Putting on a Show
Commission for SonicFoxhound involving a lot of stripes
Was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did.
Let me know what you think!
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"The things you do for family," Noah said with a sigh as he walked along the beach, hands in the pockets of his swim trunks.
"What?" Zed asked, glancing up at the taller zebra. He was having a hard time keeping pace next to his friend and wasn't used to walking over sand.
"Hm? Oh, just talking to myself." Noah told him. "I love Zoey, and I'm excited to see her performance, but," he gestured out in front of them where the large crowd of people were gathering. It was getting dark, and with no moon in the sky, the majority of the light came from torches that had been lit around the outer edge of the gathering.
Zed looked ahead and gave a soft chuckle. "Yeah, I get it. I hate crowds more than you do."
Noah slowed his pace, wanting to stay out of the throng for as long as he could. "I mean, I don't hate crowds, I just enjoy quieter fun. With less people."
The smaller zebra snorted and ran a hand through his mane. "Well, I hate them. I'm sure it'll be fun, though. I love seeing her dance and stuff."
"Mm, yeah. It should be good. It's supposed to be a good show. She's up first with a couple of her friends. Then she's closing out the show. I think there's like, five different performances besides hers?" Noah said, folding his arms across his bare chest as he paused a ways off from where the crowd was so they could talk before the show started.
"Something like that," Zed said, standing by Noah's side and grimacing toward the crowd. "Supposed to be two hours long."
The pair just stood there for several minutes, listening to the dull roar of the crowd and ambient music that was coming from some speakers all around the outside. From where they stood, Noah could see the raised stage at the front of the crowd and the makeshift backdrop behind it for the performers. Zoey hadn't told him much about what the show was supposed to be like except that phones were strictly prohibited.
That part hadn't been too surprising, as this section of the beach was clothing optional, and that was a rule that you had to follow if you didn't want to be kicked out. Sex was also prohibited, which surprised too many of the exhibitionist tourists who would wander through thinking that clothing optional meant it was a place to get freaky. Noah had broken that rule plenty of times, an impressive feat when your height made it difficult to remain discreet about anything.
"Well, shall we find a spot to sit?" Noah asked, resigning himself to wading through the crowd for a good spot.
Zed shrugged. "I'm just following you."
Noah poked the shorter zebra in the stomach, making him flinch. "Some help you are."
"Hey, you're like, a foot higher than me! You can see all the good spots," Zed said, sticking his tongue out.
Noah brought a hand up to his chin and hmmed thoughtfully. "You're right. So, if I put you on my shoulders, you can spot one even better."
Zed's ears perked up in alarm. "Wait, what?"
Noah lunged at the small equine, but Zed jumped away. "Hey! Come here!"
Zed didn't make it far before he almost lost his footing in the loose sand. He felt Noah's arms wrap around his waist, so he hunched over, trying to keep his legs together. "Noah! Stop it!" he laughed, squirming and trying to pull free from his friend.
"Nuh uh, you're. Going. Up." Noah grunted as he tried to get low enough to pry Zed's legs apart, eventually giving up and just trying to pick him up all together.
The pair fell to the sand, laughing and struggling against each other before one of Zed's knees caught the larger zebra between the legs. Noah let out a groan and rolled off of Zed, holding both hands close to his groin. "Oh, that hurt... that hurt."
Zed was still laughing, and he crawled over atop the downed zebra. "Sorry. But serves you right!"
"I don't know what's worse. The pain, or all the damn sand that's in my hair and fur," he said, sitting up and displacing the smaller equine. He got up and bent over, brushing both hands through his white and black mane, trying to get all the sand out of it.
Zed reached up and grabbed onto one of Noah's arms, pulling himself to his feet. "That's why I wore a shirt!" Zed puffed out his chest before brushing it off. "Now find us a spot before we miss the opening."
"Psh, we still have like, fifteen minutes," Noah said, brushing the sand off his chest before starting back towards the barrier of torches. Zoey had said the show would start when it was completely dark and the last of the sun was just now disappearing beyond the horizon.
Despite there being a lot of people gathering inside the ring of torches, they'd spread out enough that it was easy to navigate between the groups while looking for a good spot. Closer to the front of the stage was a small, empty spot that was a little too close to others for Noah's comfort, but it would give him the best view of his sister's performance. "Come on, up here," he said to Zed, leading him through the crowd and closer to the stage.
Zed looked a bit apprehensive at the spot Noah had picked out, but he didn't say anything. Besides, it was dark, and most of the attention would be on the performance. He took a seat in the sand right next to the taller zebra, then tensed up when he felt an arm drape across his shoulders.
"No one is going to care," Noah said, leaning his muzzle down to whisper in one of Zed's ears. He knew his friend was shy about this sort of thing in public, but Noah wasn't as bothered by it.
The smaller zebra just shifted around until he was leaning into his friend, though his cheeks were still pink under the white on his muzzle. "Should have brought a towel with us like everyone else did."
"Probably. Too late now, though. We'll just have to shower really good before bed, otherwise it's gonna be super uncomfortable," Noah said.
They talked for only a minute before all the torches around the gathering were snuffed out, leaving everything in pitch dark. That got everyone's attention, and the sounds of conversations all around hushed to a whisper as a heavy, rhythmic drum began sounding out from the stage. Speakers had been wired to all sides of the crowd, and the sound of that heavy drum began reverberating through the crowd.
Noah and Zed were watching the stage, ready to see what the performance was about. Even in the dark, with virtually no ambient light around, they could both see figures moving in the dark up on stage. The drum had picked speed, sounding like someone's increasing heartrate. A few other drums had joined in giving the beat a wild, tribal feel. Noah tried to squint his eyes and make out the figures on stage, but he needn't have bothered.
Lights came on around the edge of the stage, but their soft, violet glow did not illuminate the actors or provide any real light to see by. It did, however, highlight the luminescent paint that covered the figures up there. Noah's eyes widened in surprise when he saw the soft, green glow from the reactive paint over his sister's body. From the look of it, the white of her zebra hide had been painted over, leaving the black stripes practically invisible in the darkness. He couldn't see her face, or make out much detail of her body, but the contrast was enticing.
He could also tell that she, like the other figures to either side, was completely naked.
Zoey and he had a rather different relationship than what most people had with their siblings--or half siblings, in this case--so he wasn't unused to seeing her naked form. The darkness hid her modesty, but just barely. The paint did a lot to emphasize and accentuate the curves of her body without giving away too much. He couldn't quite tell what the others on stage were, and the paint adorning them followed more geometric patterns as opposed to natural markings, like Zoey's stripes.
The crowd was entirely silent at this point, all attention on the five figures shrouded in darkness, and barely visible under the ultraviolet lights. The figures were still as the drums picked up speed and intensity. The energy was building both on and off stage, as anticipation of what was to come rose. The drums reached a crescendo and then, with one final beat of the lowest drum, the lights went out, hiding the figures on stage once more.
Ten seconds passed before the lights came back on, drums accompanying them in a slower beat this time, and the figures broke their stillness with Zoey in the center. Noah's eyes were locked onto her form as he she danced to the slow, beating heart of that heavy drum. The smaller drums joined in again, with the two figures on either side of Zoey starting to sway and move with her.
The dancers moved in concert with Zoey's body arching this way and that, her arms stretching to either side, occasionally brushing against other dancers. Hands covered her body as well, only visible as silhouettes against the paint glowing against her skin. They pressed against each other and ungulated to the beat.
Noah stared ahead, mesmerized by the performance. He'd seen Zoey dance lots of times, though she tended to prefer more active, energetic dances that could really showcase her agility. This was slow, deliberate, with a very intimate feel about it with the way the dancers circled each other, pressed to one another, and ran hands against each other's bodies. The beat stayed slow, like a pulse, and Noah could feel his own rising.
He glanced to his side to see Zed's expression, but the darkness was so enveloping that he couldn't really tell. He could feel the smaller zebra's alertness in the way his body was tensed under his arm. Noah drew his arm from around Zed's shoulders and placed his hand on his thigh, giving it a squeeze.
Zed jerked in surprise, his attention having been on the performance on stage. He turned his face to Noah's but could only see the vague outline of the taller zebra.
Noah squeezed again and leaned his muzzle in close, brushing it along Zed's cheek until he found his ears. "She looks pretty good up there, don't you think?" he whispered.
Zed could barely hear the words with the drum echoing around them. He nodded in response and brought one of his own hands down to squeeze the one on his thigh. He was able to momentarily forget about the crowd around them, unable to see or be seen by them.
The more adventurous zebra looked around, noticing, too, that they were largely invisible in the dark. His lips found one of Zed's ears again. "Wish you were up there? Pressed against her while she moved like that?" he asked.
A shiver ran through Zed's body, and he squeezed Noah's hand again, not really confirming or denying the question. He was often the one to let others take charge, doing what he could to please them, and Zoey was very much the take-charge sort.
Noah watched his sister dance, feeling his own sheath swell from excitement. As much of an exhibitionist as he could be, he was glad the darkness hid them from view. He stroked his fingers along Zed's thigh while his other hand adjusted himself. He'd have to see if Zoey might want to put on a show like this at home in private.
He pulled his hand away from Zed's, though the smaller zebra's attention had also gone back to the stage. Noah took the opportunity to trail his fingers back up along Zed's thigh until he could slip them down between his legs. He felt Zed tense in surprise, though Noah's suspicions were confirmed; Zoey's performance was getting to the smaller zebra, too. Fingers curled in around the thickening length that had dropped from his equine pouch.
The smaller zebra tensed up and shot a quick glance around them, worried that someone would have noticed what Noah was doing. It was still impossible to see anything except vague outlines of others, so it was very unlikely, but it still made him nervous. "What are you doing?" he hissed quietly.
Noah squeezed down on Zed's thickening shaft, feeling it flex against his fingers. "Just thinking about what it might be like to add a few more stripes to her getup," he teased.
Zed bit his bottom lip, unable to keep the image from his mind. "What if someone sees?"
"I can't even really see you. I think we'll be fine," Noah said, nipping Zed's ear. "Here, come closer, it'll be less obvious."
Before Zed could ask, or protest, he felt Noah grab onto one of his arms and pull him in front. Zed wasn't really short, he was average height with a freakishly tall friend. That meant that, once Noah had pulled him in front, between his legs, he was able to recline against Noah's chest while the zebra's head rested between his ears. He could feel Noah's chest rumble in satisfaction and the smaller zebra could only shudder and nestle himself closer.
Noah squeezed Zed to his chest and nuzzled between Zed's ears. "Better?" he asked, both of his hands running up under Zed's shirt to feel the smooth, lean body. He felt Zed nod under his chin and kissed the back of his head. "Good."
Up on stage, Zoey and her partners were a writhing mass of glowing limbs and dramatic movements. The drum beat had gained in speed and was now accompanied by a few instruments that Noah could only guess at. One was likely a didgeridoo, with its eerie, low hum that reminded him of locusts on a summer night. The other sounded like a cannister of grains being shaken, making him think of the one of the low-budget instruments that he and Zoey had gotten as kids one holiday; much to the joy of their parents.
The instruments gave the atmosphere a wild, untamed feeling to the performance. It took him until now to realize what he thought the dance was supposed to be. It was a hunt. Zoey, he could see now, was the prey, with the four other dancers on stage being the hunter. With each movement, she fended off her wild attackers, staying ahead, and staying strong. Hands would grab at her, and she would guide them away, or control their movements with her own. Noah imagined himself as part of the hunt, stalking after his sister, desire building in his body as the tempo of the beat built around them.
His hands kept stroking along Zed's chest and stomach before he finally went back to the teasing he'd started earlier. It was easier with the smaller zebra between his legs. He let one hand drift down to squeeze along Zed's cock, feeling it extend down the leg of his swim trunks. With his other hand he began working at the damned double knot that Zed always tied in the drawstring to make sure they didn't accidentally come off.
Zed just shuddered and kept his hands on Noah's knees, eyes locked on the performance on stage. He'd picked up on the theme of the dance long before Noah had, though in his mind, he was the one being hunted. He knew he should probably stop Noah, or worry more about possibly getting caught, but unlike the hunted beast Zoey was portraying herself to be on stage, he was much easier prey.
Before he knew it, Noah's fingers had dealt with the knot on his swim trunks. Both hands slipped down under the waistband and gripped around his cock, pulling it up and out into the open. He glanced down, imaging he was able to see Noah's hand stroking across his shaft. That everyone could see. Even the thought made his cheeks flush with embarrassment, even as his length throbbed in excitement. There was something about being watched, being caught, that made him utterly terrified and turned on at the same time.
Noah squeezed down just beneath Zed's medial ring, tugging up in a way he always enjoyed. His other hand was tracing fingers around the head of Zed's shaft, and he felt some pre ooze out against his digits. He smeared it around the ridge of the unflared head, and felt more spill out.
On stage, Zoey's performance was gaining intensity. One of the "hunters" suddenly had a different color of the reactive paint, a fluorescent pink wasn't quite as bright as the typical green. The pink paint was coating the hunter's hands, then another, and then another. Zoey was moving quicker now, dodging and arching her body to stay away from those hands. The music was louder, wilder and unrestrained. The energy was building, and Noah could feel the hunt closing in around her.
A particularly loud bang of the drum was accompanied by one of those pink hands sliding against Zoey's side and flank, leaving a noticeable, glowing line of pink there. The didgeridoo was sounding off in a barking, laughing manner now. Another bang from the drum, and another line of pink paint across one breast and her sternum. Two more in rapid succession, and two more lines of smeared, pink paint covered her belly, then neck. Zoey's movements were slower now, more languid, and she seemed to sway on her feet, as if disoriented.
Pink hands gripped her shoulders and pulled her back against a dancer's chest. Two more pulled her away to someone else, then another, each of the dancers passing Zoey's "limp" form back and forth. Each time, more and more of the pink paint was left on her body until it covered most of her torso. The drum was hammering out a quick, intense beat now, and the bodies began circling Zoey before they all pressed in at once, hiding her from view. Her glowing, green-striped arms lifted up in the air, the only thing of her still visible to the audience as she was swarmed, and with one final beat of the drum, the lights went out, hiding the performers from the audience once more.
Silence fell across the crowd as the drums and other instruments cut off at once. Noah realized he had been holding his breath, and both his hands on Zed's shaft had stopped moving. He could practically feel the energy in the air from that performance, and wished he could look around to see the expressions of others. It had been enticing and erotic in a way he hadn't expected. Zed had enjoyed it, too, judging by damp feeling across Noah's fingers from where the smaller zebra had been leaking from his attention.
Noah's lips teased at one of Zed's ears and he huffed out a low growl. "I think it'd be fun to stalk you like that," he said, keeping his voice low so that only Zed would hear him in the silence left by the performance. "What do you think?"
Zed shuddered and squeezed his hands on Noah's thighs. He could feel the bigger zebra's erection grinding into his lower back, against the base of his tail, which only made his own that much harder. Before he could respond, the drums broke the silence of the night making him jump in alarm. It would have been more embarrassing if he hadn't felt Noah jump as well.
The bigger zebra turned his attention back to the stage, fingers toying with Zed's length and spreading pre liberally along the black flesh. He briefly entertained the idea of tugging down the back of Zed's trunks, but that would be a bit too risky. Besides, without a beach towel to sit on, he'd most likely just get sand in places neither of them wanted.
The drums were beating out a quick rhythm now, higher pitched and more energetic, like someone running. Without warning, gouts of fire shot up from the corners of the stage, illuminating the entire crowd for a couple seconds and destroying any semblance of night vision they'd gotten while their eyes adjusted to the darkness. Noah could feel the heat of the fire on his face as it lit up the night, and only after it was gone did he decide that maybe he was being a bit too careless with his teasing. Luckily, Zed was wearing a shirt.
Zed's cock throbbed as it was tugged and toyed with, and it was only after Noah's hands pulled his shirt down to cover his crotch, did the smaller zebra realize that the fire might have gotten them caught. He glanced around the crowd, once more imagining having everything out in the open for the rest of the crowd to see, but if he'd been unable to see more than vague outlines before, the fire that had filled his vision seconds ago made it impossible to see absolutely anything.
Noah expected more pyrotechnics at this point, curious as to what this next performance would be. Instead of more eruptions of flames like before, a line of fire sprang up at the front of the stage. It was low, and a dark orange that fluttered in the slight night breeze. The light was enough to illuminate the closest members of the audience, but he and Zed were a good twenty feet from the stage, still hidden in the darkness.
The drums slowed marginally, and the didgeridoo echoed through the night as Zoey's naked form walked forward from behind the black curtains in the back. Her toned, lithe body was on full display, no hint of modesty or shame on her intense face. Her hide glistened with sweat and, Noah suspected, water, as he couldn't see any of the paint on her body. She faced the audience with her chin low, eyes staring intently at the crowd. She raised both arms out in front of her, and Noah could see she held something in each palm.
She let go, and two round balls of some sort fell from her hands, both attached to thick cords she was still holding. They fell down into the orange flames at the edge of the stage and ignited in a pretty, blue flame.
Zoey held the burning balls of blue fire in front of her for a few seconds before the other dancers from before walked up and did the same. Each of theirs must have been coated in normal fuel, as they ignited into the typical orange fire instead of Zoey's blue. It reminded Noah of the same bright blue as her mane, and the gears in his mind worked for a few minutes trying to remember what you needed for blue fire; he was great with mixing drinks, but he and chemistry weren't on as good of terms.
The outside dancers began moving first, stepping away from the rest and starting a slow, circular motion with their flaming balls, or poi, as Noah remembered them being called. The inner two dancers did the same, with Zoey following last. Each pair of cords began tracing large arcs through the night, gaining in speed as the music did. Soon each was moving fast enough to trace complete circles, the whooshing sound of fire accompanying the droning horn and staccato drums.
Noah grinned as he watched his sister's naked form move around on stage, her face fixed in a stern expression of concentration and defiance. With the light of the fire providing enough to see by, he could make out that two of the performers were male, and two were female, one of each a dingo and painted wild dog. Four canine predators, and one equine prey.
They moved around each other with precise coordination, careful that none of their cords got tangled in anyone else's. Zoey moved between them, spinning her fire in figure eights and tight circles, while the others walked around her in a predatory fashion.
Noah picked his teasing up again as he watched, one hand making slow circles around Zed's dripping head while the other gave slow, gentle strokes from base to the thick ring in the middle. He couldn't wait to get somewhere more private with the smaller zebra and was slightly disappointed that Zoey had plans after the show, or he'd have her along with them.
Zed's mouth felt dry as he watched the new performance on stage. Each of the dancers had toned, fit physiques from a lifetime of dancing, and his eyes couldn't help but linger on all the intimate, exposed bits of each of them. One more look down at his crotch showed him that they were still hidden from sight. They were deep enough in the audience that the firelight didn't reveal them, and the shadows were impossible to see through with their night vision being ruined by the flames.
Noah's hands kept teasing across his flesh while they watched, and he squirmed under the attention. Noah knew all the right things to do to get his blood boiling. Fingers would trail down to his heavy sac and give it a squeeze, and he was certain that a slick coat of his pre was coating every inch of his shaft.
The larger zebra huffed out into Zed's ears as he watched his sister perform. She just over six feet in height, but the other four on stage looked a good head shorter. Though, her blue mohawk of a mane added a few inches of fake height, so the disparity probably wasn't as much as it appeared.
Zoey twisted on her feet and slipped between the dancers, coming closer to them than she had before, trailing streaks of blue fire through the air as if warding them off. This continued several more times as she weaved in and out of the other dancers, going back-to-back with some while their patterns of fire mingled close together. One by one, each of the four dancers stepped off to the side and dropped one of their poi off one of the back portions of the stage, keeping only one. Zoey was the last to do so, and soon the five were spinning just the single tethered ball around in complicated patterns.
Occasionally they'd twist about, the cord going across an outstretched arm, leg, or even their neck. Noah thought about how much practice you'd need not to hurt yourself before you'd be ready to up the ante by setting the thing on fire like they were. Each movement was precise, calculated, and when one of the dancers sent the cord straight out in a line at his sister's chest, he was actually worried for a second. The ball stopped inches from her bare breasts before the cord tugged back in a straight line back toward the dancer who wielded it. Two more came at her as Zoey faced them in turn, her motions making it appear as if she'd been knocked aside by the blow.
Zoey's wrists twisted in a complicated fashion as she twirled that blue ball of fire through the air, stepping in and out of the "attacks" the other dancers launched at her. One swung the orange flame at her upper body, and she bent over backwards, letting it pass harmlessly above her. When she stood up, she immediately crouched down into a somersault, avoiding another flame as her own went wide across the stage, forcing two of her hunters to jump up out of the way.
Back on her feet, she was approached by the two dingos as they swung for her again, coming within inches of her as she turned to the side and directed her own blue flame out above their heads. It took an intense amount of focus to keep their movements coordinated, "fighting" each other with balls of flame and a dance that carried them across the stage.
Noah loved every second of this performance so far. The mix of beauty and danger practically oozed sexuality out over the crowd. His hands kept stroking along Zed's cock, feeling it pulse and throb under his fingers. This was going to be a night he remembered for quite a while.
Zed's breathing had picked up as his length was teased and stroked by the taller zebra he was nestled against. The dance on stage was mesmerizing, and he wished for a tenth of the agility that they possessed, if only so he could move as sensually as they did. There was no way he could do a performance like this in front of others, but it was fun to imagine him doing so with both Zoey and Noah there to watch.
Zoey broke away from a pair of the predators and then copied a move they'd used earlier. She sent her ball of blue flame out in a straight line, pretending to hit one of the dingos in the chest. The dancer reeled in his orange flame and fell backwards, rolling away to his feet and out of the fight. He dropped his flame off where they'd dropped the others and then disappeared back behind the curtains.
Zoey drew the cord back just as fast, whipped it around her neck, then lowered her head as she sent it off towards another dancer. The painted dog similarly drew the flame back close to her hands, going up on her toes as she spun away. With her poi dropped off the edge of the stage, she too retreated behind the curtains.
The other dingo was the next to fall as Zoey swung the flame in an arc towards her head. She rolled to one side, sending her flame down with the others, and was gone seconds later. That left Zoey with only one attacker left.
The painted dog advanced on her, swinging the weight of flame in big arcs at either side. Zoey dodged this way and that, then arched her stomach away as the flame swung in at her belly. She went low and carved a line of blue along towards the dog's legs, forcing him to jump. She was quick to redirect the motion so that it swung back at neck height, and the dog had to fall into a backwards roll to avoid it.
Now Zoey was on the offense. She moved in graceful steps, lunging forward as the cord wrapped around her arms and shoulders. Each movement directed the flame where she wanted, and it looked as if she was casting a yo-yo out horizontally. The drums were pounding away around the crowd, each attack joined by sharp, accentuated beats. One shot at the stomach, one slashing movement diagonally across the body, and then one final, large arc that came up between the pair. Like a fiery, blue uppercut to the jaw, the dog jumped up and backwards, jumping from the stage as if being knocked away. He disappeared off the edge, leaving Zoey alone on stage.
One of the dancers from before ran out and handed the zebra another cord before darting back out of sight. Zoey brought the two weighted balls together, now having one flame of orange, and one of blue. She stepped up to the edge of the stage as she continued her dance, fire twisting in beautiful lines of blue and orange, showcasing her victory over the predators that had beaten her in the first act.
Noah was watching intently, his hips grinding forward in slow movements to press his aching cock against Zed's lower back. The show had driven him wild, and he wanted nothing more than to take either of them with the same passion and intensity that the dance had displayed. The fingers on one hand were jerking a slow rhythm along Zed's member, while the others teased around the flared head. His palm pressed down against it, feeling the spongy flesh expand and throb against his skin.
Zed squirmed and panted through his open muzzle as the show went on, Zoey defeating the others and now standing proudly before them, dripping with sweat and carving patterns of fire through the night to the quick tempo of the music. Noah's teasing was bringing him close to the edge, and he put his hands on Noah's wrists, almost ready to stop him. Then his eyes met Zoey's.
She'd been scanning the crowd, barely able to make out any of the faces from where she danced in front of the line of fire. Noah and Zed had promised to show up, and said they'd try to sit close to the front, but it wasn't until now she'd really been able to look for them. She spotted them about twenty feet back from the middle of the stage, her tall brother holding the comparatively diminutive zebra between his legs. She couldn't see much else, but the look on both their faces told her enough. Noah's salacious grin, Zed's parted muzzle and wide eyes... she knew exactly what they were doing.
Meeting Zoey's gaze triggered something in Zed's body, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Noah!" he hissed, hands tightening down on the other zebra's wrists, urging him to stop.
Noah had seen Zoey's face and saw the way her lips quirked into a smile, and he knew that she'd caught them. He felt Zed's body go rigid, and fingers dug into his wrists through the thin material of Zed's shirt. He paused in his movements, about to ask Zed if he was okay, when he felt the smaller equine's body shudder all over. Sudden warmth splashed over his palm, coating his fingers in the zebra's cum.
Noah blinked in surprise and looked down, not that he could see anything in the darkness. He felt Zed's cock throb hard in his hands, cum spilling out against his fingers. He cupped his hand around the flared head of Zed's length and squeezed, tugging up against the medial ring above his other hand. Zed's hands tightened down hard on his wrists, and the smaller zebra shook quietly in his grasp as he came.
Zed felt like he might black out as his orgasm tipped right over the edge. He felt his shaft begin pulsing and twitching, and then a sticky hotness began pouring out under his shirt and against his stomach and down over his groin. Noah's fingers stroked and teased his cock as he rode out his orgasm in the middle of a crowd of people, none of whom could see him. He couldn't help a small moan escape his lips, but the loud drums and horn drowned out the noise.
Neither of the two zebras in the crowd were paying as much attention to the stage as Zoey's performance ended. Noah was too focused on how good it felt to jerk off his friend right there in public, even if it was accidental, and Zed was focused on trying not to be obvious about what had just happened. The fire on stage dimmed and went out as Zoey finished her set and left the stage, and the drums slowly faded away.
Blanketed in the silence and darkness once more, the crowd began applauding and cheering their approval of the opening act.
Noah ran his hands up over Zed's chest, wiping as much of the cum from his hands as he could against the zebra's short pelt and inside of his shirt. "Have fun?" he asked, lips pressed against one of Zed's ears.
The shorter zebra just panted heavily before giving a slow nod. His stomach and chest were sticky, and he was still worked up from the show. Post-orgasm clarity was starting to make him anxious about their surroundings again, and he wasn't certain how he'd make it out without anyone seeing what had happened.
"You know, we're right next to the showers if you wanna sneak off and get cleaned up," Noah whispered, giving the length he was holding one last squeeze before tucking it back down into Zed's swim trunks.
Zed tilted his head up to look at the Noah, finally able to see some detail as the torches around the crowd lit up to provide light.
Noah looked around, seeing the other audience members talking and laughing while some people rushed around on stage getting things set up for the next act. He looked off to the side where the bathrooms and showers were built and nodded in their direction. "If you hurry, you can get back before the next act starts, maybe."
Zed glanced down at himself, glad he was wearing a black shirt, as none of their lewd activities were showing through. He was still hard as a rock, though, and was worried people would notice, but when he looked off towards where the bathrooms were, he could see a few other guys who'd shown up in the nude, and obviously excited by the show. 'None of them just came all over themselves,' he thought, but he shook that from his mind. "I'll be right back."
Noah helped Zed to his feet and watched the shorter male quickly make his way out of the crowd and beeline towards the bathrooms. He turned his attention back to the preparation on stage, then felt his own cock throb between his legs. He saw Zed disappear behind the line of shower stalls and only considered things a second longer before getting up and following after. He couldn't wait until this evening.
Zed nearly tripped a few times as he made his way from the crowd. He could feel his cum running down between his thighs, and it made him pick up the pace, not wanting anyone to see. He was pretty certain some of it dripped from his pant leg onto someone's towel as he walked by, and his face burned in embarrassment, afraid they'd notice. It didn't take long for him to be hidden away in one of the shower stalls. There weren't any overhead lights to see by though small LEDs along the bottom walls gave just enough illumination that he could see the knob for the shower. He turned on the hot water and quickly stripped off his shirt and trunks, leaving them on the little bench just outside the stall.
It wasn't hard to find the stall Zed had gone to with no other showers running. Noah spotted the zebra's clothes on a bench and pulled down his trunks to add it to the pile. His cock throbbed in the open air, a bit longer and thicker than Zed's was, and also coated in a thin sheen of pre. He carefully pulled back the thin shower curtain and stepped inside.
Zed felt a hand touch his lower back and he spun around in surprise, seeing a tall form loom over him. He let out a soft yelp of surprise and then that hand pushed him back against the shower wall. Noah stepped into the stall and had to lean down to press their muzzles together. Hot water sluiced down across the zebras, and Zed's hands lifted to rest on Noah's chest as they kissed.
His erection had died down after cumming and then having to run to the showers, but with his lips locked with Noah's, it began stirring between his legs once more. A big hand wrapped around it once more, squeezing down and bringing it fully to life again. Tentatively, he let his hands trail down until they found the thick cock waiting for him.
Noah broke the kiss and stood up straight, almost knocking his head against the shower head; being his height had some big disadvantages sometimes. He angled it out of his way so that it was mostly streaming down one wall, and then looked back down to Zed. "Mm, we're going to have to do more risky stuff like that in the future," Noah said with a grin.
Zed's head was swimming from the kiss, and he just blinked up at Noah. "I... don't know. We almost got caught."
Noah snorted a quiet laugh. "Caught by whom? No one was paying any attention to us." Noah stroked his hands along Zed's length and then sank to his knees in front of his friend.
Zed sucked in a breath and watched in the dim light as Noah's head lowered. The broad head of his shaft met Noah's soft lips, and he whimpered as the tall zebra kissed and made out with his cock right there in the shower stall. He was still a bit overly sensitive after his earlier climax, but Noah's touch felt great. With nothing else to hold onto, he let his hands rest on Noah's head, gently squeezing both his ears.
The taller zebra let out a satisfied growl as he rubbed the head of Zed's cock against his lips and cheeks. It was still slick with spent cum, and his tongue delved out to tease around the edges, tasting him. They didn't have as much time for fun as he'd have liked, but he still wanted to enjoy this. His lips parted as he pressed the head of Zed's shaft into his maw, letting it fill his muzzle and grind against the roof of his mouth.
Zed let out a soft whinny of pleasure as Noah's mouth descended his cock. His thumbs rubbed in slow circles over Noah's ears as that head bobbed back and forth over the end of his length.
Noah dragged his tongue along the underside of Zed's cock, one hand cupping the heavy pair of balls below his chin while the other began stroking what he didn't fit into his muzzle. He pushed his mouth down until he was able to kiss that thick ring of muscle around the middle, lips tugging at it while his upward strokes hit it as well.
Zed's hips jerked and twitched, trying to keep from humping into that warm maw. Endurance had never been one of his strengths, and the way Noah was treating him, he wasn't meant to last long. Even after getting off less than minutes ago, he could feel his balls start to rise.
Noah was eager to make his friend cum a second time, and his own cock bobbed between his legs, a thick string of pre dangling from his head. He drew his lips along Zed's flesh until they tugged at the beginning of a flare at the head. With a wet pop, it came free from Noah's muzzle, and he gave it a sloppy, wet kiss. "Gonna cum for me again?" he asked, his voice low and rough with need.
Zed looked down, his eyes meeting Noah's. He flushed brightly and looked away, embarrassed. He wasn't good at talking during the time they played around, but that little bit of teasing made his skin tingle. Noah's hands were stroking his entire length at this point, and the taller zebra was lapping at the flared head in a slow, deliberate manner that made his length pulse.
"Gonna cum for me and then let me pound you against the wall?" Noah asked again, grinning up at his shy friend. The smaller zebra was squirming and shifting his weight from foot to foot, hips arching into both of his stroking hands. He could see the zebra's flare widen and drool pre and he knew that his words were getting to Zed. He picked up the speed of his strokes, mouthing over the wide flare and tonguing the source of pre that oozed out.
Zed grit his teeth and managed to whine out a quiet, "Y-yes." His legs were shaking, and he bucked forward a couple times, unable to hold back. He could feel his orgasm building swiftly, and knew those paws had no desire to keep him from crashing over the edge.
Noah knew Zed's tells well enough after all this time that he could sense the smaller zebra's reaction. He felt the length in his paws flex hard, felt the spongy, flared head press insistently against his lips, and knew what was about to come. He pulled back and gripped Zed behind both his flare and medial ring while squeezing and tugging.
The first shot of zebra cum splattered right over the bridge of Noah's muzzle, almost catching him in the eye. He lifted his chin and took the next across his lips and lower jaw, milking the zebra with both hands. Cum gushed out over his neck and upper chest, each spray accompanied by a choked back gasp of pleasure as Zed tried to keep quiet.
The shy zebra squeezed his eyes shut as he crashed over the edge. He felt his cock pulse in his friend's hands, and his own squeezed down on the two ears he held onto.
Noah leaned back and watched as Zed emptied the rest of his balls over his chest. Noah's cock ached to bury itself in the smaller zebra as he stroked and teased the last few dregs from Zed. Noah's face and chest were coated in warm, equine seed, and he pushed himself to his feet to loom over the smaller zebra. "Turn around," he said huskily.
Zed opened his eyes to see Noah towering over him, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Its intensity should have been diminished with the fresh coat of cum covering his face, but the taller zebra wore it like war paint. He gulped and turned around, spreading his legs as best he could manage.
Noah ran a hand down his chest and stomach, gathering up enough cum to coat his shaft. He smeared some against the tight ring under Zed's tail and then pressed in, getting as slick as he could. He had to bend his knees to an almost uncomfortable amount to line himself up, but it was worth it when he felt the head of his cock slip into the smaller zebra's hot passage.
The two had been with each other enough times to know what the other could take, and Zed, despite his smaller stature and shy demeanor, could take quite a bit of the rough treatment Noah could give out. He bit his tongue to keep from whining too loud, though the running water and the drums from the performance--which they were now missing--were going to help hide their indiscretions easily enough.
He felt the thick intruder press into him, forcing him to stretch wide and stand on the tips of his toes as it speared through him. Noah was thicker than anyone else he'd been with, and it had taken some getting used to at first. It pressed him inside in all the best ways, though, which masked most of the pain. His tailhole squeezed down when he felt that thick medial ring pop inside him, before the thicker base spread him fully.
Noah's arms wrapped around Zed's body and squeezed him back against his chest. He had buried himself to the hilt in one slow, smooth motion, and was content to just grind himself forward a few times, letting the smaller zebra's tunnel squeeze and milk his shaft. It felt great after the unintentional teasing he'd experienced by toying with Zed's cock for the past twenty minutes. He drew his hips back until his medial ring threatened to pop out, and then shoved back in.
Zed had the air squeezed from his lungs as Noah held onto him. His cock was still hard as steel, bobbing in the open air and tingling with overstimulation from Noah's thick member grinding away at his prostate. He was worried Noah might try to drag things out, which was fine in the privacy of the indoors, but the taller zebra was too worked up to do anything but start humping away.
Noah's hips rocked back and forth, working his shaft along Zed's insides, now slick with his own cum. He was thrusting up into the smaller equine, each deep thrust forcing Zed further onto his toes. Noah ground his teeth together in concentration as he focused on rough but even thrusts that made Zed whimper and whine. It was music to his ears, and his heavy balls slapped the curve of Zed's rump in an enticing manner.
He was rather close after all this time of teasing and petting, and he was eager to spill his load in the smaller zebra. If they weren't in a public shower stall, he'd have taken his time, but now he just wanted to rut Zed and leave his insides a sticky mess.
After her performance, Zoey had wandered down to find her brother and friend, but as she stared across the crowd at where they'd been, they were missing. Eyes narrowing in suspicion, she turned around and headed for the public showers. When she walked into the rows of showers, she found exactly what she'd expected. A pile of clothes sitting just outside a running shower.
Noah had Zed pinned against the wall of the shower, hips working up a quick, hard rhythm that made his balls bounce off Zed's rear. His medial ring was popping in and out of that stretched passage, and he was teetering on the edge of his climax when the shower curtain was pulled to the side.
The pair of zebras gasped, and their heads whipped over to see who it was. Noah blinked a few times as he stared at his sister before he relaxed. "Ah, heheh, guess you found us."
Zed's face was burning with embarrassment at having been caught. It didn't matter that it was someone he'd slept with in the past, it was just embarrassing to be caught in this situation at all. He pressed his face back against the wall, his hands covering his eyes.
Zoey's mouth turned up in a wicked grin and she leaned against the entrance of the shower. "Don't stop on my account. I put on a show for you guys, it's your turn to pay up," she said.
Noah snorted, not ashamed in the slightest as he dragged his hips back from Zed's. He paused with just the head still inside before thrusting back in. "I'd have waited for you to join us, but you said you had plans for after."
Zoey snorted and shook her head, watching the pair of zebras mate. "Oh please. I'll be home, just kind of late. You'd better be ready for more by then."
"You know me," Noah reassured her. He started humping away in earnest once more, spurred on by his sister watching them now. He had been close before, and it didn't take long for him to get back to that point, his balls pulling up tight between his legs.
Zoey had one arm wrapped around herself, just under her breasts, while the other teased a couple fingers down between her legs. She'd have gotten more involved if she didn't have to go back up onstage soon. With one of the dancers getting sick last minute, she'd be taking over the middle slot as well, and the last thing she wanted to do was to be dripping cum on stage in front of a crowd. At least, not when the show wasn't about that.
She watched her brother's expression as his face screwed up in concentration, and she knew he was close. She'd seen that expression on him hundreds of times, whether he was taking her, Zed, or some of their other friends they'd included in their fun over the years. Zed was a bit harder to read with his face turned away from hers. He was always skittish, which she found utterly adorable; it always brought out her more dominant side. She could tell Zed had gotten off before she arrived, as was evidenced by the matted fur on her brother's face, but the slick, black length was still hard and bouncing between his legs as Noah humped him.
Zed's embarrassment had faded a bit after being caught by Zoey, but it took him by surprise when he felt a hand wrap around his cock once more. He briefly thought it was one of Noah's, but with both arms still tight around his chest, it had to belong to someone else. He turned back to face her and saw her staring down at his cock which she now held. The assault against his prostate, the soft hand gripping and stroking his cock, the humiliating situation, and his low stamina all joined together to push the poor, awkward zebra cry out as he came once more.
Noah whickered as he felt Zed's passage clamp down on him, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Zoey staring intently at them, one of her hands down in front of them. His legs quivered and he thrust up hard into the small zebra, forcing him off his feet for a second as he tried to get as deep as he could. One final, shallow thrust and he felt his orgasm burst, cum spraying up into Zed's tight passage.
His orgasm had only just begun when he felt Zoey slide up next to him. She leaned in close, breasts pressing his against his side as one hand snuck between his and Zed's bodies to grip the base of his cock. It made his cock jerk harder and stars swam in his vision. His sister's hand squeezed down tight as he unloaded into the shorter zebra in front of him, cum drooling from around seal of his shaft and back over Zoey's fingers.
Zoey, for her part, was quite content to squeeze a zebra cocks in each paw, watching as one spat rope after rope against the tiled wall, while the other pulsed in her grip, buried deep inside someone. It caught her breath for a moment, and she had to focus her will and remind herself that she was going back up onstage soon.
The three remained silent as two of them came down from the high of their respective climaxes. Noah held himself buried inside Zed's passage, balls pumping out the last of his load while his sister continued squeezing and teasing him. He felt that hand withdraw, and he looked over to her with a dopey grin. "You're an evil temptress. You know that, right?"
She took a step back and brought her hand up to her muzzle, licking some of her brother's cum from a finger. "Mm, I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."
Zed felt like he might pass out as he leaned against the wall, too worn out to be embarrassed anymore, though when Zoey's eyes flicked to his he let out a nervous chuckle and looked away.
"I've got to get back with the others. You two better clean up and get back out there to watch the rest of the show. I've got two more performances of my own, so no sneaking off for more fun without me," she said, pointing her finger--that she'd just licked--at Noah accusingly.
"No ma'am!" Noah taunted, giving her a playful wink before she pulled the curtain shut on them.
Zoey turned to leave and spotted the pile of clothes that they'd left on the bench. She picked up the shirt and used it to wipe the rest their cum on it before dropping it back to the bench. She eyed the swim trunks there and, with a glance at the stall where her brother was currently balls-deep in another zebra, she snatched the trunks, leaving only the cum-stained shirt behind.
Noah held Zed up as best he could, legs starting to ache from their position. Being a foot taller than the smaller equine made sex while standing a bit difficult at times. He bent down to carefully tug himself free, watching a healthy amount of cum leak from under Zed's tail to the tile floor. "Damn. I can't believe I came that much," he said, hefting his cock up to let it drop against Zed's lower back.
The smaller zebra just slumped against the wall, exhausted. He'd rarely gotten off so many times in quick succession, and it left his legs ready to buckle. "I don't know... if I'll make it to later tonight," he groaned.
"You had better! She'll tan your hide if you don't," Noah teased, righting the shower head and letting the water pour back down over them.
They finished cleaning up in relative silence, using most of the shampoo in the small pump dispenser on the wall. Noah was feeling rather invigorated after sex and the banter with his sister, and he pulled back the shower curtain, stepping into the tiled corridor. "Ready to join the show again?"
Zed stepped out of the stall, still tired, but feeling relaxed from the hot shower. "Yeah, but I don't think I can wear my sh-" Zed's words cut off as he looked down to where he'd put his clothes, only his shirt left behind.
Noah looked down and realization dawned on him. "Oh. Oh no freaking way."
Zed picked up his shirt and looked at it, noting the dried cum now rubbed into the outside of the fabric as well. "Did... did she take our clothes?"
"That little..." Noah grit his teeth, torn between annoyance and amusement. "I thought about treating her nice later tonight, but now I think I'm going to have to be a bit more... heavy-handed."
Zed stared hopelessly at his shirt, utterly embarrassed at the thought of having to go back out there naked. "What are we going to do?"
Noah snorted and clapped Zed on the shoulders, guiding him towards the exit. "We're going to watch the rest of the show naked. What else?"
Zed whined in embarrassment, face burning in embarrassment as he was forced out into the open as naked as the day he was born. The enveloping darkness did nothing to ease his humiliation.