes had been very dry and puritan-themed with abstinence being the supposed norm, but he had still gotten a lot of info from the talks he has had with other students afterwards; he could picture a wolf's endowment well before his laptop provided him with high definition images of just such delightful body parts. His own hardness grew tighter, and he cursed his luck: Thomas, a friend of his parents, who was also, unfortunately, a lion, was staying with them for the week. Unfortunate, because despite Sam's frequent fantasies involving lions Thomas had an olfactory sense so powerful, he'd easily sniff out if Sam was pleasing himself. "Good thing the only lion we have at school told me; I thought cats weren't that good in the nose department" - he thought to himself, wishing he could find a way around the problem that did not involve masturbating outside the house; he nearly stepped on a bland-looking condom, clearly for a human. He briefly envied the lucky user; next to it was one with a knot compartment, a clear sign it had been used by a canine.

The two were thrown very close to one another, so there was no doubt what had occurred, and probably between kids he knew. Damn. He would kill to have such an experience; with so few humans around he had thought at first he'd be something of a celebrity, but around these places nobody really cared about species; he was on good terms with most of his classmates, but he hadn't gotten close enough to anyone yet; he did not even know if he would have the courage to go forward if the opportunity arose. Very few of his friends had been through a real heat cycle, but he himself had been playing with himself successfully for about three years now and was only fifteen. He could bet money his semen was fertile; not that with his strong preference for male Furs it was likely to be of use. He considered how much he craved such explorations; even just touching and mutual masturbation would be great. He had been inserting fingers into himself for a while now, and just when he felt like he was exploring and getting somewhere, an obstacle would appear. Prior to Thomas, the stunning lion showing at his parent's place with his puritan ideas (which sounded ridiculous from a member of a species very clearly not built to be monogamous) he had been trying to do the online thing, but online sex was age-restricted and it would take some research to find a way around the age-checks. "On a second thought, maybe Thom's into me and is trying to keep me pent up until I can't say no to an advance" - thought Sam, and swore mentally to give in fully if the lion pressed even just a little. He imagined vividly how he'd thrill the much older lion with his mouth...he tripped in a rock and realized that a rhythmical sound of sorts had gone silent when he kicked it; for a second, he froze.

This was not a place he was supposed to be going through in the first place, but there had never been any problems before; his schoolmates came here to make out, so how dangerous could it be? For a second he remembered the slashed horror flick he'd seen on his computer last week;

More for his amusement than for anything else, he went into a quiet step, like in the traditional hunting class they'd taken last semester, lowered himself, and peeked around through the holes in the dried bushes, careful not to cut himself on one of their many thorns.

He felt silly for doing that, and peeked around as if someone could see him and make fun if him.

Maybe some non-sentient animal was digging a hole; this place wasn't so bad for a den if you were small and sneaky and capable of squeezing between bushes.

That had to be it.

The strange, rhythmical noise resumed, and he stopped; he had gotten barely 50 meters off the trail, and he could see something thought the patchwork of thorns.

Whatever it was, it was on all fours, so it couldn't be a Fur; Sam paused, held his breath, and prepared to silently make his way back.

There hadn't been large predators in this area for fifty years, but there was the occasional sighting, and there was a reservation not a hundred miles to the south, which had become the source of a loose cougar once.

Sam lowered himself and as he did so he saw hooves on the animal figure; that got him to sigh in relief internally - herbivores were rarely dangerous, unless they were male and protecting females, or mothers protecting her young. It was far from mating season, long past birth season for savannah inhabitants, so at least so far a non-sentient herbivores were concerned he was safe.

The animal made a troubled noise, clearly indicating it was in pain.

Most likely it had gotten entangled in the dead vegetation, he realized; considering the sharp thorns everywhere, the pained cry was understandable.

Sam paused to consider; an animal in distress was dangerous regardless of species; but before he could call for help, he needed to see if perhaps the animal could free itself; if it could, by the time he called for help, it could be gone, and he would look like a liar. "I'll take a picture of it with my phone for proof; then call for help" - he decided, and, satisfied with the decision, moved silently forward.

As he progressed slowly, he saw what was unmistakably the striped pattern of a zebra, and after another step he saw the unmistakable dark, thick member protruding from the zebra's body; he froze and even his own pulse grew noisy in his ears. The flesh moved rhythmically, throbbing through the air, a trickle of clear fluid hanging from its tip. The zebra suddenly stood up, proving beyond any doubt that he was not an animal, and Sam froze - the Fur was so close, so completely exposed, and he could see everything; the zebra was obviously in the middle of a very pleasant experience, as his member ejected another stream of fluid, followed by a deep, satisfied moan. The zebra's body moved as his partner, of whom only a mass of yellow spots was visible, thrust powerfully into him. Picking up the paste, the unseen male rocked the zebra's body, bringing hardness to the thick, dark member and soon causing it to bounce up and down almost violently as two yellow, spotted paws positioned the zebra for deeper penetration. Sam had never seen a Fur naked in person, always cursing the school policy that kept the few humans separated in locker rooms for their "nudity" (as the lack of fur was viewed in less progressive places). And now he was seeing too much at once: the beautiful curves of a tight, striped, hypnotic stomach, merging with the dark lines of majestic genitals, out of which, like an island in a dark sea rose a pillar of flesh, cylindrical, dark and endowed with a little pink-red ring at the top, which had to be the zebra's flare. It would one day develop into something truly formidable; much like a wolf's knot, only going far deeper into an intimate partner, dangerously deep. But for now it danced harmless, only hinting at the danger it posed and the delight it would give. Sam moved to see better, and through a tunnel in the thorny bushes saw a cat enthusiastically mounting the zebra, mercilessly smashing against the striped body, penetrating as deep as he could, and wildly enjoying himself. It was a cheetah, Sam was almost sure, and as the couple moved, and the zebra fought not to moan too loudly, Sam could see how the cheetah held the zebra's tail to make the other male's depths accessible, for his member; it came all the way out of the zebra, pink, barbed and longer than Sam's, it curved upwards, then plunged into the zebra again and again, a trickle of fluid, precum or ejaculate, or probably both, dripping noisily on the ground.

Secretly Sam wondered to himself how this spot of earth would smell; maybe when the two males were done with their...

As swiftly as it had been in his favor, the wind shifted and blew from this back. "sweet damn fuck on a stick" -cursed Sam mentally, as both furs froze and a faint noise of sniffing came from the cheetah.

-Alright asshole show yourself! - shouted the cheetah angrily - This isn't a peep show. Hands where I can see them! Come here!

Sam froze, his heart skipping a beat, his insides burning with red hot shame; he hadn't felt this "caught" in his entire life, petty thefts and smoking joint included. He turned around and prepared to run.

The cheetah was faster. "Of course he's faster, that's what cheetahs do" -cursed Sam at himself, as he had tried to outrun the Fur. Now he had his back to a furious enemy stronger than himself and armed with claws and teeth...When the claws dug into his shoulder, he turned back instinctively, expecting a strike to his nose at the very least; maybe be could curve into a ball and...

the angry, naked cheetah nearly poked him in the stomach with his still pulsing erection.

Sam lifted his hands defensively over his face, babbling out: - I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm...Derek?!

Cheetahs were very alike but Derek was vaguely familiar from middle school, athletic and something of a troublemaker; but it couldn't be Derek, he'd always looked like the straightest cat in the world, if such a thing as a straight cat was possible.

-Sam Gengi?! - enquired the cheetah with disbelief, using the moniker Sam had been given, in middle school, fashioned after the character from Tolkien's epic and meant to celebrate Sam getting caught smoking weed near the school. He had all but forgotten anyone ever called him that.

Derek let go of Sam's shoulder, erection still pulsing, barbs shiny and the scent strong enough even for the human to feel; the muscular, tall, runner leaned back, swishing a tail, his ears moving back from their previous position where they were flattened against him head, gums covering the teeth. Tentative yellow eyes looked long and hard at Derek before relaxing:

-Damn, man, you nearly gave me a freaking heart attack Can't a man mount a zebra this country?! Seven_times we've had to move, some tourist always straying from a trail, picking a scent...but damn, you can't even _pick a scent! I swear my balls will be Antarctica blue before I get to finish!

The cheetah closed his eyes, his chest heaving, the golden yellow fur almost emitting heat and attractiveness. Sam tried not to look at the beautiful, pulsing endowment, the perfect, tight testicular sack, the gentle curvature that made the cheetah's most intimate part's look like they were a limited edition designer car; Derek closed his eyes too, and braking eye contact seemed to help.

The zebra came out from behind the cheetah, popping like a flower, fearfully, despite being larger than his dominate partner, and cast an angry glance at Sam, who mumbled several more "I'm sorry"; the zebra held out a thick paw to silence him:

-Let's just calm down, all of us. Damn this whole thing was...more than I expected. Getting caught...just no way. Close calls were fine; but this....

-I dear say it was....somewhat expected - said the cheetah - We should get a room for this, but damn, the authentic feel of the savannah is so much a turn on! What is a cat to do! Then again...getting caught was kind of...exciting. Now what?

The zebra moved so as to get his wide open tail hole out of the way; it had become visible for a moment and attracted Sam's gaze despite his best attempts not to marvel at the beauty. The zebra straightened, regaining his pride.

-I heard a noise; I saw what looked...man, please don't take it the wrong way - pleaded Sam - I thought it was an animal, some get trapped here, the thorns drive them berserk. Then...I saw you...the zebra....but didn't really see you...though the bushes....I thought it was adults. And...

-And you kept watching quietly - smiled the cheetah; Sam realized the paw that had been on his shoulder, claws clutched, until just a dozen seconds ago was far from clean; and it was on his shoulder again, having just wiped the leaking substance from the cheetah's privates. The human could now smell the zebra as well, and the hooved Fur, seemingly noticing that, wiped a long trickle of pre from his member, apologizing:

-Yeah, I can't exactly shake your hand right now. But we were putting up quite a show - said the zebra, addressing the cheetah with a smile - I can't really blame him. I'd watch too.

-Well, we aren't going to just quit, that's for sure -declared the cheetah, thinking out loud - So, to make sure you tell nobody...come and watch.

The zebra froze in place, then paused to consider, and nodded with a wide smile. He begun to stroke his dark length, making no more effort to conceal anything.

Sam froze, eyes wide, half-expecting to drop dead on the spot from the suggestion; he didn't.

-I..i don't even ..remember your names. Damn...we go to the same school, right? I swear I won't tell anyone, and I'm sorry I spied on you. It was wrong. But you were doing something pretty amazing and i...

-Never done it before. -finished the zebra for him, shaking his head - I swear if they keep putting us in different pens like animals, keeping us packaged to avoid "excitement", then one day the whole stupid school will explode into a giant mutli-species orgy.

-Which I'd pay money to watch - admitted the cheetah, and the three laughed almost simultaneously - I'm Derek. The beauty with the soon-firehouse-to-be for a penis I Sullivan. Amazing friend and co-conspirator for these...little outings of ours.

The zebra, visibly relaxed even further, got bank in a kinky mode, drawing from the added pleasure of being watched, and brushed against the cheetah with visible longing.

Sam nearly jumped- Look guys, you were in the middle of something great; go back to it while the spirits are hot; I'll disappear like a ninja and won't say anything, ever

-Problem is...- started the cheetah , looking smug - We can both smell how aroused you are; now don't make excuses, I don't mean it that way - said the cheetah, raising a paw in a pacifying gesture - no accusations; we're hot guys here; all I'm saying is if Sully's willing too, and you gather some courage to be honest with yourself, you'd like to join, wouldn't you?

Sam had never wished for the ability to become invisible more in his life;

-Wow, I've read that humans can blush but this is just spectacular! like a chameleon turning red! Can you do a different color? Are you sure you won't drop dead from a heart attack or something?

• I can boil a teapot on your face! Imagine if you could channels this natural defense mechanism into your groin- said the cheetah thoughtfully, and pressed a paw against Sam's face, leaving a trail of pre-cum on the human, who managed to instantly get even redder; the Furs were clearly past any barriers in regards to exploration, and considering how they'd stopped in the middle of the act, he could certainly understand. The problem was that Sam didn't feel much reluctance either. Looking at how Sam did not protest at all, the cheetah said: - I think he's consenting. It's probably a species thing where he can't talk for a while.

-That's kind of cute - noted the zebra, and pressed his strong, hoof-like paw onto Sam's other cheek, leaving an even more spectacular spot of male fluids on the other cheek.

-But he needs to undress for us - said the cheetah -

-I've...never...even

The cheetah started to slowly unbutton the human's uniform, and Sam briefly remembered the lion at home: - Look, I can't , we have a lion visiting, he'll smell it...

-I have a lion for a stepdad. He'll smell nothing - said the cheetah smugly, pointing to his nose - We are Furs; We know how to get smells out of things. He'll only smell the virgin mountain flowers on you and the freshness of the wind.

The zebra got behind Sam and, working together the two Furs peeled off his sweaty uniform.

-Humans really do emit water out of their skin - noted the zebra, then asked: -How much dehydration can you take? Does it really cool you down well ?

-I..I don't think so? -said Sam, painfully aware of the cheetah's paws grabbing his erect member and peeling back the skin to reveal the head.

-It smells sort of like me - said the cat thoughtfully and rubbed the now naked, defenseless head, which rewarded him with a drop of clear fluid.

The zebra practically giggled, noting: - Man, we got him hot fast, didn't we? That's kind of...hot actually. Maybe we should invite him to watch next time too.

-Maybe -said the cheetah thoughtfully, licking his finger to taste Sam like the nobility tasted wine- But only if he is good and does all sorts of things with us, right, Sully?

The cheetah's thick furry finger pressed firmly against the tight, wet, muscular ring that kept Sam's insides private for now, and he gasped; he would have protested had the zebra not put a paw on his pulsing member, a paw sleek, hard and burning hot, yet soft and caressing.

Then, gently, yet firmly, he pressed Sam's hand on his own hardness, noting:

-it's so smooth; like silicon;

Sam's hand froze there as if it had belong there for all his life; the veins that pulsed in the length of warm, surprisingly flexible flesh, not all that greater in volume than his own, were so palpable they moved under the skin. Sully squeezed one of Sam's nipples gently with his hard, partly hooved fingers, each of which culminated in a length of tissue as hard as a rock, and Sam gasped in pleasure and pain;

-I have only seen those on females; you're really exotic - noted the zebra with delight, and licked the nipple. The cheetah used the distraction to insert his finger deep and gave the tip of Sam's manhood a lick to pacify him;

-I've only....fingers....in my butt - tried to say Sam, but the zebra smirked and pressed his long, increasingly heard member against Sam's hole, currently spread by two fingers (Sam could not say when the second one had come in), and started petting the length, until a jet of pre-cum that was as big as any of Sam's releases exploded, some of it making it inside his warm depths.

-We...we should put condoms! - gasped the human, thinking of all the presentations about bacterial and viral disease, and regretting deeply not taking any of the free condoms that the older students were given at proms, and in tern gave away themselves to the younger for a dollar each.

-I was a virgin until a week ago, too - said the zebra - And the sexy cat had, to my sincere astonishment, never done it either. So, since this is your first time...

The cheetah drove a third finger in, as the zebra's member awaited, now designated for this opening, as if nothing could alter than fate; three furry cheetah fingers pressed deeperand Sam saw stars from the pain

-Plus, nothing serious jumps between herbivores, cats and humans. I've red all about that stuff - the only interspecies stuff I could find that didn't come with detention. I think we are all very safe - finished the zebra, and somehow the word, "very" was what convinced Sam to relax and allow it to happen. The zebra fed him some of his pre and he tasted it, shocked at what he was doing, but at the same time salivating in delight.

The cheetah pulled his fingers out to squirt more lubricant that he had lying on the ground, which Sam had not even noticed. He applied it liberally to Sam's hole, then squirted some on the human's hand; before Sam could ask why, the zebra brought the human's hand to his equine member, and, hypnotized by the feeling of it pulsing Sam decided to surrender and do anything he was asked...and anything he wanted.

As soon as the zebra's member was thoroughly lubricated, Sam licked his hand, tasting the dark length of the equine on it, shivering, and then gasping: - Is the lube...non-toxic? Like, I just ate...

As the cheetah nodded that the lube was not toxic, the zebra pressed the tip of his penis very hard into Sam's loosened hole and before the human could even think, the member was a good five centimeters in; another five centimeters followed to Sam's absolute astonishment, and he felt a pressure on his insides like nothing he had ever felt; the member moved back, giving him some relief from the intensity of the feelings, but before Sam could even sigh in relief, it went deeper, a good fifteen centimeters of it going in, slowly, but relentlessly, pressing hard against the human's overfilled prostate so hard, it was milked for the first time in his life, and showed it; drop after drop spread from the human's tip onto the ground, followed by moaning:

-I...too big... can't--tried to whine Sam as the equine penis reached what felt like a wall inside him, but the zebra whispered gently in his ear:

-Yes you can. You're doing it, man. Just look at it go in!-

Sam looked down and saw the zebra's penis go in and out of him, almost hilting him. The zebra made a point and pressed harder, driving the whole length inside the human, who moaned with a frightened sound as the huge equine testicles pressed against his small ones.

-Wow. Balls deep on the first go; with a zebra - said the cheetah with respect - Sam, you're having the best first time the savannah has to offer; maybe I can make it even better -considered the cheetah, and drove his barbed tongue up and down Sam's length, quickly confirming was indeed the head was most sensitive part even in humans.

The feline paused, then slowly brought his own length against the human's and pressed their heads together; two trickles of moisture joined in one, and then a frighteningly powerful feeling shook Sam's body:

The feline barbs tore into his aching length, pressing deep into the head of his malehood and them mercilessly rubbing, a feeling so powerful he forgot the zebra for a long, thrilling, aching moment.

But then, as if on command, the zebra decided that he'd given Sam enough foreplay and begun to slowly, mercilessly pull his entire length out, leaving Sam empty and craving for its filling pressure, then, with a slower motion, reinserting it back where it seemed to move in all directions like a blast wave, pushing painfully against invisible internal walls Sam did not even know he had, giving him more than he ever wanted, more than he thought he could ever take. He felt, as if he could see it, a thick ring of hardness appear in the middle of the zebra's length, felt it grinding painfully against his insides and cried out in protest.

-Just another second, I'm almost there! - exclaimed the zebra and moved his burning length even faster; the ring crashed the wall of Sam's overfilled prostate again and again and Sam convulsed as the crashing motion seemed to focus on that wonderful, sensitive spot, spilling warmth through his groins;

-Look at him go - said the cheetah, pointing Sam to look at his hole spread wide and turning red, dripping clear fluids, just as the zebra changed the angle of penetration and his package begun to slap Sam's balls painfully, harder and harder.

A huge pressure exploded deep inside the human, with the feeling of a jet of water squeezed through a whole too tight; the burning , sticky fullness traveled up his insides, just like the one time he had had an enema, but this time the feeling was thick and horribly warm; it reached high into him before the pulsations died out and Sam became aware of the zebra making noises he had never heard before; he looked at the zebra's now still length that was half-inserted into him, and a trickle of very thick white equine seed dripped from his hole.

He watched it with equal parts concern and fascination; when the zebra pulled out completely, the trickle flew more intensively, at least half a cup of it, the very volume of what had been released inside him surreal. Sam looked at his gaping opening, burning hot like a friction burn, with quickly drying seed dripping from it; he looked at the cheetah confused, as the zebra collapsed underneath him in bliss, riding out the last spasms of his orgasm.

An orgasm he'd spilled inside Sam.

And earlier this day Sam had thought how good it would be to just touch another intimately;

Touch wasn't very interesting anymore.

Somewhere deep inside, Sam had to admit, it was very pleasant to watch a powerful male, even one your age, collapse underneath you from such a spending effort to fill you; Sam looked at the zebra's blissful face, and the zebra smiled at him happily, not finding the strength to say anything.

He would later think to himself, as he walked around with the zebra's load deep inside him, how confused those millions of little sperm cells inside the fluid must be; searching for something to fertilize, and just generally moving around him, exploring and confused. Right at the moment he felt empty, in pain, and more excited than he had ever been in ; he remembered that intimacy was like a drug of sorts, and that the adolescent brain did have a bigger propensity to side with reckless behavior, but somehow he was certain that what he and his new found friends were doing together was long overdue for him, and his body agreed by sending a warm wave of pleasure throughout him that startled him out of those thoughts.

-Did you come back from high orbit? - asked the cheetah, who had licked him tentatively, causing the wave of pleasure that woke him from his thoughts: -Back from the zebra ride? - asked the cheetah, smug and happy and looking genuinely silly - Cause if you are, I have a treat for you - said the cat, and led the humans fingers under his tail and into himself.

Sam tried to pull back, as he felt the warm, tissue that felt as fragile as wet toilet paper, and thought to himself with horror "Am I this fragile on the inside too? What have I just done to myself?| - touching and entering his own, still loose, and still dripping opening with the same fingers that had just been in the cheetah, he was relieved to find no blood; only the thick, white filling of the zebra. "I never thought I'd be relieved to find that there" - he thought to himself as he reinserted his fingers gently into the chaeta's tight opening explored the cheetah, eliciting a moan.

-Sam, you're really fucking good at this - said the cheetah, guiding the human's other hand to his groin:

• tell me you're ambidextrous..

Sam wasn't , but he managed well enough as the cheetah was completely immersed in the sensation; he played with the cheetah's manhood with fascination and joy, as he pressed into the feline's depths much like the feline had pressed in his. Without so much as a word, the cheetah moved, and before Sam could doubt if his ministrations were not good enough, the cat guided Sam's pulsing flesh into himself, lifting his tail and parting ways for the human's dignity.

-You're going to love this! - promised the cheetah and pressed back hard;

Sam watched and felt as his member, harder now than it had ever been in his life, painfully tight and pulsing like a second heart, disappear into the hot, aromatic depths of the cheetah. He felt the huge pressure of the entry as it parted and relaxed, and then felt the texture, moist and sticky, encase him and rub against him in ways he'd only ever imagined expensive toys of the naughty kind could provide.

Without knowing what he was doing, he caught the cheetah's hips and begun to slowly pump his member in and out, following pure instinct, and eliciting a surprising array of sounds from the otherwise cool and distanced cat.

-I told you human's don't ...have a penile bone - said the cheetah to the zebra, who was busy cleaning himself out with his muzzle;

-I should have him top me too, then - noted the zebra ,pausing: - If you don't exhaust him completely.

-If I don't, I'll eat my hat - promised the cheetah and begun to clamp his opening onto Sam's burning, dripping manhood; Sam got teary-eyed from the intensity of the pleasure, like an itch of his long felt was being scratched for the first time. He felt his own violated hole close tightly on its own, finally sealing his opening, but then, a second later, he felt a familiar malehood press against it

The zebra whispered in his ear: -You are one beautiful, beautiful human; so smooth and gentle .the familiar, now softer and less warm maleness of the equine invaded him again, pressing inside the space it had carved for himself, smashing the familiar ring against his prostate and keeping it there; and generally doing as it pleased, despite the jolts of pain Sam voiced.

-Tell me when I hit the prostate - said the zebra, grinning - You won't regret it.

-I.. I think- started Sam, realizing he had been silent until now, having talked more with his body than with his mouth;

-I think you're there, Sully - said the cheetah smugly - I can feel Sammy throb in me real hard each time you put it in him! You must have hit gold in there! Amazing - I can feel you doing him through him, doing me! That's freaking amazing!

The zebra grabbed Sam's nipples again, placing a firm hand on the human's abdomen, and started to pump him harder than he had before; Sam gasped with the sudden pain, but it eased as he relaxed and something in his abdomen moved around and adjusted, aligning for the penetration and giving up resistance. Sam growled happily and focused on grabbing the cheetah and hilting him, while striking him hard and fast at the same time, squeezing the feline penis until the cheetah practically begged.

-Damn! - shouted the cheetah, as warm sticky fluid erupted in Sam's right hand, and the feline's sac, which Sam had grabbed with his left, pulled closer to the warmth of the cheetah's body, milking the testicles inside for all they had to give. The cheetah's barbed length convulsed twice, then three times, each time erupting in Sam's hand, before he nearly collapsed, but the human, now aware of his own aching need, held him firmly in place.

The aching need in Sam was frightening: the pressure that was welling up inside him made him feel every little tube that connected the different parts of his reproductive apparatus; he had studied them, and had been curious about them, but now he could _feel_them: he could feel his prostate as if it were in his hand, and the pressure of the pee in his bladder which had become sealed and inaccessible, and the pressure in the little tubes from the glands over each testicle, through which fluid was being pumped into his prostate, building up with both hardness and softness, as if both the liquid and the solid parts of what he was about to expel were more abundant now than ever before.

He screamed silently;

His painful first spasm was so strong, the zebra felt it as his prostate moved inside him, massaging the equine member; the zebra quickly pulled almost completely out so that his equine tip would end up pressed against the convulsing prostate to give both himself and the human the strongest possible pleasure.

To the zebra, it merely felt good;

To Sam, it felt like dying and being born again stronger;

He screamed, and bit down on the cheetah's shoulder to keep himself from falling apart from the force of the orgasm; the cheetah thought it was dominance and became all the more submissive.

Sam was sure something had gone wrong; he had gone too far and now his insides would explode; for several agonizing seconds, his body pulsed, but produced nothing as if he was squeezing his penis tight, not allowing the orgasm;

Then, his organs, pressed into a corner by the zebra's penis, and caressed by the insides of the cheetah, finally gave up.

The first spur was pure volume, the pressure erupted three painful times, each alone much stronger than Sam's normal orgasms; then a second wave, which made him hilt the cheetah painfully and back against the zebra to get impaled extra deep was the strongest orgasm he had ever had; like his favorite wet dream times a hundred, the second wave erupted into two strong, painful portions, rocking his body as spurts of hotness, burning his penis from the inside like acid soothed the tension in his body, and he realized he was not going to die.

If the zebra had not held him, he would have dropped on the cheetah, incapable of self-control; he trembled, orgasming again, and crying out, frightened that this feeling would never stop. The fluids had seized exploding, but still leaked out of him, caressing his penis from the inside, and it felt as if these trickles mere magically healing burned flesh. He realized all three of them were on the ground, the zebra still in him, the cheetah fingering his whole and noting:

-Fuck yeah... This felt like Sully coming in me! - panted the cheetah, eyes wide in disbelief as his hole leaked a trickle of semen.

-Well, I told you weeks ago, if you pleasure a zebra, fuck like a zebra - said Sully philosophically, then both Furs turned to look at the human, who was staring at the sky, unaware that the bright sun was shining right in his eyes.

-Can you talk? - asked the cheetah, petting him on the shoulder.

-No - admitted Sam.

-Can you maybe not look at the sun like road kill? - asked the zebra, both Furs bursting in laughter;

Sam looked away, dark spots in front of his eyes, as his insides spasmed again and he moaned, feeling more seed, forgotten somewhere in the structures of his body fight its way out.

-I think sex was meant to be had in threes - concluded the cheetah proudly, putting a wet paw at his chin - But damn if we can clean this mess easily.