Sexy Stripes
Sexy Stripes
for Avalon Hamakei
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Hehhey!
This is a commission for Avalon Hamakei who nudged me with a fun premise and I came up with an amusing story to incorporate it, and this is how it turned out! I do hope you enjoy it, look forward to your comments, and I wish you a nice read!
Cheers!
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"...pling plong!"
Kenneth's ears flicked against the sides of the cap he'd pulled over his face, and prompted the lion to snuffle into the sweaty cover of fabric above his muzzle. He'd just been about to drift away, body pleasantly warmed by the sunlight streaming all across his golden-furred body, when the allegedly melodic chime had hit his ears like a stainless steel nail through a finger.
"...the super bingo is starting at the Small Ballroom at the Fantasy Deck at 15:00 pm. Come and join the exciting game and win the first prize, an all-inclusive luxury meal at the Captain's Grill, with complimentary champagne and personalized service to cater for all your needs at this excusive dining venue onboard the Extravagance of the Seas. I repeat, the super bingo starts a 15:00 at the Small Ballroom at the Fantasy Deck..."
Kenneth groaned, his tail smacking against the lounger placed strategically onto the sunbathing area on The Lido Deck so that the lion could get the maximum amount of self-barbequeing while not having to move a muscle. The tall lion snorted anew and tipped his cap back over to his head, and squinted when the full power of the sunlight hit him again.
The lion yawned, still feeling tired even if the overtly loud PA announcement had wiped away his immediate wish for sleep. He blinked a couple of times to further clear his eyes and observed the happenings upon the Lido Deck.
Kenneth couldn't believe just how boring the cruise could be. They were three days out of Fort Lauderdale and he almost wished that a tropical storm would be forcing the behemoth of a floating hotel back into its home port - or at least to take shelter at some exotic harbor filled with scantily clad guys bringing coconuts filled with booze for him to drink to calm his nerves after the scary experience upon the waves.
Plainly put, there was too little cruising for his liking. He'd puffed up all his furs, his mane, made sure it all shone as much as was possible with the help of some products, washed his teeth, combed everywhere, added some nice pheromone cologne, ad put on tight ass-hugging pants and a low-cut shirt and hit one of the bars in the hopes of catching the eye of some cute guy - only to find out that almost everyone there had a wedding ring on, and had come over to enjoy a drink and a round on the dance floor with their opposite sex partner.
The pool deck wasn't much better, even with the kids safely separated on another splashing pool area on a lower level, leaving this upstairs section for the grown-ups. There were some girls there, boobs barely contained by tiny bikini tops, and a few guys ogling at them, sure, which meant they were not really amenable for the approaches of a particular butt-seeking, and even worse, most of the guys up there looked like they were on the wrong side of the "daddy" scale with bulging guts, thinning headfurs and the long-suffering look of husbands married to their spouses for decades.
Even the odd chance that some of the might be a closet case looking to get some barbed meat under their desperately seeking tails didn't really cheer Kenneth up. He wasn't really for the daddy type, didn't see anything wrong about them, but didn't particularly fancy someone the age of his own father. He hadn't come onboard to meet someone to have deep conversations with...he was looking for hot meat, and someone to bump said flesh together with. Plain and simple. The guys around here...they had fleshy bits bumping together even while they walked...
"Shit," Kenneth grumbled. Even doing nothing started to feel bored, despite it being his plan for the afternoon. Joining in at the bingo or the conga competition that'd been announced earlier on were definitely not something he looked forward to doing. He might as well head into the bar and get a nice, alcoholic beverage to soothe his disappointed with yet another day onboard the ship.
He grabbed a towel from under the lounger, wrapped it around his hips to cover his lower lower body that so far had only been clad in a pair of small skimpy blue Speedos he had hoped to use for luring any interested parties in, with no effect now. Pooh. His tail dragged along the deck when he headed over to the automatic sliding doors and stepped into the Palm Tree Court, adjoining the Lido Deck and with a very relaxed dress code that suited the lion's current attire more than well.
The lion walked past a woman who looked like she'd been a member of the original cast of The Love Boat and headed to the bat, staffed by a cougar in a white, starched uniform that likely would have been uncomfortably hot considering the weather if the bar area hadn't been so well air conditioned.
"What shall it be for you sir?" the cougar questioned from the lion whom he shared fur tone with.
"Gimme a double Sweet Savannah, please," the lion commandeered, "charge room number 782."
"Coming right up!" the cougar grabbed a glass from a rack above the counter, put it down on a coaster with a cartoon rendition of the ship on it, and started to pour copious amounts of alcohol onto it. "An excellent choice for a very hot day, very refreshing, sir!"
"Thanks."
Kenneth wasn't very impressed by the guy's slick ways. He didn't need to feel good about himself for choosing a stupid drink. At least it was procured quite quickly and pushed in front of him, complete with a little umbrella and two straws on it.
"Here you are, sir!"
"Cheers."
He picked up the tall, cold glass and slinked over to a little table overlooking one of the panoramic windows that provided him with a view of the seemingly endless Caribbean Ocean the ship sailed on. His butt thumped onto the plastic seat, he put the drink down and rested his elbows on the table.
Pooh, the lion thought again. He'd thought it was a jackpot, having his mother give him the tickets after she'd won it on a church raffle but she hadn't felt like going without his dad, and they couldn't have afforded to buy him a similar ticket, anyway.
"You'll find some nice girl there!" he could hear his mother saying, as she'd shoved the tickets onto his paws. "It'll be a life-changing experience for you, dear!"
"Pooh," Kenneth grumbled into his drink. He had to swipe his tail away under the table to avoid it being stomped on by an overweight platypus wobbling in from the Lido Deck, water dripping everywhere along the floor. He might have loved his long, preening showers, but the pool water was way too suspicious, and he wasn't much of a swimmer, anyway.
A whiff of chlorine filled the lion's nose and made him sniff the drink instead, to get the scent away. It smelled like some fruit, he wasn't sure which, it seemed to have a bit of everything, and the bartender's paws had moved so quickly when he was pouring in stuff and squeezing juice out of freshly cut fruit that he couldn't quite tell. It was alright. As long as it was alcoholic enough. And it was. It had a good tang over his tongue, and made him rumble when it travelled down his throat and warmed him under the lion's breastbone.
He was only halfway through his oversized drink when his tired eyes gazing through the window noticed something, a reflection of sorts, on the pane of glass, enough to make his ears flap up and for him to turn enough to see what was happening somewhere behind him.
Now this, finally something the lion liked looking at! The door leading into the Lido Deck foyer had opened and a zebra had entered, a well-toned one at that, all sleek muscle and carefully polished hooves and an attractively cut mane flowing about his neck, and all of that was only covered by some swimming shorts that added just enough mystery upon what lied beneath the fabric hugging onto the broad, equine hips.
Kenneth felt his interest perk, along with his ears, and walked how the zebra strutted confidently over to the bar and ordered some drink from the cougar behind the counter. The zebra did not bother sitting onto one of the stools, which meant that Kenneth could ogle the equine's rump, adorned by a lazily flicking tail of many fine silky strands, all the while the striped male made his order. He looked like he worked out, and had a sexy air of confidence about him that was definitely a turn-on for the lion. The zebra must've known that he was hot stuff, and it showed.
He finally got his drink and turned about, eyeing along the bar floor. That prompted Kenneth to get back to his own drink, hoping not to raise too much attention at this point. Caught staring might have been a social faux pax in this very much a gentle environment, beyond their simple sensibilities. The zebra didn't seem to mind about looking, though, sizing up almost everyone, it seemed, by looking everywhere about the room. The knowledge made Kenneth puff out his chest a little, and to hope that if the striped male was looking for anything he liked to look at, and if that happened to be a golden-furred male with a nice fur and a round butt, he hoped that he would qualify.
His brief moment of elation soon waned. The zebra lingered by the bar for the duration of his drink, a few minutes all in all, and then he disappeared out of the sliding doors into the Lido Deck.
"Damn," the lion rumbled to himself. This was a pity.
He would not have any of this. Kenneth grabbed his almost empty glass and headed out to the deck himself. He emerged into the bright sunlight and felt its heat upon his body as soon as he was out there. His tail flopped curiously behind him, and he eyed about the deck curiously in the hopes of spotting -
There!
The zebra stud had settled onto one of the sun loungers near the pool, well beyond the reach of the worst splashes, like a savvy sunbather should, and was lying down with his arms thrown over his head to expose their firm muscles and the sexy curves of his armpits. The sight was distracting enough that Kenneth almost collided with a raccoon heading into the bar for a pleasant top-up, and had to sidestep to avoid the crash.
The lion was on the prowl now. It didn't even matter whether the zebra was interested or not, at that point, he just wanted to look at the guy some more. This stallion was the first decent guy he had seen yet, and he wasn't about to let him slip away from him.
Kenneth ruffled his mane a little with a casual paw while he adopted his most confident gait and made his way diagonally across the pool area, to join the sunbathers enjoying the impeccable tropical weather. He got a look from a big-breasted tigress sprawled on one of the loungers, but hurried quickly past her before she'd try to make herself forth even further. He had other kinds of sights in mind, which included some nice, thick thighs and runner's legs protruding out of the legholes of swimming shorts on a zebra reclining upon one of the loungers.
By fantastic luck, he thought, the wolverine next to the zebra decided to head off his lounger, which allowed Kenneth to steal the spot before anyone else might snatch up the free spot. He landed with a bit of a thump, and the plastic chair creaked under his weight, but thankfully stabilized before any calamity might occur.
The lion concentrated on appearing casual, then, gathering his limbs into relaxed positions, adjusting his cap, generally just looking like he'd popped in for a drink and had now returned to enjoy the sun even further, tail swapping about leisurely.
"Hmrrrr...." the lion stretched out a little, and let out a casual purr, yet loud enough to attract anyone within earshot to the presence of a big cat there. Now, that part might not have been so subtle, especially with a buxom rabbit girl definitely noticing...but it was the way of his kind, you couldn't blame a lion for being a lion...
"Hmpphh!"
The zebra had definitely breathed in deep. which prompted Kenneth to look over...to see the striped stallion looking at him.
"Nice weather, eh?" the zebra said.
Kenneth's sheath tingled wonderfully. That was a pick-up line if he had ever heard one, it was just too blatant, combined with the intent look from the zebra's big, brown eyes and the overt casualness of the way how he stated it over to the stranger on the lounger next to him on the sun deck.
"Oh, really, yeah," said the lion, fingers playing a little with the whspy, dark fringe of his rich, well-groomed mane, with its deliberately wild look and finish that didn't mind fingers fooling around with it every now and then - almost demanded it, really, "what these cruises are about, I guess."
"Definitely," the zebra flashed a smile, full of square, perfectly white teeth that almost looked like they'd been painted with luminescent paint for that effect.
Nice, the lion thought, and his cock agreed. The Speedo might start to become an unpleasantly constricting garment in a few moments, and perhaps too revealing for the current family friendly circumstances as well.
"Not too many...young furs here, though..." Kenneth stated in a measured voice, watching the zebra intently to gauge his reactions to how he put special emphasis on the word 'young'.
The zebra stretched one arm out, lazily so, and folded it behind his neck to prop his head up. He gave a slow, leisurely look about the deck before he looked at the lion again.
"Well there're a few girls there..." he nodded in the direction of the rabbit who lied on her lounger like it was a slab, boobs on display.
Kenneth gave the girl a cursory, disinterested look, and hurried to fill his eyes with the curves of the horse's body instead of the girl's round...things.
"Yeah, there are," the lion murmured, with the implication that the sentence could've carried on to say "but I don't give a shit about them, how about we get it on instead?"
"Heh, yep," the hot stud nickered.
"Yeah, don't look like they're here to swim..." Kenneth mused.
The zebra chuckled.
"Well neither am I, really," he said with a bright smile.
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"...hmppphh..."
"hmmmrmrrm..."
Being pinned against the wall of a cabin sure was fun, thought Kenneth, with a huge equine tongue sliding into his muzzle while eager hands groped all over his hips and belly. Being on a ship full of barely clad furs had the good thing that you could wander about in only your swimwear and not attract too much attention, which meant that slipping into a cabin with a shorts-wearing stallion wasn't that much of a strange thing to occur.
Getting kissed forcefully by the very same equine, though...that was probably a bit more scandalous, or him having his leonine paws cupping a very large erection through those very same shorts. The stallion was hung like that very moniker implied, and the lion liked few things more than a big cock. He might've been a top, but still, there was something extremely thrilling about a shaft you could barely wrap your fingers around...especially on a guy you were about to give it up the ass to, hard, if that was the preference.
"Nice cabin," Kenneth stated when the kiss broke, a little, glistening bridge of saliva connecting their muzzles for the moment, between their huffing, aroused bodies.
"Nice ass!" the zebra nickered, fingers kneading through the flesh of Kenneth's buns.
"Likewise, Damian!" the lion stated, patting the sizeable equine butt with a paw he had managed to free from other groping duties for the moment.Judging by the pleased rumble and the horse's smile, he hadn't screwed up the name, which had been shared earlier on the deck, and the bold touch had been accepted as well, which meant even more pleasant news for the lion looking forward to getting his rocks off.
"Heheheheh..." the zebra laughed heartily.
"Eheh," purred the lion, liking the fact that they were both groping each other's butts simultaneously, tails flicking about eagerly.
"Been four days since I got off," the zebra rumbled, leaning in for another lip lock.
Kenneth's purr only intensified, and he felt his own cock surge with enthusiasm as he imagined the horse's surely humongous balls get all so very pent up and blue due to the lack of opportunities for decompressing all that musky, sweet, hot cum. He hadn't managed to go a single day onboard without pawing off at least twice, morning and night.
"How do you manage?" the lion chuckled, his paw moving to cop a feel of the nuts that were exactly like he imagined, very heavy and hot, filling up his palm. It made him growl with pleasure, and he was happy to squeeze and fondle the big balls, and to hear the needy whinny it caused in the horse.
"Maybe I was waiting for someone nice like you to come along..."the zebra winked, "and it seems like the wait is over..."
"Hell yeah," Kenneth grunted, "believe me, I'll be going until my balls are sore..."
"That a promise?" the equine nickered, hot breath washing Kenneth's mane.
"Uh huh..." the lion groped the stallion's balls once more, "see if you can take it all...heh..."
""I'm ready to see how much you have to give..."Damian grinned.
It was Kenneth's turn to tug the zebra into a kiss, plugging his tongue between the smiling lips to taste the fellow male's male. The zebra's hands grabbed onto the lion's thick mane and kept up their intimate contact, lips munching on one another while their groins jammed together repeatedly in a humping action propelled by the stallion's strong hips. Kenneth definitely did not mind being thrust against the wall, especially not with such a stout cock digging against his abs. It made him even hornier, and wanting to tug all of their underwear away and to simply roll around all over the floor, gripping each other in horny, heated congress of aroused bodies and musk. The cabin wasn't all that big, though, which meant they'd probably spend a lot of that time piled up together in one corner or another...
"Why don't you check it out then?" Kenneth told the stallion with a grin.
"You think?"
"Hmmrrr..." the lion mmmreowed.
The zebra stud wasted little time with Kenneth's Speedos. The cock that bounced out stood out proudly from a mass of brown pubic fur, musky, pulsing, and covered in many aggressive barbs flaring to go somewhere nice and tight in their toe-curling wa. The musk hit their noses intently, and the stallion let out a pleased nicker, eyeing the lion's offering with a broad smirk.
"Hmm...I do like cats fucking much," the zebra grinned in his turn, grasping the pleasantly pointy shaft, "so much to play with..."
He kneaded the lion's dick between two thick equine fingers, and made the twitching shaft to spurt a nice treackle of pre-cum over his knuckles. Damian giggled at the sensation, and brought the fingers up to his maw to lap up the streak of fluid, and to sniff the lion's musk from his hand.
"Hhhmmmm..."
"I think you're wearing too much now, dude..." Kenneth observed.
The zebra's shorts were removed with eager, gropey paws, and the resulting reveal told the lion that zebra stripes really went all the way...everywhere except the pink and black, blotched equine cock standing out of a thick, folded down sheath.
"Dang..." Kenneth commented on what he saw, knowing it to be an ego stroke even to the most modest of equines, even though the zebra had nothing to worry about in that respect, based on the lion's...empirical research.
"I was told to never spare the rod," Damian licked his lips cheekily.
"Heh..." Kenneth tugged on the shaft his paw was wrapped about, liking the feel of its straining length.
"I'm in a really bottomy mood today, though," said the zebra, tail smacking about his safety crossing-shaded rump, "hope that floats your cruise ship...eheh..."
"Are you kidding me?" Kenneth snickered, tail bouncing against the wall, "think I'd ever pass up the chance to bend you over?"
The zebra chuckled and reached to grab the lion's cock again, which led them into another session of kissing while stroking each other's dicks in a boyish bit of mutual masturbation, which was fun enough, and set the both up to be even more horned up for some further activities. The double-sized bed dominating one side of the cabin seemed like the best direction to go to, and it accommodated their weight with some cheerful rattles of the spring.
"How'bout some nice muzzle to start that off though?" the zebra suggested once they were cozily piled on the bed.
"My jaw might regret that," Kenneth chuckled, "but I definitely want to..."
The zebra winked and patted the bed next to him.
"Come on...this works best like this, we're not exactly line and not many guys like to get squished..."
"I don't," Kenneth commented, crawling up just enough so that he could adjust his position to assume a pose that brought his muzzle into proximity to the zebra's cock, and pushed his own musky groin over towards the equine's long, striped snout.
"Hmm hello there..." Damian giggled with a whinny, sampling the musk with loud sniffs.
The lion wrapped his paws around the zebra's angry big cock and gave it a few good tugs to test the consistency. He loved the feel of the firm, spongy flesh, how it pulsed and throbbed, straining from the slightly flared tip all the way to the medial ring and upon the very thick, veined base. It looked like there was a generous foot of it, not a surprise for anyone who had seen a naked and erect horse or other equine, whether on a picture or in living flesh, but still something most amusing to hold in his padded fingers and to stroke and play with.
"Nice..." Kenneth smirked, pawing upon the zebra's dick, "..sweet..."
He lapped over the tip and got a nice whinny from the zebra, who buried his own snout against the lion's groin. The sweaty, thick furs tickled his nostrils, but the balls he gobbled into his maw more than made up for that.
"Ohh uddffffff..." Kenneth moaned against the cocktip he'd been mouthing as much as he could, very aware of his sharp teeth that might scrape unpleasantly against the zebra's dong. He was purring loudly, ears flicking happily at the noise he made himself, let alone the taste of cock on his tongue. The similarly wet bathing his balls was getting made him buck his hips against the zebra' lips, his own cock giving nice throbs while his tail bounced along the zebra's bed.
It was obvious that the zebra could do more with his maw, the proportions between his oral cavity and the cock in it allowing him for more freedom of action, while Kenneth's own leonine muzzle was mostly simply stuffed by the sheer size of the big equine member bulging his cheeks. It was still plenty fun to play with, challenging or not, and with spittle flowing over his muzzle, he enjoyed the bout of gulping down on a stallion cock while his own more compact length was thoroughly washed by the zebra's huge tongue while firmly inside the suctioning maw. Something about that tongue...his barbs stroking along...oh, it made the lion's hips buck...body tensing...
"Ahhhpphh..." the lion moaned and thrust, once, twice, three times, pumping back and forth into the eager hole that received him, and the tailhole-clenching surge of pleasure made his balls to pump out the first intense load of seed out of his body and onto the awaiting tongue.
The zebra's ears flicked cheerfully while he suckled down every single drop, and moved to kiss the cheerfully purring lion in a cum-stained tongue fest.
"Hmmph...that's what I love about cats the most..." said Damian, fondling the lion's balls, "you shoot a lot of cream and it takes you only a minute to recharge..."
"Hmppph..." the murring lion was already ready to hump against the zebra's fingers, his tail even trying to wrap itself about one of the zebra's stretched out legs, "wonder where the next load should go..."
Kenneth patted the zebra's butt and got a cheerful nicker in response, and a wet kiss upon his chin.
"I've got some great lube in my bag...believe me, with this tackle here, hah, I tend to need a lot....heheh..."
The boastful equine retrieved the bottle from a toiletry bag on a nearby chair, filled to the brim with all sorts of fur care products and bottles, like a woman's purse, really, Kenneth thought briefly, but since all that fussing about with his looks meant that the zebra was hot as fuck, he forgave this vanity. Instead, the lion concentrated to simply lusting after the sweet striped butt he could enjoy the sight of while the zebra fetched his precious lube. The smooth, black bottle was tossed over to the lion whom caught it mid-air, and smirked smugly at his own little feat.
"Good 'un," said the swishy-tailed zebra, climbing back to the bed where he settled onto all fours. "Come get it, lion..."
Kenneth was quick to shuffle over to where the zebra's sweet ass was pointing at, and opened the lube with a pleasantly familiar snapping pop. The stuff started out cold but it warmed up quickly on his fingers. It was remarkably slippery, too, much to his pleasure, and felt fun while he spread some onto his own shaft, still damp with his earlier cum. His main concern was for the hole that was revealed openly while the zebra raised his tail and wriggled his rump invitingly. His muzzle gave a cheerful, playful nicker at the prospect of presenting himself in such a slutty manner.
"Come on,...it's nice and tight and clean..." the zebra winked in more ways than one. "And it's been empty way too long..."
Kenneth dropped the lube so that he could free his paw for the express purpose of fondling the equine butt cheeks, to spread them and knead the muscles before licking a taste upon the zebra's pucker, up his crack - indeed, very clean and sensual. The musky scent encouraged him to spend a few moments nosing around before his lust increased onto maddening levels and he simply had to grab the lube and squirt a good amount upon that winking hole.
"Ahh...hummmm...yes...just a bit of fingers and put it in...I can take it...uhhh...yes..." the zebra moaned, feeling the fingers spread the lube before they started to prod onto his button, scissoring against his furry rims with delightful urgency, "oh like that...uhhhhhhyes..."
The zebra arched his back and pushed his big rump wantonly against the finger tickling his hole, helping Kenneth out in the process of preparing the pucker for his favorite activity, pounding it until it was going to be oozing with smutty lion cum.
"Gonna fuck you nice and hard..." Kenneth declared when he mounted the zebra with a playful lion pounce, gripping hips and a cock sliding naturally between the pert buttocks ready to be parted so sluttily and to have that secret hole between them thoroughly filled.
"Gimme it to me!" the zebra nickered roughly.
"Hmhmhhpp..." the lion rumbled dominantly as he stuffed his barbed tip between the striped man's ass cheeks, "sure you want it hard and bare?"
"FUCK ME OR I'LL SIT ON IT!" the zebra bellowed, so loud that anyone in the nearby cabins was bound to hear it.
Kenneth's prickly tip caught ground and began to burrow into the zebra's hole with little pokes of his shaft against the zebra's pucker, trying to stretch the lubed hole open. He gripped hard onto the sides of that big rump, pert, firm cheeks under lion paws as he tried to burrow himself into the raunchy man's ass.
"Nthh..."
"Oh yessshhh..."
The hole dimpled and finally, with a kind of yawn, swallowed most of the lion's shaft straight up into the zebra's warm, slick backside. He harrumphed and nickered and bit on the sheets while he got filled, and the lion mounting his bitchy clip-clop boy asserted himself with a nosie that was greatly like a roar, though a gentle one, not the kind that would make the portholes rattle.
"Ah, yeshhhhhh..." slurred the lion, his ass suctioned by the zebra's hot tunnel, "fuck yess.."
He was so pent up, he couldn't do anything but grab onto the small of the zebra's back and poised himself up on from his knees so that he could begin to hump down into the upturned ass with his whole weight, his body carrying him into the rough fuck he wanted to give to the subservient equine ass presented to him as a token of lust.
"Uhmmm...yes...fuck my ass lion boy..." the zebra muttered, thoroughly blessed out while getting the barbed cock under his tail, ass held up obediently to take the hard, rough thrusts.
The lion growled and drooled. Kenneth fucked the zebra in a manner that could only be described as animalistic, hard, deep pounding from the very moment his tip kissed the zebra's asshole. His hips were flying with the humping motion, tail still and swinging from side to side as he put all his muscles into good work to propel himself into a quick, ramming mating rhythm. His balls slapped into the zebra's taint and collided loudly with the equine's own hefty pair, likely churning with cum pent up while imagining big-dicked lions filling his ass with cum, Kenneth thought, as he kept the zebra under a careful, tight grip of his paws and continued hunching into the zebra as if he was the proverbial lioness in heat with her tail raised and ass up to accommodate the lusts of all the males in the pride.
The thoughts made the lion growl even deeper, to lean down over his prey and to nibble on the huffing zebra's neck. His partner was noisy, breathing loudly and letting out the occasional nicker or a neigh while he got it hard under his tail, his prostate pummeled and with his flexing musclebutt rocking back into the rapid thrusts that fell onto his rear, his own lewd contribution to the act.
"...caught under the lion king..." Kenneth muttered while he pinned the zebra onto the bed, hips bumping onto the zebra's butt, "He knows the zebra's the pack bitch...hmmmhhpph...always raising his tail for the others who need to stick it somewhere sloppy..."
The zebra seemed to be getting off from the lion's dirty talk, for hearing all this made him moan only harder, ears flat with submission, tongue peeking out between his foaming lips.
"Unffffffff..." the zebra moaned, "have me for your...d-dinner..."
"R-rump steak!" the lion snarled against the zebra's neck, pounding away still in his lustful vigor.
"Filled with c-cream!" the zebra yelped.
The lion barely managed to think of a terrible pun about whipped cream, but found it unsexy and decided to show his appreciation of the banter in the best way possible, by kicking in a high gear and giving the zebra exactly what he was practically begging for, to be filled with his steamy cum.
He intensified his efforts, pumping even harder through the zebra's hole, his barbs encouraging further clenching of the zebra's insides, caressing over his shaft while he buried himself up to the last ticklish spine, churned the equine's rear and then pulled out, balls humping the zebra's own large pair. Kenneth knew that despite having cummed only minutes earlier into the zebra's muzzle, he was not a one trick lion and decided that the zebra's other hole needed a treat as well.
"Humph," the lion grunted, "if you want it...f-fine...take...it...b--bitch!"
He bit on the zebra's shoulder and slammed his hips onto the zebra, again, hard, deep and hammering himself back and forth even through the second orgasm that was even sweeter than the first, his groin jammed flush against the sweaty stripe-butt. His cock surged and poured an extra thick load of his cum into the sweet hole under the zebra's sluttily raised tail.
"Hhmhmmmm..." the zebra opined, stretched out on the bed"...ahhhmmmmhh..."
"Like that, huh?" Kenneth leaned over the panting zebra and licked one of his perky ears, still enjoying the purring afterglow of his own orgasm. The equine didn't cum yet, he thought. "Like my little warriors swimming around your ass?"
"Hhhmmmmyeah...." slurred the zebra, "need moooorrrree..."
He neighed and nickered and pushed his slushy butt back against the lion's groin, wriggling it from side to side in an attempt to tease the lion a little more. Kenneth let out a pleased rumble at that and pulled his hips back just a little so that he could poke himself through the wet mess inside the zebra's ass, and to tease his prostate a little. It seemed like he hit his target, too, if judged by the sweaty equine's moans.
"Hhmmmhh...feel so nice and full..." the zebra mumbled, "don't pull out..."
"Ha!" the lion growled. "Not gonna do that juuuust yet...gotta like a sloppy hole..."
"Hope there's plenty more where that came from," the zebra nickered.
"Hah...you truly are a slut, aren't you?" Kenneth questioned the zebra.
"I can be," the zebra's voice carried not a hint of embarrassment at his statement, "when it feels this good..."
The sheer, bold lust was enough to empower Kenneth as well, He yanked himself out of the zebra's butt and grabbed his hips roughly again.
"On your back, hooves," he ordered.
Damian didn't waste any time in changing positions on the bed, tail flicking against the sheets while he pulled his legs up and exposed his winking, messy hole for the lion's view. Kenneth immediately moved in and thrust himself through the cummy pucker, making both of them groan loudly while he sank himself deeply into the striped man's rear. He threw the legs around his waist and began to fuck hard, nibbling on the zebra's neck while he bred the messy hole, cum churning out of the hole while the lion's barbs stroked the sensitive inner walls with every thorough, hard thrust into the striped guy's talented rump. He could get even deeper this time around, raking the zebra's prostate on every pass and making him throw his head back and nicker in pleasure. The sight of that sweaty expanse drew Kenneth's teeth again, to bite on the presented neck while his hips humped away.
It was good, and he cummed again, soon, balls drawing up and spewing forth a load that was then added to the good, healthy amount that was already filling the zebra's rear. His own cock was rock hard and throbbing against his belly, and swung about amusingly while the lion issued further orders.
"Think I want to try a new angle of attack," he commented, "there."
He pointed at the cabin's dresser, drawing the zebra's eyes. The horned up equine glanced over and grinned toothily.
"Uuuuuh, nice!"
He climbed up, squishy rear wriggling all the way while he bent himself over, legs widely spread, and lifted his tail.
"Saddle up, cowboy!"
The lion rammed himself in and rode his zebra stallion hard, balls slapping until it seemed like he was going to bruise either his own pair of the zebra's own low-hangers with the banging he was giving to their combined 'nads. The sheer heat of the moment got Kenneth off soon, but his balls were happily giving out more and more of his sweet, salty, sticky seed, and the next load was pumped equally gleefully into the zebra's flooded rump while fucking him on the floor.
They ended up on the bed again, this time with the zebra's legs over his shoulders, paws gripping onto the zebra's ass cheeks while he fucked hard from a hunched position, going into the striped ass with a series of rough deep long-dicking thrusts breeding deep into Damian's well-buggered rump
"Ah...uhh...fuck me...ah...fuck me HARD!" the zebra moaned. "Pleasesaahhhh....yessh..."
He seemed almost out of it by now, the lion thought idly while he fucked frantically into the very wet, slick hole, already loose from behind stretched out from a variety of positions and sheer exhaustion o the muscles he'd been keeping open for quite some time with his enthusiastic anal action.
"Y-yeah?" the lion snarled into the zebra's face, "take-it!"
He pounded, every stroke going deep and hard and finally, almost suddenly, sending the zebra's hole muscles and tunnel into a frenzy of clenching that signaled that his overworked glands finally decided to give out the copious seed equines were equipped for producing.
And what an amount...his cock jerked and sprayed the zebra's muzzle and chest with the stuff, messing Kenneth's own pelts as well so they stood all askew by the time the zebra was done - but his hole only seemed tighter, and hotter than ever, while he laid there, panting and still taking more languid thrusts into his ass, the lion too needing a bit of a breather.
"Think you can...hnhh...take more?" Kenneth rumbled to the sweaty, messy man.
"...uh...huh?" Damian grunted, maw slightly open while he was obviously savoring the afterglow of being fucked while the barbed cock still tickled his sensitive insides. "All you can give...done yet?"
"Hardly!" the lion grunted boastfully. "You betcha, bitch!"
The zebra tried squeezing down on the lion's cock with his hole, but mostly managed to felch out a dribble of cum from his hole and onto his taint, making even worse of a mess of Kenneth's groin. The lion pulled out only for a moment, his cock hard, perky and pink, cum dripping from him as he once again told the zebra to change positions, this time to the classic ass up face down posture on the bed.
"Time to give it hard under your tail..." Kenneth announced as he moved into position and unceremoniously plugged the zebra's asshole with his cock and went into town.
"Hmmmm...yes...fuck...me...!"
And he did.
"Ah...fuck yes...." Kenneth groaned in his lust, his hips burning, his balls already aching from all the times they had been drained, and yet still he humped the squishy, cum-filled creamy rear, "hoping to coach at least one more creamy gush out of his own sore nuts. His paws gripped the zebra's shoulders, elbows against his back while he leaned on the tall male, happily fucking away.
"Ah...yes...gonna load you up..." the lion drawled, "give you another nice, deep, hot - what...what the hell?"
HE stopped mid-fuck, really, barbs tickling upon the zebra's rear, tail still and stiff behind him. He'd just moved his arm to adjust his grip, and for a moment it seemed like his very vision had started to become warped from all the blood rushing onto secondary body parts rather than his brain. Now, as he lifted his paw and turned his entire arm about, he realized that the sight of the zebra's stripes becoming oddly wavy in a manner they weren't meant to be, nor weren't before - in fact, it seemed that about half of them had somehow been transferred upon his own arm's golden pelt.
"What the fuck..."
By now, Damian seemed to be aware that the blissful pumping was no longer falling onto his butt, and he looked over his shoulder to see what was going on - the dazed zebra's eyes going wide when he saw the lion staring at his arm, and the strange smeared mess over the zebra's back. His ears jumped...drooped...and remained flat against his skull.
"Ehhhh...." Damian nickered, "that might seem a bit...weird...."
Kenneth lifted his other paw away from the zebra's shoulder and realized that this paw, too, was covered in the same strange, black substance sticking onto his furs.
"Weird?" the lion spat. "What is this shit?"
"Uhh...:" Damian sounded vague.
"Is this..." Kenneth sniffed his arm, careful to keep it from coming into contact with his face, "is this like...paint?"
"It was kind of a silly idea..." the stallion gulped.
"Oh Jesus Christ!" Kenneth groaned.
The...horse...snorted.
"It's not like I'm hiding a wife and two kids...hah!""
Kenneth's cock slipped out of the stallion's hole with a dirty squelch, the lion falling to sit on his sore haunches. His breathing was low and ragged, and he was staring in disbelief at the ass he'd made a complete mess onto...now more grey than black and white, since his hips had brushed much of the black paint from the zebra's ass onto the white part of his fur.
"Oh, maaan!" Kenneth stared in terror at his own splotchy belly, "look what you've done!"
The horse's butthole clenched and expelled another dribbling load of cum over onto his balls, and the horse harrumphed.
"It's not like we aren't messy enough already..."
The lion growled.
"You've got a lot of explaining to do, mister!"
Damian the newly discovered horse rolled onto his back and pulled his legs up, exposing his messy taint and hole and his hard cock flopping about his belly..
"Can we argue after you've fucked me once more, pleeeease?"
The lion spied the raunchy, messy hole and decided that he could wait...just for a bit.
"Alright," the lion grunted, "just once...or twice..."
He sunk himself into the balls, gripped the ridiculously striped legs, and went into town in his cruise ass.
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