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Dark rhythms, intense beats, and violet neon bathed the room in an aura of sin and indulgence. An impossible body worked the pole in mind-bending ways. There was nothing about the zebra’s performance that was ordinary, just as there was nothing about her overall appearance that was mundane. Like the elemental embodiment of sex, she stood tall and massively curved, with the biggest breasts, the widest hips and the heaviest, barely contained bulge swaying back and forth along with every controlled, professional move she made.

It was the kind of work that was meant for a mass audience, one spectacular night. Yet Kalypso was showing off for a crowd of little more than three of the most trusted people in her life, in the middle of the day. Not that anyone could tell in the depths of the deep, dark club, with its stage and lights blanketed in endless dusk. It was nothing more than a rehearsal, which some strippers might have never dreamed of, but the zebra was never satisfied with [i]good enough[/i] when it came to using her body to entice.

A spin, a sway, a bounce, a thrust, and three pairs of eyes were wide to take in everything she was doing. Yet there was something that made her stop and silence the music, retracing her last few steps in her mind. It eventually made her shake her head.

“No. I need something better there. Every moment needs to be breathtaking.” Eventually, she straightened up, and smiled. Everything from her posture, to the look in her eyes, to the general aura of her presence went from deadly seductress to the familiar zebra they knew well, the kind who was a loving parent to her twins. “What about you? Taking any breaths?”

“Kicking ass, sis.” Kirabo flashed her a thumbs up. Though the other zebra was her younger brother, he didn’t show the slightest hint of embarrassment sitting there, helping her perfect her craft. He knew she took his feedback seriously, given he knew a thing or two about using his body. And hell, he could appreciate how gorgeous she looked when she was doing her thing, from a personal and professional standpoint alike. Nobody, absolutely nobody did it better.

Teremesha didn’t have anything that immediately leapt to his tongue, meanwhile. Instead, he found himself biting his lip. The big lion sat with his stripey stepdad, blushing madly beneath fur and mane. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t related to the gorgeous stripper by blood. Kirabo was his mom’s second husband, but he’d never been anything but Terry’s real dad, and he was proud to say it. That meant Kalypso was his auntie in every way that mattered, and there he was, barely able to take his eyes off her incredible tits.

“It is very close. You just need a little more [i]ferocity[/i],” came a voice from the shadows, where Kilrasha preferred to be.

She would know. The pale lioness sat daydrinking her wine, one sip at a time, watching the zebra with her typically intense eyes. To those who didn’t know her, such a glare might have projected disapproval, but everyone there knew what she was like. Her passion blazed in everything she did, and she didn’t offer praise where it wasn’t warranted. That mutual respect between similarly big and intimidating sisters-in-law meant she owed nothing but total honesty.

“You’re too kind.” Kalypso leaned back on the pole, idly sliding down into a squat with her weight against it, moving sensually even when she was merely pondering. “Of course, my chosen partners for the performance will help with that. Once I find the perfect boys to break and tame, I’m sure the inspiration will [i]flow.[/i]”

Terry visibly squirmed in his seat. Why was she looking right at him when she said that? He got caught up in her two-toned gaze, looking into her one blue and one brown eye, and then he was looking at anything but her. The ceiling had never been more interesting. He scanned it as if he’d just remembered something incredibly important up there. There wasn’t much he could have done to make it more obvious that he was trying to hide how flustered he was. Kirabo leaned over to elbow him with a chuckle.

“Ah, come on Terr, no need to be embarrassed. She’s [i]trying[/i] to turn us on. That you’re getting all worked up is just natural. A compliment, really. And you’re not the only one, I’m sure.” He turned his head towards his wife, who sat cross-legged, filing at a painted claw. “Right? How wet are you right now after that, ‘Rasha?”

The lioness spoke without even looking up, her expression unchanging.

“Drenched.”

The zebra turned back to his son with a triumphant smirk. “There you have it.”

Kalypso watched them both, crouched down on the edge of the stage, bulge nearly touching down to the surface. She wore a curious, surprisingly gentle smile. At least she was a lot less intimidating when she wasn’t all painted up in her stage makeup. She always looked like death incarnate with that, and a very sexy death at that. Extending a hand, she gave a look that Terry couldn’t help returning.

“Would you like to dance with me, Terry?”

The lion didn’t move for a few moments. He turned his gaze from her, to his mom, his dad, and to the back of the room just in case someone else had snuck in to watch in the meantime. He certainly wasn’t getting any objections from his parents, even if they both knew well what she meant by a dance. There were few things he wanted more at that moment, but admitting that was the hardest part.

“I don’t think you’d want that. I’m not exactly the most coordinated.”

Kalypso clicked her tongue. “Now we both know that’s not true. I saw your last fight. Such a performance of its own, and what a knockout it was. The heart of a warrior beats on inside you, just like your mother.”

“Oh, well ...” For someone who was so good at defending himself, Terry could be such a pushover. “I suppose what I mean is I’m not much of a dancer.”

“That hardly matters. You’ll know what to do when you’re moving with me.”

The lion finally laughed a little, clasping his hands together. “I’m really not getting out of this one, am I?”

“Certainly not,” Kilrasha said from her corner. “You go up there and dance with your aunt. I won’t be having you half-assing it, either.”

Her strict, domineering mommy act was mostly just that, a bit of amusement for everyone involved. [i]Mostly[/i]. The lion finally stood. That meant he was showing off how stiff he was for everyone else to see, but he was getting pretty close to the point of not caring. Not there yet, but close. Then there was the fact that his modest, if respectable prick was a needle compared to the javelin that was Kalypso’s heaving cock. It was tucked away for the moment, but he’d glanced at her shows before, he’d seen how big it could get when she was fully worked up. There was nobody bigger, at least not that he’d ever met, and she made him feel like he might as well have had a pussy. It wasn’t a bad feeling, overall.

She took his hand when he got close and helped him up onto the stage. Not that a strong, nimble cat like him needed the assistance, but he appreciated the gesture anyway. A tap of a button, linked up to the speaker system all around the club, and the beats were pulsing again. This time there was something more haunting, more ethereal playing. He perked his ears to the sound of ghostly singing and looked into the dichotomy of her eyes as if he might find the rhythm of the disorienting drumbeat there. One - twothreefour - one ...

What started as a stagger was soon a sexy swagger when he followed her guidance for a mere few measures of the music. It was coming so naturally to him, as if merely standing in her presence was enough. Maybe it was breathing her scent, or feeling her fingers intertwined with his own. They started off with something like a slowdance, something romantic and tender, but the rhythms intensified, and so did the zebra. She moved faster, in sharper, wider motions, swinging those huge hips, blurring Terry’s vision with the movement of her stripes. He did his best to move his own hips right along with hers.

There was a little whoop from the gallery when he started shaking right along with Kalypso. Kira couldn’t help himself, and Terry wasn’t going to let it embarrass him. He mirrored her for as long as he could, until she took him by the shoulders and spun him. She was so deceptively strong. Her figure was toned, but his was visibly muscular, and yet she had no trouble grabbing him and putting him exactly where she wanted him. Or maybe he was just feeling especially suggestible whenever she laid her hands on his body.

There he was, right in front of his parents, with his head wedged between his aunt’s breasts and her fat bulge pressed to the small of his back. He could feel her warmth radiating out to him. It made his cheeks hotter and hotter. He was hard, and he was throbbing, and yet she was still bigger, totally at rest. Pressing on him, grinding on him, rubbing against his body, she drowned him in her enchanting scent and slight musk of exertion, until he was balling his fists and pursing his lips just to keep from moaning out loud. Or worse, letting out some kind of meowing sound of totally overwhelmed, horny kitty, moving, bobbing, humping the air with the guidance of her hips.

“Such a strong boy. Such a [i]good[/i] boy,” Kalypso whispered, softly enough her words were meant only for him. “You have this wonderful body, born for war, and yet you feel shame for following your instincts, for the pleasure you truly crave? Silly boy. You are braver than that.”

“Hfff ...” He was straining so hard to keep himself under control that his entire body was tense, visibly bulging with all his well-toned muscle, with his stunning, athletic body that was nonetheless useless to resist her charms. “What instincts are those?”

“You know the ones, Terry. Your thoughts, your dreams, your private needs. You are a part of my family. As important as my blood. I want to help you realize them. I want to fuck you, Terry ...”

“Auntie ...” His voice came out like a whine. It was definitely audible to his parents. He wasn’t sure what he was fussing about, exactly. She was telling him everything he wanted to hear.

“Yes. Your dear aunt Kaly. You can call me that when you’re moaning underneath me. Or you can simply use my name. Say it for me now, will you?”

She leaned somehow even closer, as if to phase right through him, or absorb him, squishing him in her cleavage, pressing the outline of her slowly firming zebracock to his tingling spine. A wet lick through his mane made a spit-slicked mess of it after all his effort to groom it just right. He simply had no choice. A long, breathy exhalation of those three sexy syllables communicated everything he was feeling without the need for a single word more.

“Kallllypso ...”

He could somehow feel the approving smile on her lips. She kissed him on the neck. She took him by the hips. By her guidance, they continued on, pressed irrevocably close, intertwined and sharing in the intensity of their arousal for each other, of the sort that only spurred more mutual lust the longer it throbbed. Her grip was tight enough that sometimes his paws didn’t even touch the floor on the trip from the front to the back, where even more private, even more sinful things occurred. The journey was a blur, over before he knew it, but only because Kalypso knew exactly where she was going.

At least she wasn’t going to just bend him over right there on the stage, in front of such an intimate audience. He was going to need a little time before he was ready to be openly horny right in front of his family. Even if she was family, too. It was all so naughty, all so forbidden that he found himself sometimes scanning just to see if there were cameras hidden away in the upper corners of the new room he found himself staggering into.

Tucked away behind a curtain, the lion soon found himself in a luxurious private room, the kind normally reserved for VIPs of the highest importance. There were cushions and couches, along with another pole planted right in the centre of all that seating. Kalypso led him along and gave him a little nudge, which might as well have been a shove for how it threw him off balance. He’d taken punches to the face that had staggered him less. Over he flopped, kicking his paws up in the air when he collapsed into one of the couches, left staring up at his gloriously sexy aunt and her gleaming gaze pointed down at him.

“You have grown into such a handsome young man. Strong. Courageous. All the more reason to let it all out, to drop your ever-present guard and mewl for me, for a little while. A good boy like you needs someone who treats you [i]right.[/i]”

“And what does treating me right look like?” he asked, still on his back, looking up at her.

“That’s the kind of thing we can only know once we’ve felt each other out a little. So go on, Terry. Sweet nephew. Mighty feline warrior. Have a feel of the zebra meat before you.”

Teasing at his instincts had the opposite effect he expected. Rather than set him off into some sort of primal, aggressive lust, it brought him down to his most kitty state, until he was ready to get on his knees and meow for her. Instead, he sat up and crawled over, all but bowing before the zebra. They were all alone. The only one who could judge him for being horny was Kaly herself, and she did not achieve her legendary status as someone who passed swift judgment. He’d always been looking at her, always grappling with those dirty private thoughts, and he hardly knew where to start when he was finally free to put his hands on her, without any shame.

First, he had to run his fingers along the striped contours of her hips. They were so very wide, supporting her fine ass, her thick thighs, and the powerful muscle beneath the curves. Her skin was smooth as sleek, shining in the light, rubbing off a natural perfume to cling to him with his every touch. He was modest for as long as he could contain himself, but when she was openly inviting him to feel her up, he simply had to obey. Laying hands like a healer upon the tightly contained outline of her absolutely enormous balls, feeling them, lifting them, lightly squeezing them, doing everything he could to get an impression of their sheer, colossal [i]heft[/i].

“Oh my [i]god[/i],” he simply said after playing with them for a few seconds. “[i]How?[/i]”

“I am blessed, even among my stripey kind.” Kalypso spoke matter-of-factly. She wasn’t boasting.

“No kidding. I could just play with these all day. But something tells me you want more than that.”

He said that as he watched the zebra filling out, getting stiffer, heavier, stretching the fabric of everything that kept her contained. She gave him a good shot of her cock-cleavage, so to speak, of the base of that swelling zebra dick peeking above the hem of her bottoms. With a glance to her just to confirm every touch was still welcome, he reached to strip her himself just so he could get a better look. Once freed, her shaft stood up suddenly, jutting towards his face, leaving him bobbing and weaving just to avoid a KO from that solid club of flare-tipped, pitch black, veiny, thumping, flexing [i]cock[/i].

“I want whatever you want, Terry. Let your desires guide you. Don’t worry about what I get out of this. Every moment you’re happy, I’m happy.”

“Well, I’m [i]certainly[/i] happy,” he said, starting to stroke her at the base, slowly working to the tip.

The more he sat there, breathing her scent, inhaling her pheromones, the more he was falling under her spell. He knew that much, and it felt incredible. Nothing that happened was against his will. It had all been waiting for the right time to happen. He leaned in closer and gave her a kiss on the cock. A soft breath from above told him she liked that, so he smooched again, and again, until he couldn’t help but get his tongue involved to lap up the thick, musky treat awaiting him at the very tip of her shaft.

That bead seemed to melt upon his tongue, sinking deeply into his senses, making him close his eyes and moan for her without a care in the world. That was a [i]loud[/i] sound. He was proud of that wordless confession, dancing his tufted tail around behind him. Grasping her shaft tightly, yet carefully, he continued lapping at it for as long as it kept providing that tasty treat. He was the cat with the cream, even if it was still just precum. That silky offering gave him everything he needed, until he felt like he was one good lick away from just cumming in his pants from taste alone.

That simply wasn’t going to do. He stopped just so he could stand up and strip himself down, or that was the plan at least. With his gaze so firmly fixed on the zebra in front of him, he didn’t notice the other one sneaking up behind him. Kirabo surprised him like he was the predator of the pairing, getting an arm around his chest and his blunt teeth on the big cat’s scruff. Terry might have been taller, stronger, heavier, but he was near to collapse from just a nibble like that. The voice that came out of him certainly wasn’t his usual rumbly big cat tone.

“Daaaad, not in front of ...” he began, only to realize how silly his fussing sounded.

“Not in front of who? My big sis? Your lovely auntie whose dick you’re licking?”

“Yeah, it made less sense the more I thought about it. Still, it’s supposed to be our secret thing, mom’s right outside ...”

That certainly didn’t stop Kirabo from grinding on the lion’s back, outright humping his muscular butt a few times. He got his hands under the lion’s shirt and helped lift it to really show off those sculpted abs and pecs. The cat was an absolute adonis, but he was squirming and blushing under the touches of the zebra, especially with Kalypso throbbing right in front of his face. Kira chuckled after giving a nice warm lick to the back of his stepson’s neck.

“Terr. Did you really think we could ever get anything past that woman? She probably knew from the moment we exchanged our first flirty glances.”

Terry tensed his shoulders a second, but he probably always knew that. That she’d never said anything about it surely meant she approved. Terry naturally called Kira dad and all, but they were more like best buddies, and that meant they could fuck as much as they wanted without it being weird. Well, maybe a little. That was what made it so hot to feel that stiffening cock pressing up against his bare back, grinding, leaking, smearing his fur. He’d worn Kira’s scent plenty of times before, and this time it was going to mingle with big sister and aunt Kaly’s.

Kirabo wasn’t stopping there. He’d already taken the opportunity to disrobe, to get his cock totally bare for grinding into some tawny fur. It was only fair that everyone followed suit. Terry was left in the squirmy position of getting his pants stolen by one zebra while the other one took off her top right in front of them. An initial lift and drop of her tits made them wobble, but he was astounded by how they were exactly as perky uncovered as they were with support. They all but floated, as huge as his head each, and he was offering his tribute once he was nude, spurting precum at her unusually cloven hooves. His eyes traced down her stripes to look at the small puddle he was making on the floor. It was nothing compared to what she was putting out, of course, or what Kira was rubbing into his fur. His was the smallest dick in the room by far, and he was surrounded on both sides by big, fat zebra cocks looking for a home.

The one behind him was reasonably sized, for a horsecock anyway. It was safe, comfortable, and familiar. He settled back onto it as smoothly as taking a seat. Kira took the bigger lion in his lap, clutching him by the hips, and pressed deeply inside him without much more than a huff and a groan of delight from the oversized kitty. He clutched Terry’s tailbase, tugged it, and took a handful of mane just to really get that cat rumbling while he worked to go balls deep in the powerful stud. Kalypso got to stand and watch it all with amusement, but the throbbing and spurting of her own shaft meant Terry couldn’t neglect it for much longer.

“Ohhhhh ... that feels good.”

“You always say that. Just like that. And I love it.” The zebra rubbed his face into the fluff of the lion’s well-kept mane. “Don’t neglect your auntie, though. You got her worked up. It’s your job to deal with it.”

“Well.” Terry looked up at Kaly with an apologetic expression. “As much as I’d love to get spitroasted by two zebras and called a big dumb lion, I don’t think my jaw stretches that far. Can give it my best, though.”

“That’s all I ask,” Kalypso softly said, reaching out. “May I?”

“Grab all you want. Special stripe privileges, really. All zebras are welcome to snatch my mane as needed.”

Soon he had three hands dug deep into his mane. There was plenty for everyone to tug, pulling him in two different directions. Kirabo was bouncing the handsome boy in his lap, fucking that fine ass. He could take it. He’d taken it so many times. It was big enough to bulge his middle a little, but never too big. Moaning and [i]rawling[/i] out, shutting his eyes tight for a moment, he composed himself so he could focus on what he owed. Leaving Kaly all horny without release was simply unfathomable. He started off with a good, two-handed stroke and went from there, ready to test his limits with Kira as his guide.

Dancing his tongue around the blunt tip gave him plenty to taste, as before. He was even more thorough, slathering, drooling on her a little, panting against her tip. Taking in more and more of her flavour had a way of inspiring him. He could do anything under her watchful eyes. Even suck her cock. Not the whole thing, mind. But he could get a start on it, opening up wider and wider, giving the occasional writhe or groan when Kira fucked him right in the perfect spot. He didn’t let that distract him for too long. He kept going until he was [i]sucking[/i] that monstrous dick.

“Ohhhhh, such a good nephew, mm mm mmmmmm ....”

Kalypso must have been exaggerating a little when she moaned that loudly. He wasn’t [i]that[/i] good. Though even he was impressed by how much of that flare he could get in his mouth. It was softer than it looked, which led him to the frightening conclusion that she wasn’t even fully hard yet. His greatest asset was his tingly tongue, and he used it well to bring the snuffs and snorts from the zebra above him. His own moans rumbled around the tip of that cock. Kira was fucking him good, even from underneath him. The pleasure built and built, making him leak on his own lap, but he was determined to go down on Kaly as deep as he could go, even when it meant bulging his throat with her enormous girth.

Bobbing, slurping, [i]schlurking[/i] around the gullet-stuffing shaft inside him, Terry sucked until his eyes were watering. There he was, the trained fighter, and he was utterly smothered in zebra musk, drooling on a dick, getting his ass fucked by his striped stepdad. A solid thump of balls to the back of his own every time he came down on that flared dick sent a surge of pleasure through him, leaving him gripping Kaly’s shaft harder, sucking her faster, more wetly by the moment. She gave him more of a reward with every slurp, spurting thick juices down his throat, but there was something so much better awaiting him with just a little more work.

Maybe it was the energy crackling through the air, painting the pretty neon moment just right, syncing up their bodies for a perfect shuddering climax all at once. Kalypso raised her hands, cupped her breasts, and gave a theatrical moan towards the ceiling. It was right out of the dirty movies. Kira wasn’t quite so elegant, huffing and groaning in Terry’s ear, nibbling on him all the more, but it was better than the lion’s own muffled mewl. That wasn’t a lion sound. That was a happy kitty getting exactly what he needed, fucking and sucking until he came hands free, spurred on by the delicious flavour getting imprinted on his tongue with those inches of zebra meat straight down his throat.

A great, splattering sound of release rang out through the room and outside it too. Terry could do little more than guzzle pure spunk and get his belly filled until his perfect, taut middle was looking a little swollen. Kira drained his nuts inside the slightly younger lion, and Kalypso doused his insides with a cumshot so fat that the lion came dangerously close to choking on it. She pulled out at the precise moment before it was too much, when he felt on the cusp of drowning. Terry hacked up a little of it, shaking his way through extended orgasm while the impossibly hung stripper absolutely hosed him down in everything else she milked out with her huge, clenching nuts.

The lion got his mane positively drenched and flattened to his head to leave him looking much less impressive, much less handsome. The rest poured down his chest, or just splashed off of him. Kira got plenty of it too. Kalypso didn’t hesitate to cum right in her younger brother’s face, and he didn’t avoid it either. He let it paint him, holding Terry close, squeezing the big cat while he got himself flooded. Terry was still coughing even after Kalypso’s great crescendo of hot, silky zebra cum came to a close. He managed to mostly catch his breath by the time Kira gently touched his cheek and turned his muzzle for a kiss.

Together they made out, father and son in all ways that mattered, sharing a mouthful of Kalypso’s cum. Such a sinful, incestual scene left the stripper with a soft smile on her lips and a bright flash of something in her eyes. She gave her cock a shake and let it slowly soften as the juices dripped down to the floor and steamed up the room in humid, mind-draining zebra musk. Her tone was even more sultry than usual.

“I think I may have just found my co-stars. You boys are born performers, each in your own ways. If you are willing ...we will begin your training soon.”

If there was one thing Terry knew how to do, it was to train. Maybe not in the way she meant, but he was far too intrigued to turn her down. There was no need to answer just yet. He was enjoying the sloppy kiss with his zebra dad, swallowing as much cum as he could before Kira stole it with strokes of his tongue. He was still sitting on that dick, keeping it warm inside of him, loving squirming and rumbling his best semblance of a smaller cat’s purr. They were both so important to each other. Working together, Terry was certain they could conquer whatever challenges the cunning Kalypso put forth. Mostly, anyway.

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“Ohhh ... sis ...”

It was the most forbidden of moans, the perfect, blissfully incestual near-climax that left Kirabo whimpering underneath his older sister. Kalypso was in deep. She took the smaller zebra by the hips, pulled his ass up against her, and pounded a little harder, a little faster. Her cock was big enough to bulge Kira’s middle, all the way to his chest. It shouldn’t have fit so well, but with enough training, enough time spent bucking and grinding that taut black hole, she’d helped him along the way, training him to be his very best. Even still, she wasn’t in all the way. That would have broken him.

“Yesss, just like that, tilt your head up to show everyone how much you love it.”

It all came so naturally to Kira. He was used to showing off. Modelling wasn’t exactly the same thing as being a well-trained cockslut, but he knew how to move his body to the fullest effect, and taking weeks to learn the choreography meant he could get every single motion down to a science. He tossed his head, flipping his hair, and groaned towards an imaginary audience. The seats stretched on and on before him, but he pictured every single one full. They had the club all to themselves just to practice their perfect, showy, taboo fuck.

“Now up. On your hooves. Dance with me.”

There was a bit of a stumble on his part when she pulled him up with nothing more than the strength of her cock inside of him. He dangled like a puppet for a moment, impaled, sinking dangerously closer to the base of Kaly’s dick. When he finally found his footing, he doubled down, braced himself with his hands on his knees, and took the time to ride that shaft, bouncing his ass up and down until his legs were quaking. His big sis had to sweep him up and catch him before he fell after a little of that. It was simply too much, pressing his buttons too hard, grinding everything to a halt so he could cum himself stupid all over the stage.

“Ahhhhhh fuck ... sorry, I can’t ... I [i]can’t[/i] ...”

“Shhhh. We’ll get there. Cum for me. Little runt.”

She teased with utter affection, of course. There was a gentle hum in her voice when she brought him down again, mounted over his ass, on all fours atop him, then three when she reached around to grasp him by the base of his dick and jerk him to a finish. Hardly necessary given he was already quivering and twitching, spurting out so much precum it was trailing over the edge of the stage and down to the floor, but she wanted to feel the throbbing need between her fingers. If they kept going like that, with her huge cock pounding his button so hard, it wasn’t going to last forever. She calmly reminded him of that even while she was fucking him to a climax.

“One less day stiff. I hope you’re enjoying it while it lasts. Every night with me brings us a little closer to the breaking point.”

Listening to those words, spoken so succinctly, so [i]knowingly[/i], that was everything he needed to blow his fattest cumshot yet. He went into a back-arching, braying, shuddering state of utter bliss, possessed by ecstasy, shaking and swaying as if giving one last dance of a performance even as he showered his surroundings with the arcing gush of thick, hot zebra cream. It splattered hard, and it just kept flowing, filling the room with humid musk. Kalypso milked it out of him with her flexing flare, her bulging veins, her stiff medial ring, massaging every last tender spot to get every drop from him she could. She knew how he liked it.

If it seemed like she wasn’t getting any pleasure of her own out of making her younger brother cum his brains out, the curl of her lip, the flick of her ears, the sharp breath she took as she flexed her cock inside his clenching ass was all it took to give her away. Then there was the tight, intense [i]pump[/i] of her balls, moments before the huge, audible [i]SPLURCH[/i] of cum inside Kira. She just had to show him up. For as much as a a mess he made, shaking and shivering as it trickled off, she casually dumped twice as much zebra cum inside him until his belly swelled and the taut ring of his ass gripping her just below the midpoint of her dick couldn’t hold it all back.

Leaking and overflowing, eventually outright drooling all the jizz getting shot inside of him, Kira was left a swollen, coughing mess when Kalypso slowly slurped her shaft out of him and laid him out flat on the stage like she was making a bed. She patted him on the butt and let him recover, only turning her attention to the other occupant of the room when she was sure her brother was comfortable. Or as much as he could be at least, after taking such a godly dick. Terry’s mouth was hanging open just watching it all, almost disbelieving that Kirabo could even [i]survive[/i] something like that.

“Now. My dear lion nephew.” Kalypso tilted her head down to give him her most intimidating of flirty gazes. “You’ve been such a fine cocksucker and general slobberer. But you know I’ve always wanted more from you. I [i]expect[/i] better from such a brave man. Don’t you think it’s time we’ve tested to see how deep you can take me?”

Terry just gave a deep breath at the mention of that. He wasn’t going to argue. She was right. It was time. He only had minor trepidations.

“How ... dangerous is it, exactly?”

“Oh, Terry. For all you put your body through, you’re afraid of your auntie’s dick?”

“I didn’t [i]say[/i] I was afraid.” He offered her an embarrassed smile.

“There is so much we communicate through the smallest movements of our bodies. That is what you will come to understand, with enough of my teaching.” She returned his smile, and offered her hand. “But to answer your question, not at all. I will be sure to hold back. There are times when I get carried away, feeling a warm, ruinable someone all wrapped around me, times when I simply cannot keep from going fully, completely balls-deep even if it means they’re never quite the same. Broken, and yet they still keep coming back to me. Why’s that, do you think?”

Terry didn’t need to answer that. It was clear from a mere glance at her. He took her hand and let her help him to the stage, where he stood naked in front of her colossal, slathered cock. The urge to drop down to his knees and worship it as usual was an overpowering one. He wanted to taste it so bad. But all slicked up like that, there was never a better time to let her [i]take[/i] him. For real this time. No more quarter-inserted blowjobs or just letting her grind on him to completion. He’d been soaking in her scent for weeks, dreaming of her, counting down the days until she was really, truly [i]inside[/i] of him. He didn’t expect it to come so soon, nor did he think he was ready, but that didn’t matter. Kalypso knew best.

He stumbled slightly when she turned him. For as good as his footwork usually was, that was when he was dancing with an opponent, not a partner. She was someone he couldn’t dream of conquering, always one step ahead, reading his body language before he even made a move. She picked him up. Just like that. With her hands poised under his arms, she lifted his whole bulky form as if he weighed nothing. He didn’t feel her shaking or straining in the slightest when she so casually placed him right atop her cock, letting him feel the flared tip slip between his cheeks, prodding, grinding, slowly spreading him out. He gave a gasp and some blurted words.

“When you say you’ve broken people before, what exactly did you mean? You keep using that word. Mind? Body?”

“A little of both, dear nephew. Ah! You’re so fucking tight for someone so far from a virgin. Exactly how I like them.” She stroked down his chest and eventually got a hand underneath one of his strong legs, then the other, hefting them up to give her a better angle at his ass. “But mostly I meant it exactly as it sounds. A night with an unrestrained me, a session where I go a little too far, and I leave cute boys like you limp and useless, never to give anything but a thin, watery spurt of tribute for me after I burst their button and leave them my little perma-bottoms.”

“You’re making that up ...” Terry huffed, getting stiffer just thinking about it.

“Will you take that risk? A young stallion of a cat like you, I might just find myself struggling to hold back, overwhelmed by the naughty temptation to leave my mark ...”

“You wouldn’t really.”

“Oh, I [i]would[/i], cat. I will go just as far as you let me go. We have a show to put on, after all. Don’t we want to make it one to remember?”

She prodded a little more firmly, a little more insistently at that, slowly sinking into him. His response was to do his best to relax, pushing back, sinking down on her dick to accept his fate, whatever it may be. Kaly took it slowly with him, despite her menacing words. Maybe she was just teasing him all along, or maybe she was simply working up to the harsh treatment. She penetrated him and she kept on pushing, finding him much more accommodating than anyone would have ever expected a big, strong lion like him to be. He knew how to take a zebra cock after years of sleeping with his stepdad, but there was nothing quite like her own.

Bulging him out beneath the abs, she still clutched him and lifted him without the need for support. Eventually she backed against the pole behind her, but it was only so she could sink down to a squat and set him in her lap, diving down towards the base of her cock. The deeper he went, the more he found himself straining, until he hit a wall and gave a sharp groan to tell her to stop. She did. Kalypso squeezed him around the waist, hugging the outline of her own shaft pulsing inside of him. Every single moment it spent inside him was one he got a little fuller, taking those constant spurts of precum that was as thick as a cumshot from anyone else. Anyone [i]less[/i].

“There’s my good boy. Such a good kitty, performing so well for auntie.” She spoke fondly to him as she bobbed him up and down, massaging his prostate until he was making scrunched feline faces for her, unable to even make a sound for how much pleasure flooded his senses in those moments. “You’re going to be a star, you know that? A different sort than the one you already are, but one to be whispered about in hushed awe, to go down in history among the finest of manly men turned mewling sluts.”

“You don’t know that,” he managed to groan.

“I know everything. About you, most of all. I can read your future through the flexes you make on my cock. You’ve been waiting for me all your life, haven’t you? Even if you never knew it until now.”

“Didn’t know you ... [i]hnnnn[/i] ... were dick-psychic.”

Terry’s efforts to be witty were strained by pleasure she was giving him, just by being inside of him. She wasn’t even fucking him yet. Her presence alone massaged him in ways he’d never felt with anyone else, absorbing every throb, every succulent spurt. Kalypso remained in that powerful squat, tail lifted in an arch, back straight, breasts serving as a pillow for his maned head. Compared to the average person, the lion looked like a big, strong, tall fellow, ready to compete in the heavyweight leagues. In aunt Kaly’s hands, he was just a kitty, kicking his paws in the air only to groan out loud when that flexing movement made the pressure on his prostate all the more intense.

She held him and she squeezed him, coming close to nibble on one of his ears. He flicked it at her as if to fend her off, but that was no use. It was oddly surprising to feel her teeth were indeed blunt. Working him like that, he half expected fangs, especially when she could dig in so deep with her softly spoken phrases that were words and threats all at once.

“Every time you lift your tail for me, you take a little more risk. I could break even you, Terry. You know that well, I’m sure. You take that risk willingly, earnestly.”

With that, she gave him a solid, hard thrust. He yelped. She was too big for him, but in the best of possible ways. She was so slick, so stiff, making such a mess inside of him, and she wasn’t even halfway inside him. Sinking down to sit atop that snug medial ring, to feel it grinding on him inside and out, that pushed him to the edge already. He wanted to be his best self for her, but his muscles were jerking and spasming, his whole body overtaken by the power of the pleasure she pumped inside of him. Such strange convulsions passing through him they were, but he wasn’t going to complain when he felt [i]that[/i] good.

It was supposed to be a roar. It didn’t end up like one. He gave something of a [i]mraaaaah[/i] from his open jaws when he came hard for Kalypso. At least that was impressive. Thick, potent strands of lion spunk shot clear across the room and over the edge of the stage. Kira ended up getting splashed, but he barely reacted. Terry emptied his balls out, pumping and gushing for the deadly stripper fucking his ass. She worked to stroke and hump smoothly inside of him while he drained it all out, released everything he’d been holding back. It wasn’t until he was entirely done cumming for her that she actually finished, as if to make a statement.

He could empty his nuts nicely, but she was infinitely more potent, flooding him in an instant, making him taste what rushed through his body and bloated his belly seemingly instantly. So much cum fired from that flared zebra cock that he felt for a brief moment of panic that he was going to simply break right then and there. Surely he couldn’t hold much more. He was right on that part at least, letting it all pour out down Kalypso’s balls, then her thighs, overflowing moments from the start of her release. She still wasn’t done fucking it into him.

It wasn’t until he was a drooling, wretched wreck, a rag of a lion all drenched in zebra spunk, sweat, and kisses that she finally relaxed. She’d never moved from that deep squat, pressing her ass tight against the pole behind her while she fucked him full and left him that much closer to ruined. A nuzzle of his mane and a warm smooch on the cheek reminded him who she was, in case he forgot in the midst of ecstasy and trepidation. That was his dear, lovely auntie with her cock shoved deep inside of him, showing her an edge he’d always known she had, but had never truly seen for himself. She whispered.

“One less nice big cumshot from this good lion boy. Shall I add a stripe to your hide to keep track of all the chances you’ve taken with me?” Kalypso licked him on the neck and mane again, further flattening and smoothing that once-impressive halo of fur. “Or maybe it’s better if you never know when it’s coming.”

She still hadn’t explained exactly what it was, but that just made it better for him. There he was, the proud lion, quivering and even whimpering, dick drooping down after paying her such a thorough tribute. It got softer a lot faster than it usually did. That was enough to make him break out of the haze to glance down for a moment. Maybe it was already starting. Whatever it was she was implying, at least. He was starting to get the idea, but the most important idea of all was the pending show. Just a few more weeks of practice, and they were going to be perfectly prepared to wow and shock the audience of hundreds - or more. It was his singular purpose, when he wasn’t simply soaking in all the pleasure of being with the zebra at least.

---

“Just a little more off the sides.”

“Mmm.”

Kirabo was standing by advising while Kaly ran the razor. The buzzing resonated through Terry’s head, not because it was especially loud, but because of what it represented. Clumps of his lovely mane drifted to the floor, or got quickly brushed away from his shoulders by the zebra shaving him. Surely it’d grow back with time, right? He couldn’t see himself, but he knew he looked so much younger, so much less impressive without it. She was making a lioness of him, and he just sat there stiff the whole time.

When she was done, she finally gave him the chance to look at himself. The sight of his own reflection in the mirror she held made him gasp, and then shyly grin. It was one thing to say he was hers. Now he really looked it. The zebra leaned in and took a sniff of what remained of his mane, a tuft atop his head more than anything, and then kissed him on the cheek.

“You’re such a good kitty.”

The enthralling feeling of hearing that was something he wished he could bottle. He [i]was[/i]. He was [i]such[/i] a good kitty. His tufted tail started dancing around on its own as he stood, giving himself one more brushing off, shaking off a few last shreds of his once-proud mane. His face looked so much smaller, which made his neck look thinner, and it all made his overall masculine, impressive body that much less imposing. He timidly locked eyes with his stepdad, and Kira gave him a gleaming smile.

“Looking good, Terr. Hey, come here. Try that thing.”

It didn’t take any explaining. Terry cleared his throat, brought out a rising growl, and raised his hands, fingers curled to show off the claws. A sincere lunge at the smaller zebra ended with him getting grabbed, twisted around, and bent over with practised expertise. Kira had learned that move well. With his hands held behind his back like that, Terry was helpless to resist a little humping. The bulge pressing to his butt wasn’t exactly helping him temper that excitement. Shaved and overpowered, he could only await whatever treat came next while his stepdad casually rubbed a growing bulge against him.

A faint clink accompanied Kalypso returning to the scene. He’d hardly noticed she’d departed. For such a big, hooved animal she could be so oddly silent. She presented a pillow, topped with an assortment of leather collars in various styles. Kirabo knew the assignment without a word. He took one and pressed it against his neck, still clutching Terry’s wrists with one hand. The lion probably could have easily broken free at that point, but that would have meant denying himself a little more teasing and grinding. Kira gave a few more thrusts before letting go so he could actually close that collar around his throat.

“Hmmm. What do you think?” He posed, as came so naturally to him, gesturing to his neck with both hands.

“Too many hearts, I think,” Terry said.

“Mm. Agreed.” Kaly pondered, considering the options. “Something a little more stylish than flirty for my fancy little bro, I think.”

“I [i]am[/i] the fanciest.” Kira gave a toss of his blue-streaked hair with one hand. That must have been the third colour it’d been in the last few weeks.

“There. Try this.” Kalypso offered a more delicate-looking black strap.

That one was perfect from the first glance. Terry reached over to help tighten and adjust it just right, giving it a good tug and patting the zebra on the butt in the meantime. Kira smirked, turning this way and that, letting everyone see. There was a lacy, almost lingerie-like design to the clasps that fit him so well. As for Terry’s own, he was just going to have to think about it. There were so many choices.

Something delicate and feminine would have fit his present state, with his mane all diminished and even his muscles starting to get a little softer with all the training he was neglecting. He had [i]other[/i], more important training to focus on. Yet despite him feeling so much less manly, there was something appealing about the spiked collar look. He gingerly reached for it and got a nod of approval from Kaly when he looked up to her. That was okay with auntie. He could try the cool one.

Kira helped him get it on in turn, running his fingers over the dull spikes when it was adjusted. Terry gave a little growl that wasn’t convincing anyone. Kaly offered a smile and a squeeze of his cheek.

“I think that’s perfect for you. My little beast of a nephew. We’re getting so close now. I can’t wait for everyone to see what I’ve tamed. You’ll be such a star, Terry. The stage was meant for you both.”

Then her attention shifted downwards, to blatantly wrap her whole hand around his bulge. Squeezing and teasing, playing with him through his pants, she offered him that flash of something in her eyes that always turned him on in ways he’d never felt before.

“Counting down the days. I do hope you enjoy it while it lasts.”

---

The lights fell. All chatter ceased. There were to be no phones, no words, no distractions. All eyes were on the stage. A beat began, simple at first. But something was building. The low rumble of anticipation rose and rose as Kalypso tightened her boots one last time. Drums. Bass. And then she debuted, in all her glory, silhouetted by neon devil wings on the backdrop behind her. Something wicked approached the pole, and every eye was upon her.

Nobody breathed when she made her approach. Kalypso knew she could have suffocated an entire building if she merely kept them waiting a little longer. Instead, she gave them what they wanted when the bass dropped, thrusting out towards the audience, grasping the pole she knew so well. A sultry moan of pleasure that was anything but exaggerated came when she felt the familiar touch of cold metal press against her spine. Down she went, dipping the bulge of her balls nearly to the stage, only to spring back up again with a certain aggression, a certain lunge.

A slow turn made sure everyone got an angle on everything she had. Her body rolled and rippled, an ocean of stripes to mesmerize the onlookers. When she straightened again, it was to snap her fingers perfectly in time to the arrival of her co-stars. Kirabo approached in a nut-hugging thong, chain in hand. The metal served as a leash of sorts for the crawling lion. Shaved, muzzled, and stripped nude, Terry crawled on all fours before the audience, led along, thrashing and growling to gasps from those who sat nearby.

When he was front and centre, he made a lunge for the audience like he was going to break free of all his restraints and start mauling everyone in sight. Kirabo yanked him back just in time, only for Terry to make a lunge at his handler. It was just as they practiced, to make it look as convincing as possible, because it [i]was[/i] real. Despite being smaller than his son, Kira really did overtake him in that grip and spin, bending over the mighty fighter in front of everyone, humping him to show his dominance.

The one thing they’d never focused on in exact terms was when Terry was supposed to get turned on. Was it too early? Too bad. It probably made the show better that everyone got to see how hard he got seconds after getting humiliated like that. Some people recognized him, surely. Some didn’t at all. He was pretty sure he knew a few faces in the sea of people that was the audience, in those brief glimpses he got. Kilrasha was there, watching his every move closely. He managed not to think about it. He had a show to put on.

Simply bending him over wasn’t good enough. They pushed him down. Two zebras overpowered the lion and stepped on his back, pressing down with his hooves to pin him in place. They treated him like a carpet while they stripped down for the audience. That part of the show, he’d seen before, so he didn’t mind missing out on it while he was down. Sometimes he jerked and thrashed around, growling his best, but Kalypso eventually found her spot. She danced her way down atop him, acting seductive, almost gentle, all up until the moment she laid her hands on him.

Even after all his time training with her, it still astounded him how strong she could be. Not only could she snatch him up like nothing, she could support his weight in her lap as she crouched, bouncing, shaking that fine ass for all to see even as she planted him on her cock. One more nibble of his ear, and a long, wet slurp to smear what remained of his mane in spit. The words she spoke were barely audible

“Good kitty. Ready to get broken?”

Terry would have nodded, but he didn’t want to break character. He remained the feisty lion, ready to escape from her grasp and attack, muzzle or not. Well, she could fuck that right out of him. Sinking her cock inside of him with surprising ease, letting everyone oooh and ahhh at the sight of the bulge travelling up behind his abs, thumping, pumping, squirting, making an absolute mess of his fur every time she pulled back for another thrust. Each stroke took her deeper than she’d ever gone, pushing and stretching him even more, until he could feel her swinging nuts tapping against him.

Yet even then, there was plenty more to go. He felt the first wall giving way. The lights highlighted his gritted teeth even through the muzzle. His collar jingled with the brutal motion of the zebra fucking him like it was all part of their dance. Sometimes she brought him up just to show him off a little more, sometimes swinging him around, lifting him, then dropping down to a deep squat and [i]impaling[/i] him on her dick again, going an inch or two deeper each time.

Eventually, there was no more showing off. It was pure rhythm, pure percussive fucking, following an increasingly aggressive beat as if she’d chosen the music for that exact moment, knowing her body so very well. He did his best to pose and thrash for her, playing up his part, but he found himself lost in the pleasure to the point it all started melting away. It wasn’t a show anymore. It was his own personal heaven, at least until she bottomed out fully and slammed her enormous nuts against him, letting him feel them clenching up, churning towards a belly-stretching load.

He was drowning in sensations. The crowd was a blur, a distant roar. His eyes were shut to focus more closely on the scent of zebra sweat, the squish of her perfect tits around his shaved head, and the steady, impossible plunge of [i]so much[/i] cock inside of him. She was pressing all his buttons at once, overloading him, sending him to heights he’d never dreamed off, and he wasn’t even cumming yet. She hadn’t reached a plateau. She kept going faster, fucking him half senseless with her sheer power, her sheer expertise, claiming him for real this time, and that was when he finally felt something start to snap.

Too much. [i]Too much[/i]. It was more than just the pleasure. He was at a different kind of limit. She was going to, she was going to - something, something. His mind was coming apart, but it was more than that too. Pressing that button so perfectly, rubbing the pleasure from his prostate to his fingertips to the back of his skull sent him somewhere higher than he’d ever anticipated. They hadn’t rehearsed this part. His reactions were entirely natural - yowling, mewling, acting like a big spoiled kitty getting his butt fucked better than anyone had ever fucked him before.

Only when she pushed him past that forbidden point, well past danger and into crisis did he cum for her harder than he ever had - or ever would again. He knew it the moment he felt the distinct [i]POP[/i] inside him. Something was used up beyond all recovery. The cum shooting out of him was the last he would ever make - at least the last that thick, that potent. His cock was already softening before he even finished his final climax. What started as an impressive splatter was a faint trickle when she was finally done with him.

There he slumped, limp-dicked and defeated, voice already moaning in shriller tones, trembling in the grasp of the big-dicked stripper zebra nibbling on his neck. He didn’t have his mane to protect him from her teeth anymore. When he was completely broken, he could do little more than soak up her cum like he was a rag, taking it deep inside, swelling, bloating, overflowing, drooling before everyone. Kalypso drained her balls in him longer than she ever had before. Maybe breaking him made her cum even harder than usual.

She fucked him full until he was limp everywhere. Dangling in her grip, he fell inelegantly to the stage, ragdolling flat on his face, sprawled out as if dead. That, they actually had practiced. It was easier to get into character after she’d outright destroyed him, of course. She’d been telling him. Sex with her had its [i]risks[/i] if she went too far. And he’d been encouraging her to go too far the entire time, boldly or dumbly unafraid of the consequences. His body still tingled with the aftermath too much to consider regret, stretched out in the pool of zebra cum leaking from him.

He managed a glimpse of her and Kirabo’s routine while he was down there. Even through blurred vision he could appreciate it. Backlit by neon, the siblings danced together, first innocently twirling, then moving closer, pressing together. They touched, and withdrew, only to find themselves in each other’s arms once more, until Kirabo stood up tall on his hooves and kissed his sister’s lips. There was a pause, and a break in the music to match. Then they fell into each other, grabbing, groping, stripping down for everyone to see. The spotlight was on the pair of them, reflecting off their oiled hides as they took their dance to the pole to fuck in front of everyone, exposed and unafraid.

An emotional moment of passion swelled with the music, only to turn raunchy and rough once they really got going. Terry listened to the hearty [i]plap[/i] of nuts to butt, of sweaty messy sex just above him, dripping down on his prone self. Kalypso wasn’t any less prepared for fucking her brother numb after ruining the lion. Sometimes Terry tried to stir, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He was going to be a carpet on the stage until the moans rose up with the slick thumping, and Kira’s braying turned to desperate cries, overwhelmed in a way that the lion immediately recognized.

Ruining the lion’s modest shaft was one thing. Taking Kira’s thick, hefty shaft and turning it into a useless, flopped down, limp semblance of what it once was all in the span of a tremendous, gushing orgasm only added to Kalypso’s fearsome reputation. She fucked her brother full and left him soft and dripping, slowly settling down from their passionate incestual rut until he could slump down off her softening cock, sloshing with cum. There he laid right along with the lion, panting, drooling on himself, but recovering enough to reach over and help Terry with the muzzle.

Kalypso made sure to loom above, standing proud over the destruction she’d sown while Terry got released. He put his mouth to good use moments after liberation, going down on his limp-dicked stepdad, sucking him clean of his final cumshot. They were two broken boys, leaking watery pre, still getting the occasional throb but failing to fill out no matter how turned on they got. That was fine. There were so many other things they could do, especially with the zebress there to take care of them, and all their needs.

Of course, to truly be [i]performers[/i], they had to work for it. They couldn’t lie on the stage sucking and stroking all night. The audience was ravenous for them, gnashing, reaching, lunging. All it took was a nudge with her cloven hoof to push them over the edge. This time, more literally. They tumbled together but were quickly caught up in the embrace of the crowd grabbing for them, overtaken by the horny horde who occupied the most expensive seats. Terry was right, before. There were definitely some familiar faces in the crowd.

It was hard to say which one was more embarrassing to see. On the one hand, there was his most recent opponent, that scrappy kickboxer he’d managed to get one up on after a long, drawn out fight. There was no question who was going to win the rematch. That tiger had his hands all over his ass from the very first grab. There was licking, nibbling, and then a good, solid smack on the butt before the humping ensured. With his shaft useless, Terry was a bottom for good, and he was going to start his long career of satisfying by showing how much less of a fighter he’d become.

Kilrasha was there too. He hadn’t noticed when she was sitting, but she’d gone out to make some modifications while her husband and son were busy training with her sister in law. She hefted that sleek black shaft in both hands. It was bigger than Kirabo’s had been. A little transformation ensured she could still get everything she needed from the zebra. She was upon him in moments, clawing, biting, giving him everything he loved, mounting him right in front of everyone before anyone else could have a taste. There were so many who wanted a piece of the wrecked boys, and they were going to have to train to keep up with the demand if they wanted to satisfy Kalypso.

The zebra continued her show on the stage, working the afterglow of two orgasms into her movements, sharing her ecstasy with the crowd while Terry and Kira got fucked from two sides by anyone who wanted them. She built and built to another release not by touching herself, but merely by showing off. The audience itself could stroke her off with their mere gazes, working her to full, to bulging, to pumping and dripping until there was no choice but to cum all over everyone in the first few rows.

Terry felt it, Kira did too, along with everyone else who was too close to the stage. They knew the risks of those tickets. No one was complaining about getting showered with hot, musky zebra spunk as the lights dimmed and Kalypso’s lingering scent wafted through the room. All that preparation for something which was short but sweet, and yet it had all been worth it, even if it was just a prelude to the pleasures to come. The boys had plenty of suitors lined up, and of course Kalypso herself wasn’t going to let up on them just because they were a little broken. Two hungering boi-sluts, tails lifted, lips pursed around any cock on offer, limp and drippy dicks swaying with the thrusts they endured, they had so successfully found their way to their new careers and lives alike.