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Transformation, apparently, did not make for restful dreams. Trevor’s were weirder than usual, chaotic, filled with confusing images and feelings…it felt at times like his own body was fighting him in ways, which might have been somewhat true. Not to mention ample amounts of heat and lust, which nothing seemed to sate. He woke up unable to really remember anything he was seeing or feeling, but unquestionably messy - no doubt he’d had wet dreams again, even if he couldn’t recall them.

He didn’t feel exactly well-rested that morning. His body felt strange, even for one that was mid-transformation…he threw off the light sheet and swung his legs over towards the ground, finding it unusually close…clearly, sleeping in the buff had been a good idea, he’d grown a little more overnight. The fur had spread further as well, mostly covering his torso and progressing up his arms, and all the way down his legs…and that was when he had to pause, and blink, as he looked down past the omnipresent erection towards his legs and feet, suddenly registering the reason why things felt strange.

He had HOOVES.

He raised one leg up to look at it, trying to figure out what he was seeing. Yes, it was a hoof, and a big one, broader than he would have expected. His leg shape had taken a slight shift as well, though not as drastic as a feral horse - his ankle was raised, but only modestly, more like a woman’s high-heel than a horse’s nearly-vertical ankle. Trevor stared at it, not quite knowing what to make of it - somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that his entire leg structure would be changed. Maybe that was his own mistake…but it had him worried. Would he have to learn how to walk again or something? How was his balance going to be? He had a lot of athletic things to do, it wouldn’t be good if he couldn’t even walk properly…

He forced himself to stand, hoping that it wouldn’t be too bad. And…it wasn’t. A bit strange, but it was like his mind was already adjusted to it…maybe that was part of what the nanites had been doing overnight, rewiring his brain to match his body. Maybe that was why his dreams had been so weird…

He was cautious at first, testing steps and movements, trying to keep clear of anything he could land on that was breakable or dangerous. He felt like he was standing a bit taller, and his ankles didn’t really want to bend down much, so he wasn’t going to be emulating a human step well any time soon. His steps seemed to work better with a bit more push, and he found that he felt a little more stable with a bit of a forward lean, at least while he was moving; when he was standing still, upright felt fine. He would’ve thought it would be harder, but his leg muscles were thick and strong, and seemed to have no issues with the new build, or the weight they were carrying. It actually surprised him how quickly Trevor got adjusted to the new frame…though, perhaps it shouldn’t have been that surprising, it wasn’t anything he COULDN’T have done as a human, really, he just really didn’t have a reason to.

As soon as he had that worked out, he had the other little problem to take care of…well, in this case, it was more like a big problem. Was his dick BIGGER than before? It wasn’t like he’d been taking measurements but it sure felt that way. And it was just as leaky and hard as it had been so many times in the past couple days…groaning, he made his way back over to the shower, hoping that Alex wasn’t in there, or going to need to be in there any time soon. Though there was a possibility that he might actually like that…Trevor shook his head, trying to cast that thought out. Alex was a roommate, not just a stress outlet, he didn’t want to overly impose on him.

The water cascading down on him was pleasantly warm after a moment…idly Trevor wondered if he should be going for cold instead, but dismissed that thought, if orgasms were pushing him towards the end of this then better to get off than cool off. His hand went back to his log, and he leaned against the wall of the shower as he started to pump himself…hard. The added muscle in his body was being put to work, giving him a tighter grip and faster stroke than he had before. It wasn’t even necessary, it just felt good somehow, to really work himself like he never had before. He felt like he had a lot more energy on top of the added strength…anthroids generally were quite fit, and it wasn’t exactly an accident, if you were changing your body that drastically adding in higher fitness just seemed like a natural perk to include. And it was going to be necessary, because Trevor was expected to be involved in some pretty strenuous athletics.

So that hard and fast beating was just part of the changes, then…but his sensitive dick wasn’t complaining, it liked the firmness and speed that he was giving it. A lot, apparently, because it didn’t take long before he was shooting off again, his heavy balls twitching and tensing as he gushed out another massive load, splattering so hard against the tile that Trevor was half-afraid he might crack it. Which was probably absurd, but he sure was shooting HARD, it was splashing pretty violently against against the wall and splattering down around him. At least the water was ushering most of the stuff towards the drain, but Trevor still needed to spend a bit of time wiping down the wall before he could get back to showering properly. That tingle through his body persisted for a bit, and by the time it was done, he could tell that very little of him looked human anymore…his forearms and hands and head were about the only things not totally zeebified. It couldn’t be long for that...

At least he was settled down again, but the tightness in his clothing was pretty evident as he was making breakfast. Not so much that they were at risk of tearing, but there was definitely a bit of stretch. That was mildly disconcerting, it wasn’t like he had anything larger…there wasn’t much he could do about that, though. So he focused on what he could control, which was satisfying his pretty intense appetite. He didn’t shy away from the granola this time, nor the carrots and celery, chowing down on several of each of the latter and a couple bowls of the former while making the bacon and eggs and toast. It seemed like a lot of food, yet he barely felt satisfied in the end…he could only guess that the transformation was taking a lot of fuel. He was definitely going to have to get some groceries, and probably soon.

He still had some time after eating, so Trevor decided to go for another run. It seemed like a good idea to get some more familiarity with his new legs, what better way to do that than move around? Once again he found a trail that was close by but out of the way, and with good weather and still not many people around, it seemed like he wouldn’t run into too many issues. But it took only a minute of running before he found something he wasn’t fond of - the sound of his hooves clapping against the pavement. It was far too loud for his comfort, it felt like his footsteps were echoing all around him…obviously something he was going to have to get used to, but he moved over to the grass for the time being, which was a lot less awkward for him.

Once he started really running, though…Trevor could feel his heart start to thump as he started to kick up the pace. It felt really good to just MOVE, and it didn’t take long for him to find a comfortable stance to adjust to his legs, a bit more forward with more push-off. He was definitely faster than he had been as a human - whether that was the way his legs were structured or just the added muscle, he didn’t know, and it didn’t really matter that much. At the moment, all that mattered was just running…it was like a lot of his stresses were just melting away with every hoofbeat. It was a fine, freeing feeling, and he knew this was going to be a regular thing for sure, he didn’t want to miss out on this cathartic feeling.

Of course, catharsis wasn’t the only thing he was feeling…once again, the rubbing of his shorts against his sheath was riling him up, and it wasn’t long before he had to slow down because his growing erection was making things awkward. Looking around a bit, Trevor realized he was pretty far down the path, and there were no buildings nearby - which meant, hopefully, a bit of privacy, even if he was out in the open. There was nothing for it, he stepped further off the path and into the trees, hiding behind one as he dropped his shorts and started to jerk himself once again, his leaky cock tingling a bit as he worked his hand over it. Ngh, still so sensitive…but it would feel even better if it was someone else’s hand…or mouth…

The horny thoughts were flooding in, of Brian gawking over his cock, stroking him off like he was enraptured…of Alex leaning over him, lapping at his cock as he stroked it off with both hands. A throb sent a thick splatter of pre onto the grass below, mostly unnoticed by Trevor as his eyes were shut tight, shuddering moans escaping him as he hastened his stroking, the scent of horse musk getting thicker in the air. Someone was probably going to be asking questions about that later, but Trevor would be long gone by then…he wasn’t going to hold anything back this time, he needed to get this out of his system sooner rather than later. Harder, faster, his grip was tightening as he flogged that length, rubbing his fingers over the medial ring as he worked it, enjoying the extra sensitivity of that spot as he neared the finish…

It hit hard yet again, his hips jerking a bit as he fired off hard, sending jets of white across the grass in front of him, over and over. His balls tightened reflexively, forcing out more of that virile load than it looked like should be possible…it might have been even MORE than what he let loose in the shower earlier. How was he this productive? But that was a secondary consideration to the growing tingle throughout his body - and especially his head and face. A weird crawling, tightening and stretching, burning sensation that had him suddenly VERY uncomfortable…panting raggedly, he dropped to his hands and knees, still shooting off, the pain and discomfort jarring against the backdrop of orgasm that had his head spinning constantly.

It was easily the most uncomfortable shift yet, and one he would’ve much preferred to be asleep for. His face stretching out, warping in shape and structure, every element of it changing and shifting without any clear control. He wanted to cry out, but he forced himself not to, didn’t want to draw attention to this, someone was probably going to panic watching an active transformation…his head was fuzzing over, though, and it felt like his thoughts were getting muddied, he wasn’t sure what he was doing at all, apart from still jetting cum onto the grass, probably looking like the most baffling sight one could ever see, but he would rather that no one had any chance to witness it.

Only when the discomfort and euphoria ebbed away did he blink away the tears and blurriness, trying to get his brain back up and running properly again. He sat back and rubbed his head, trying to get it to feel right with a bit of touch feedback. He couldn’t really see much, of course…his eyes could only see so much, and what they could see was some of that black muzzle in front of it. It was almost certainly a close approximation of a zebra’s head, he couldn’t see it but he had to assume that was what it was. And at least his exploration seemed to bear that out - ears up near the top of his head, fur all over it, and a long muzzle with a broad nose and jaw, which he worked up and down to get used to. His eyes were still in front, at least…and noticing a bunch of hair around where he’d had the incident. He reached up in a bit of trepidation, but felt a bit of relief to feel there was still something up there…it was more of a horse-like mane, almost like a mohawk, and he imagined it probably had similar color to his fur. All things he would have to confirm with a mirror, but somehow Trevor didn’t think he was going to get too ambushed with anything.

He stood up again, the weirdness slowly fading. Looking at himself, he could see his arms were totally covered in fur now, and his hands had changed just a little, his fingers had gotten broader and the nails broader and flatter…it would take a bit of getting used to, but they were familiar enough that they probably wouldn’t be a problem. He could also feel a tail behind him, which was making it challenging to get his shorts up in a comfortable position…he needed a hole in them for the tail, he somehow hadn’t thought about that. As he looked himself over, it was dawning on Trevor that pretty much every major part of his appearance had been altered now…he WAS a zebra anthroid, in every distinguishable way. It was almost hard to believe…if someone had looked at him now, they’d never have known that he was an ordinary human just three days ago. Maybe working to his benefit, as Quarterlin would want him to embrace the Zidane identity completely while at events - people would probably have a harder time with that if they thought of him as a human.

That should have been it…except, there was a niggling feeling in the back of Trevor’s head that it wasn’t done. Like he would know when it was, and it hadn’t reached that point. But if there was nothing more to change in his form, then…it could only be that he wasn’t done growing yet. How much more WAS there? He was already quite a bit larger than he used to be, surely it had to end sometime…but there was really nothing more to do but let it happen at its own pace. Or, perhaps, speed it along a bit…he started off towards the athletic center again at a brisk trot, resisting the urge to go all out but letting himself blow off some energy, and maybe push whatever changes remained towards the surface.

———

It was all too clear, by the time he reached the athletic center, that Trevor still had something coming. All the feelings of the past two days were still there, and perhaps even more intense than before. It was like his body was trying to focus on completing the transformation while the rest of him was trying to live his life…maybe that was exactly the truth. And as it had been before, it was proving to be quite inconvenient for his efforts to focus on things with Coach Willekes.

Perhaps it was fortunate that the coach was a little more interested in his shape than the lesson for the day, then. “You must be close to being done, huh?” he remarked as he had Trevor standing in front of him, inspecting him up and down. Trevor was a bit flushed as the outline of his cock and balls was pretty obvious in his overly-tight shorts; there was no way Coach Will would be missing it. “Gotta say…this is pretty impressive. I’ve heard of this stuff before but to actually see the progress from how you were before to how you are now, it’s a real eye-opener.”

“Y-yeah, try being on the other end of it. I hope it’ll be totally done soon…it’s kind of been a major distraction.”

“I’ve noticed. Hm, interesting that you’re on hooves…not quite a fully equine leg, though. That’s good, means we won’t have to adapt the motions too much. You’ll want to make sure you have good balance on those, you’ll be doing cartwheels and backflips. Also, you’re gonna have to watch yourself in space, I do NOT want you cracking someone on the head with one of those.”

“I…hadn’t even thought about that.” Okay, to be fair, he’d had hooves for a matter of hours, he couldn’t have thought about all the logistics of that in such a short amount of time, especially with the distraction of the transformation.

“Don’t worry, that’s why there’s plenty of people around to help you. We’re going to have to instruct the cheer team to work on adapting for that, to make sure there are no incidents.” Coach Will’s eyes went towards Trevor’s groin, an eyebrow going up as he saw the bulges underneath. “Still having issues with that? I hope that’s not going to be a persistent thing, we can’t have a mascot who’s about to pop out like that in front of a stadium full of viewers.”

“Trust me, I don’t want that either. I, uh…I’ll ask the doctor about it if it hasn’t gone away by the time of my check-up.”

“Good. Hopefully it’ll fix itself once this is done.” Coach Will mercifully shifted his attention to Trevor’s face. “Dang, did it hurt when THAT changed?”

Trevor let out a bit of a snort. “It didn’t feel good, coach, I can tell you that much.”

“Have to imagine that’d be the hardest part. You finding it hard at all to talk? Definitely looks like your mouth’s a bit different, though maybe not as much as some other anthroids.”

“Not really? The, uh, I read that the nanites, they kinda…rework your brain or something, so that you can talk without too much trouble even if your mouth isn’t like a human’s. I’m not sure how it all works, there was a lot of technical stuff in there that was over my head.”

“Certainly better than not being able to understand you. Of course, that means you won’t have an excuse for any communication issues - you’ll need to be sure you’re in the loop with the rest of the cheer team. Don’t let them intimidate you and don’t let yourself intimidate them. I know it’s gonna be a new experience for everyone but I expect everyone here to get along, we’re all people here.”

“Sure, Coach Will.” Trevor doubted it would be as easy as that - people already gave him some funny looks as he was walking places. Anthroids were still a novelty and a strangeness, something that Trevor knew going in, but hopefully being the mascot would ease that with a lot of people. Not as awkward as if they were staring at his boner, which Coach Will seemed to be doing again…he felt a heat rise in him, was this just going to be a thing? Was everyone going to be inexplicably drawn to his cock now? Already he’d gotten a good bit of attention because of it…

…That was when he was aware that the heat wasn’t subsiding, it was growing. So was the tingle. So was the tension… “C-coach, I gotta…I gotta get…it’s about to…”

“Oh, go, go, we’ll pick up tomorrow,” Coach Will said quickly, waving him on. Trevor didn’t wait for anything further, he stumbled out of the room and then got his balance and clopped over hurriedly towards the locker room, while his head was spinning and his body was getting a rush of conflicting and uncomfortable sensations, like something was about to explode out of him or something…

He barely got into the locker room before he felt his body seize up, and he stumbled onto his hands and knees. His jaw clenched, fingers curled into the concrete floor as he felt a rumble and shaking within him. It felt like things were swelling up, his arms and legs and body were inflating, even his cock and balls felt like they were growing once again…no changes in shape, but the tightness of his clothes was getting oppressive, almost painful in places as they strained to contain his growing body. He clearly had underestimated his final size, these were the largest clothes he had and they still weren’t enough…he was almost trying to will himself not to let that last change happen to keep them intact. But his body refused to comply, stretching them more and more as muscles built, packed upon each other, become more defined and imposing, flooding him with strength and energy…

Trevor’s shirt was the first to fail, splitting apart first at the seams with loud ripping sounds, and then tearing at the body as his bulking torso stressed it too far. His shorts had been built a bit more sturdy, but that wasn’t enough as the pressure of his legs and his hips and his cock overwhelmed them, causing them to tear in multiple points along the legs and then the groin, the elastic band holding out longest until it was snapped by that heavy cock. As the tatters fell away, Trevor shivered, still feeling that tingle of growth and musculation, but the feeling of his body being unencumbered by those too-tight garments was a blessed relief.

Finally the feelings ebbed away, Trevor’s body finally settled down, the tingle and heat fading into nothingness. Trevor found himself panting at first, then slowly getting control over his breathing. He felt…good. Slowly he rose up, shaking his head a bit to cast away the cobwebs, and took stock of himself. And what he found was, he was BIG. Not just beefy, though he was that, too - the muscles all over his body had gotten quite a bit more defined, powerful pecs and amazing abs, thick arms and legs that made him look like he’d been working out for a couple of decades, and as good as they looked, they FELT even stronger. But he was also significantly taller than he had been, as well - he’d gotten somewhat taller over the course of the transformation, but this had been a much more dramatic change. He didn’t have any way to measure directly, but based on where he stood compared to the lockers, it had to have been a good foot of extra height. His cock was still heavy and full, a couple extra inches in length and some added girth his reward for that last rush, and his balls hung heavy beneath that sheath, fuller and rounder than they even had been before.

As Trevor checked himself out, he became aware that the persistent feelings he’d had over the last several days had finally gone away. This was it, the changes were properly done now, he was as transformed as he was going to be. And he was amazed at just how incredible it felt…already he felt a well of energy building in him, he felt like he wanted to go out there and storm through a football field full of tacklers, or hit the gym and pump hundreds of pounds of iron, or run across the entire campus. Of course, he had nothing to wear for any of that, but…as he rubbed a hand through his light fur, he felt oddly like that was best, there was just this feeling like not having anything on him was just how it should be. And now that he was fully transformed, he didn’t HAVE to wear anything, except for official events and practices and such…and he felt like he was going to enjoy that for a while before one of those inevitably came about. The only thing that was still there was that he was horny, but he HAD been denying himself for a while…

“Trevor?” The zebra jumped a bit as he heard a voice behind him, and whipped around, somewhat forgetting his obvious lewdness. Fortunately, it was someone who was familiar with it already - Brian was standing there, eyes wide open and drinking in his form. The linebacker was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, seemingly already having finished his own business. “Holy shit…”

“Hey, Brian…” Trevor was a bit struck, his voice had dropped a bit deeper now, and he kind of liked how it sounded. “Uh, have you been there long?”

“I, uh…I kinda…was hoping to see you, so…I was waiting for you. I saw everything…” Brian stepped up towards Trevor, the zebra feeling a bit weird that now he drastically outclassed the human in every dimension…he wasn’t used to having to look down at someone like Brian. Yet, again, it was a feeling he rather liked…as well as the feeling of Brian rubbing his hands through his thin fur over his muscular chest. “Holy shit…that’s amazing…you’re…you’re ripped…”

“Yeah, I guess I am…feels kinda good.” Trevor took in a breath, and picked up the scent of Brian’s arousal…oh, that was turning him on quite nicely. “Are you…”

“Fuck…I…” Brian’s eyes dipped towards Trevor’s dick, and his hands went towards it, rubbing it a bit and hefting it in his hands. “God, this is…h-holy…”

“Ngh…Brian, if you play with that too much, it’s going to want more…”

“I…I do, too…” Brian took a deep breath and let it out shakily. “Fuck…I…d-don’t tell anyone about this, it’s…I don’t think they’ll, uh…understand…”

Trevor cocked his head. “What do you mean?”

“I…fuck. I’ve got…SUCH a fucking…THING for horses.” Brian’s hands were rubbing Trevor’s cock a little more, coaxing precum out of the leaky shaft. “I’m…not really…I’m not…into guys most times, but…just…there’s something about horses…and horse dudes especially…they just…I want them SO bad. And seeing you like this, I…fuck, Trevor, I NEED you to fuck me, PLEASE…”

Such an intense come-on, it would have probably intimidated Trevor too much even yesterday. But today…today he felt like he could take on the world. And his cock was VERY eager to get some use, and having someone practically throwing himself at him…how could Trevor say no? But, there was one thing…an idea that occurred to him, as he learned towards Brian, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think…that sounds like a REALLY good idea. But, I have one condition…” He felt a grin come to his face, he wasn’t sure why he found this idea spicy but he did. “When I take you into that shower…I’m Zidane.”

The way Brian’s eyes lit up, he had a feeling he had a winner. There was something just a little bit scandalous about it, the idea that one of the football players was getting rawed by the school mascot…embracing that identity in the moment was clearly something they both loved. “Fuck, yeah…pound my ass, Zidane…”

“With pleasure.” The zebra anthroid nudged Brian to follow him into the shower area, hooves echoing loudly on the hard concrete floor and then on tile. Hopefully not enough to cause damage, but not something he could really control. As he got in there, he assumed the mindset…he was going to have to do this anyway, make him think of himself as Zidane Zebra, get into the very identity of him, someone who had an established persona…he very much doubted they expected him to use it for something like this, but so long as he wasn’t doing it on official events, it wasn’t like they could stop him. And hey, one could conceivably think of this as practice, right?

So when he turned back to Brian, it was Zidane looking at the reverent human. “So, you think you’re ready to ride a REAL horse?”

Brian’s nod couldn’t have been harder. “I’m so fucking ready. I’ve been practicing…I’ve been using a toy, it’s…fuck, almost as big as you are, I think…”

Apparently he wasn’t exaggerating when he said he had a big thing about horses. All the better for Zidane. “Heh, thought you were gonna get all prepared for me, did you? But I’m gonna show you how size ain’t the only thing you have to deal with. Why don’t you get against that wall?”

With a breathy moan, Brian made for the wall of the shower, probably expecting that he would just brace himself against it and wait for the action…which meant he wasn’t ready when Zidane, just a step or two away from the wall, suddenly grabbed him and lifted him bodily, thumping him against the wall with just enough force to be imposing without actually being violent. One arm was pinned between Brian’s chest and the wall, the other had grabbed Brian’s leg and had it in a firm hold, pulled back to keep the human’s ass right at the right level. The human gasped and moaned again, with obvious excitement, as Zidane rubbed his shaft against his rear, pushing back into the zebra. “Oh, you like that, do you? Heh, you’ve been practicing your ass with a toy, but you haven’t actually been able to practice feeling a whole equine manhandling you, have you?”

“Hhh…n-no…it’s so…ngh, good…” Brian was squirming a bit, but it was definitely not an effort to escape. Zidane could tell he was hard as a rock, loving every second of this. He kept an arm wrapped around Brian’s chest…there was a good bit of muscle there, it was a somewhat heavy build yet with enough streamline to give himself some range of motion, ideal for his linebacker position. Yes, he was tall, beefy, fit…but Zidane was taller, beefier, fitter. It was a thrill in his own right to know that this stud footballer who’d probably have a pro career was outclassed by him in just about every way. And this was really driving the excitement he was feeling at that moment - so much of what had been going on before was just hormonal horniness out of control, this was the first time he was really feeling like the lust was HIM rather than the transformation. And he was rapidly finding he preferred that feeling.

Of course, just because he was more in control didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling that need hitting hard. So he didn’t let it linger for long…he pulled his hips back, letting the weight of his cock carry the head down to press against Brian’s ass. Once he had that blunt end pressed against that pucker, he pushed, trying to rein in the urge to just buck and control his entry so he didn’t hurt Brian. It was quite a bit of a surprise, though, when that pucker stretched quite readily for him, letting himself slide in initially much more rapidly than he would have expected…and that caused Zidane’s control to slip a bit, and he suddenly surged forward, pounding several inches in more quickly than he’d intended. The brief fear that he’d overdone it was rapidly dispelled by Brian’s amorous cry, the human’s body shuddering a bit as he clenched down on that thick tool, squeezing it nice and tightly.

Holy SHIT that feels good.

It was a hell of a way to lose his virginity - in a completely different body than his original one. And hell if it wasn’t just as good as he thought it would be…most people said it was usually a lot more awkward than most imagined, but thanks to the swell of confidence he had, he was making the most of it. He pulled back slightly, then thrust in, a bit deeper, with Brian’s voice ringing out in the shower over his grunt as he felt more of that cock sink in - and it sure as hell felt like he could’ve pushed it even harder. Brian was crazy accommodating, it was wild. “Fuck, you’ve been practicing a lot, haven’t you? Feels like I could sheath my dick in you with barely any effort.”

“Hhh…wazza…special toy…oh, fuck, more, Zidane, please…” How could Zidane resist a plea like that? He pulled back and then decided to go for it, driving in to the very hilt. Brian clamped down hard on that dick as he bottomed out - it felt like he’d pushed so much in, and yet Brian had barely hitched. A special toy indeed…it twigged something he’d heard about. Nanotech wasn’t just about large-scale transformations like his, it had all sorts of applications…and he’d seen someone mention, during his research on the subject, that certain toys had nanitic agents that could ‘adjust’ someone to be able to take more sizable objects. He hadn’t been looking for that info specifically, but it had come up pretty naturally when looking at people who had made the anthroid change; a lot of anthroids made themselves rather…ample…and enthusiasts used toys like that to make it easy for them to handle that. The implication was hard to miss - Brian had been anticipating doing something with an equine anthroid…and it was a distinct possibility that he had very deliberately been expecting to do it with Zidane.

And that was super hot to think about in that moment.

His grip tightened on Brian, and he pressed more of his weight against the human as he started to work back and forth. The continued accommodation was dispelling any concerns he had about overdoing it, as were Brian’s blissful wails, which were sharp and short as he tried desperately to catch his breath. It was a bit noisier than he expected, but a lot of that was Zidane’s pre pouring out and lubing up that already-willing ass, which was taking him all the way and not protesting the more vigorous action. The way Brian clenched down, making his whole shaft feel that tension at once…the masturbation couldn’t come close to covering all that real estate so effectively, this was the first time he was really getting the full experience and he knew he was going to want a whole lot more of it.

It wasn’t long before he picked up the pace, hips smacking into Brian’s rear with a fair bit of force, his balls swaying sharply and smacking into Brian’s here and there. Some of that leaky pre was drooling out whenever he pulled out, and the wet smacks when he surged forward splattered droplets everywhere, getting on both of them. The scent of it was really starting to hit Zidane’s nose, that thick scent of musk and lust were making his heart thud solidly against his chest. Without realizing it he was getting wilder, grunting deeply and sounding slowly more animalistic as he rut harder and faster into Brian, forcing the sounds right into the human’s ear. Brian’s voice was getting higher, a desperate need creeping in…he was squeezing harder, pushing back, squirming ever more, twisting even a little when that cock speared in. “F-fuck…more! Please!”

Zidane did just that - in that moment, he really cut loose, letting the strength and the wildness fly fully. He started to slam in and out with reckless abandon, trying to almost force Brian’s body into orgasm with force alone. He didn’t really have to try to find that pleasure button Brian had in there, his thick shaft made it impossible to miss, and he was giving it a workout it had never had before. He could feel that need bubbling up in his own loins, he was getting close, VERY close, VERY quickly…the world’s longest rut it would never be, but he was trying to hold back until he got Brian off, not wanting to leave the human wanting in any way. It was almost a race, though, his resistance was waning fast under the frenzied rutting, that throbbing feeling signaling an impending release that he wasn’t sure he could do anything about, it felt almost like his body was overriding his control once again and he honestly wasn’t really bothered by that…

Suddenly he felt it, that first surge of seed gushing out of his cock and into Brian’s insides. A cry that was almost halfway to a whinny rushed from him as he fucked harder, slamming in and out and unleashing his voluminous spunk into Brian’s ass. It was a few thrusts into this when he felt Brian suddenly start clenching down even harder, and only then did he finally slam in and hold himself there, letting himself jet his thick load into Brian’s guts while the human’s pearly essence splashed against the wall and the floor, painting the tile a brighter white than the dingy pallor it normally had. It wasn’t long before Zidane’s seed was joining it, more pumping out than Brian could keep inside him; even with how taut his ass was stretched around the zebra cock lodged in him, some of that fluid found its way out and squirted down to splatter around Zidane’s hooves. But plenty of it was staying firmly stuck inside Brian, making sure the human got his fill of zebra in every possible way - for the first time, and Zidane suspected definitely NOT the last. And he had a feeling he’d be more than down for that.

Even though Zidane had reached his limit before Brian had, it took longer for him to stop shooting; Brian’s body had stopped trying to milk him a fair bit before his release was reduced to dribbles. Both of them stayed where they were, panting, catching their breath and reveling in the blissful afterglow…Zidane wasn’t going to forget that rush any time soon, it was quite a bit different from all those orgasms during the transformation, more satisfying by far. Maybe it was going to be trickier getting these hook-ups arranged once they were in the thick of the season, but he’d find a way if it was going to be this good.

Eventually, he pulled Brian away from the wall, holding him up still lodged on his shaft. “Everything you hoped for?”

“Fuck…so yes…everything and more…” Brian sounded a bit out of it, but also over the moon. “We HAVE to do that again…soon…”

“We’ll find a way, I’m sure,” Zidane assured him. “Gonna have to get cleaned up now, though, I’ve got stuff I need to get to, and I think you do, too.”

“Ng, yeah…holy shit, still…wow…actually got fucked by Zidane…” Brian seemed to still be trying to process it all as Zidane pulled him off his dick and helped him stand as he turned on one of the showers. The initially cool water was a bit of a shock to the system that helped clear their heads a bit, and then it warmed up nicely to a steamy cleaning that felt nice and relaxing. They weren’t being shy with their hands, Zidane helping to make sure plenty of that seed got cleaned out of Brian while the human rubbed the zebra’s dick clean…had the time been right, it could have been the prelude to round 2. Maybe at some point they’d be able to make it happen like that, but for now Zidane was going to be satisfied with the first.

“You’re gonna have to give me your number at some point,” Brian said as they emerged from the shower. “I know a couple’a hook-up spots we probably won’t have to worry about anyone looking in on us.”

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to cross paths in the coming days,” Zidane assured him. “Might be a bit busy for me for a bit as I get the crash course. But an ass that good needs to get what it craves.”

“Fuck…this is gonna be the best year ever…” Brian’s words were starting to be Zidane’s feelings exactly. Who knew being the mascot was going to feel THIS good?

———

It was a bit of a surreal experience for Trevor getting back to his apartment that afternoon. At the moment, he quite literally had nothing to wear - his largest clothes had failed to contain his body, and the ruins of them weren’t even enough to reliably cover up. And yet…when he left the building completely in the buff, not only did he not feel self-conscious, he actually felt BETTER than when he was wearing clothes. Sure, he was getting some looks, but it was like it didn’t even matter compared to how good the open air felt on his body. A good thing, because he was going to have no actual choice for the next several days…he would have to order some stuff to wear that would fit him, and he needed to get measurements so the university could get him fitted for some athletic wear. Now that the changes were presumably done, they could do that…but Trevor had a solid feeling that, unless it was a sports event or class, he wouldn’t be wearing anything on the regular. It was weird, before everything he had thought there was no way he could be comfortable with that, but now that he was there, it was such a natural feeling that it had gone all the way to feeling like he couldn’t WANT to cover up.

He took a more leisurely pace back to his building, enjoying both the free feeling of the air on his body and the unburdened feeling of not being on the edge of an erection like he had been for the past few days. He COULD get in trouble for that, and he had no intention of risking that, but he wasn’t feeling that constant stir so he wasn’t feeling a need to rush. There was an odd level of confidence in him now, too, even waving to a few of the people who were staring at him as he passed...that wasn’t something he’d been expecting, but maybe it was just that this body felt really good. And he could tell the looks he was getting were mostly confusion and curiosity, not derision or disgust…heck, he was pretty sure a couple of those passersby were flushing a bit. Maybe people really ARE that into horses.

It was almost a shame to come back inside, but Trevor did have some business to take care of, so he gave himself a promise that he’d go out for a run again that evening…he probably needed to eat something again anyway. His hooves were making a fair bit of noise against the hard floors as he got in, but the sound wasn’t as off-putting to him anymore, it sounded more right. The one issue was that the doorway felt a fair bit tight to him, but he had a feeling that was going to be pretty normal from now on. Indeed, everything felt a bit small to him, but that was just because he was pretty huge.

“Trevor? Is that…oh, wow!” Trevor’s ears twitched as he heard Alex’s voice, and looked over to see the bespectacled young man ogling him. “You’re…wow, you’re all the way changed! You look incredible!”

“Heh, yeah, I feel pretty incredible, too.” Trevor grinned back, stretching a bit and not really being shy about his exposed crotch. “Clothes can’t say the same thing, they didn’t make it. Can’t really say I’m that broken up about it, really, they weren’t gonna be a great fit for the tail anyway.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, you want specialty clothes. There’s a few sites you can look at for anthroid wear, I can show you some of them.” Alex said this without even looking slightly away from Trevor, and he wasn’t minding that in the slightest.

“I like that idea. Lemme grab my laptop, you can show me where to go, I gotta send a few e-mails anyway…”

It turned out to be the perfect addition to his plans. An e-mail off to the athletic department telling them he was ready for a fitting, and to Coach Will letting him know that things seemed to be done and he should be more focused tomorrow - but to expect him to be without clothing for the next few sessions. And then Alex showed him some sites that Trevor hadn’t known about, apparel sites catering specifically to anthroids of a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some surprisingly stylish stuff for a group that wasn’t obligated to dress up most of the time…some of it was a bit racy, but there were plenty of options that wouldn’t grate against anyone, and Trevor was able to order a few shirts and pairs of shorts that were designed for an equine shape.

All this while Alex was leaning into him, rubbing his muscles gently, almost reverently. “You look so fucking amazing…wow. This is amazing, can’t believe I’m actually doing this…”

“You like this, huh?” chuckled Trevor, putting his beefy arm around Alex and pulling him closer. His cock was stirring again…even though the insatiable horniness seemed to have gone away, he apparently had a pretty healthy libido still. “Is everyone around me just into horse dudes? Or is there a reason you know about these apparel sites?”

“Ah…I mean…” Alex blushed a bit. “I’m, uh…I’m kind of a furry enthusiast…and I’m…VERY into anthroids…in general, I mean, not just…one type. But…I’m, uh, I’m not the kind who wanted to be one myself, I just…wanted to be WITH one. I, uh…sorry, I…I know that probably sounds kinda shallow…it’s not like I think you’re not a good guy or anything if you’re not a zebra anthroid. But…I mean, I…this is just…how I am. And…well, that’s definitely why I had my, uh, eyes drawn to you.”

“I guess I can’t blame you for that…if that’s something you’re into, then it has to feel like a dream come true when you can get that chance,” agreed Trevor. “But…you know I’m not going to stay like this, right? I go back at the end of the school year.”

“I mean…even if I only have a chance for a little while…I also…you know, want to get to know you for you, too. It wouldn’t be fair if I was only with you because you were an anthroid…and, you seem like a pretty cool guy, and there’s things we both like, too…” Alex cuddled into Trevor a bit, looking up at him. “But…I mean, it’s your choice, too, I…I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want…”

Trevor couldn’t help but find Alex cute, looking up at him like that. Maybe it wasn’t the deepest draw in the world, but…on the other hand, it wasn’t like Trevor was taken, Brian had made clear it was just a fling thing for them, and he was fine with that. And really, just because his appearance had been the initial draw didn’t mean that was all Alex would care about…why not give it a chance? Trevor liked feeling desirable anyway, physically desirable especially, since he really had never been before. If it didn’t last…well, something told him he would have options.

“I think…I’d be more than interested in getting together.” Trevor couldn’t help but feel good at how Alex’s eyes lit up as he closed the laptop and set it aside. “I’d like to get to know you better, too…and if I’ve only got a limited time to take advantage of this, then maybe I should do it while I can.”

“That’s…gosh, Trevor…or, uh, should I…call you Zidane? I don’t know what you’d prefer, I know you’re trying to get into the mindset and all…”

Trevor thought for a moment, but it really wasn’t a difficult call. With Brian, it made more sense to be Zidane…but with Alex, he wanted to be himself. “I’d rather it be Trevor…that’s how we get to really know each other. I’ve got plenty of people I have to be Zidane around anyway.”

“Sure, yeah, that makes sense.” Alex’s hand went towards Trevor’s groin, where his cock was pushing back out of its sheath, and started toying with it. “So, uh…you wanna show me what this big boy can do, Trevor?”

“It’s definitely tempting…” Trevor was certainly feeling the urge to use it, but it wasn’t overriding his judgment. Alex certainly had the desire, but the one guy he’d stuffed himself into had been practicing with a specialized toy for a good while, and was already a fairly big guy to start with…Alex was quite a bit smaller, and unless he had been doing the same, there was a reason to hesitate. “You think you can handle this? It’s pretty damn big, and I don’t wanna hurt you while trying to give you a good time.”

“Ah…well, I may have a way to help with that…” Alex flushed again. “You wanna come up to my room?”

“Sure thing.” Trevor stood up, with his arm still wrapped around Alex - which meant that he was hauling the young man up with him. Alex eeped a bit, but by the time Trevor started carrying him up, he was giggling excitedly; it was pretty obvious he liked the idea of a big anthroid boyfriend making use of that size. Well, maybe it was a bit hasty to be saying ‘boyfriend’, but Trevor wasn’t averse to the idea of that happening, really…if things went well, maybe that was on the horizon. Things to think about another time, right now he wanted to see what Alex had in mind for making this work…

He nudged Alex’s door open with a hoof and clopped in, setting Alex down on his bed before thumping down on it himself, sprawling out a bit and showing off his fully-hard shaft. He felt almost too big for the room, but he had a feeling he’d feel too big for his own as well…he was just going to have to get used to that, he figured. “A’right, so, what’s your plan? Unless you’ve been practicing somehow, I don’t think it’s gonna be smooth sailing getting into you. I’m a whole lotta zeeb, and you’re kinda not a lotta human.”

“Yeah, I know…” Alex got up off the bed, and started working his clothes off as he went over to his dresser. “But I was…well, I know my type, and I was kind of planning ahead…there’s not a lot of anthroids at Quarterlin itself, but there’s a small community of them in Adelville. I was hoping to get to know some of them, and…well, you can guess what I was hoping that would lead to. But I know I needed something that would make it easier, and I couldn’t really afford one of those neat toys that gets you ready…not that my parents ever would’ve allowed that anyway.” Alex dumped his clothes onto a chair and pulled a jar of something out of his dresser. “But I was able to get something...back during the holidays, I managed to sneak this through among the gifts I was ordering. They never knew about it because I didn’t use it, waited to start doing anything until I got here.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow as Alex came back to the bed with the jar; there was something yellow-colored inside, not exactly the most attractive color ever. “That’s some kinda lube, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah, it’s a special type. It’s nano-active, but not super strong…they say if you use it enough, you’ll be able to handle anything eventually, but it takes a lot of, uh, repeated use to get the full effect, slower than those toys by a long shot. I’m not even sure this jar would be enough for that. But I’ve, um, fingered myself with it a little bit…and if we use it, and if we take it slow, I might be able to get…well, some of it in me, anyway. I don’t know how much, I can only get so deep…”

“True…but I can think of something that can get deeper. Maybe if we take it slow and let you adjust, I’ll be able to slip more of it in over time. I’ll be careful, and you can tell me if you’re having trouble with it, I’ll stop any time if you’re feeling anything bad.”

“Yeah, but I definitely want to try…this is maybe a lot to try, but if I can get to handling this, then…well, I should be able to handle just about anything, it’s hard to imagine someone being that much bigger than you.” Alex popped open the jar, showing that it was mostly full, just as he said; the scent of it was better than the look, it had a kind of citrusy scent that Trevor kind of liked. “It shouldn’t do anything to you, I don’t think? It’s supposed to be responsive to certain tissues or something, I don’t know how it works exactly but I’ve seen plenty of people swear by it.”

A nod from Trevor. “Not sure what it could really do to me anyway, I’m not worried. Let’s go for it.”

It was a very different process from his earlier round with Brian. That had just been a blitz of activity with very little build-up, a quick and energetic romp that had satisfied that itch in a hurry…Alex needed a lot more preparation, and Trevor was having to fight the urges to rush things, his stiff dick hard and insistent on getting on with it but the rest of him trying to be more cautious. He was taking the lead on getting Alex prepped, scooping out some of that special lube and slowly working it into Alex’s tight pucker…very slowly, Alex was getting his first time here, and Trevor’s finger was a whole lot larger than either Alex’s fingers or the nozzle of the bulb he’d been using to clean himself out, which was the most he’d ever pushed anything in. It took a bit of work to even get one finger truly inside, after a bit of smearing that lube right around the star itself it seemed to give a little bit more easily, allowing him to pop in and work a finger around to spread more of the stuff around. And he repeated that, once, twice, three times, before he could stretch it enough to get even a second finger in…it certainly wasn’t an immediate response, but it was working, if slowly.

Alex was doing more than just sitting there passively, though…while Trevor was prepping his rear, he was attending to the zebra’s dick, rubbing it all over, licking it up and down and across the broad head, giving it more than enough attention to keep him raring to go. Trevor’s tail was flicking back and forth between his legs, betraying his eagerness as he tried to keep his dick from making too big a mess before he was ready…not that he was succeeding well at that, he was as productive as ever, it appeared. Alex didn’t seem to care that much, he was licking some of it up but letting plenty of it drool freely down that thick shaft, maybe providing some of a different kind of lubrication for when the action went further. Every little bit would help, especially with as tight as Alex still was…Trevor was making sure he could stretch a bit, getting moans out of the human as he tried to relax and let Trevor play around and prep him as much as possible.

But there was only so much Trevor could do. He had managed to get three fingers inside Alex, working him slowly open as he spread them over and over, trying to get Alex used to the feeling. But there was a distinct limit to how deep he could go…he’d pushed his digits in as deep as he could, but they were hardly going to be sufficient for his actual length. At least he felt like maybe he could get inside…and then maybe his cock could do the rest of the work, if they were lucky. “You good, Alex?”

“Ahn, yeah…I definitely feel it, it’s…warm. Mmn, all that stretching I think helped.” He took the jar from the bed and grabbed a fair bit of that yellow-colored stuff out and started rubbing it generously down Trevor’s tool. His own response to it wasn’t the same as Alex’s, it felt cool to him, particularly on that sensitive part, and it made the air around it feel cooler as well…but, well, he probably wasn’t getting the nanoactivity, so that probably made sense. Alex was being awfully bold about it, though, spreading that lube all the way down the length of Trevor’s horse dong. Trevor had a few more doubts that he’d get all the way in, and whether it was even wise to try…but he’d at least give it a sporting effort as long as Alex wasn’t in agony.

Once he was lubed up, Trevor tapped Alex on the back. “Think it might be best if you’re trying to ride me, will make it easier for you to control how deep it goes.”

“Okay…” Alex lifted himself up and turned around so he was facing Trevor, the zebra leaned back on the pillows, arms out to help keep him steady. He slowly squatted down, until his ass was meeting that blunt head…it took a bit of shifting around to find the right angle, but eventually Trevor’s cock was wedged against that pucker. “Nngh…can you…stretch me, a bit?”

“Sure can.” Trevor reached out and took hold of the globes of Alex’s rear, grinning a bit as he got a nice firm hold near the cleft and cautiously pulled them apart - and he could tell that star was loosening more readily than it had to start. That was a good sign, at least, but there was more stretch to come than anything he’d put it through yet. Still, Alex seemed determined enough - once he had a solid stretch there, he suddenly pushed down, dropping himself onto that cock and letting gravity do some of the work of getting that thing in there. Trevor braced himself, trying not to buck up and overdo things…but he could feel that stretch working, slowly spreading Alex until the broad head of that equine dick pushed inside with a slick squishing slurp.

Alex didn’t catch himself at first, a few inches of that log slipping in surprisingly quickly, before he gasped a bit and grabbed Trevor’s arms to hold himself up. “Haah…w-wow…that’s…wow…”

“You okay there?”

“Yeah…it feels…good, up to here. Think that’s about how deep you were able to get…probably won’t be as easy from here. But I think…just…slowly, that’ll probably help…”

“You go as slow as you need.” Trevor tried to give Alex a reassuring smile, though how much it come off like that and how much it looked like he was barely reining himself in was impossible for him to say. The urge to buck up was awful, but Trevor forced himself to stay still, letting Alex do the work. The human was slowly pushing down, fractions of an inch at a time, and then pulling up, letting the lube do its work slowly as it was applied deeper and deeper inside him. It was a slow process, but it did seem to be gradually having an effect, the strain slowly ebbing from Alex’s features with every minute of nanitic adjustment his innards were getting. Trevor could swear he could see a bit of his girth giving an ever-so-slight stretch to Alex’s midsection, not ostentatious but it was definitely easier to see it in a skinny young man like Alex than someone built like Brian. It had to be having quite the impact…

Things slowed again when Alex reached the medial ring, his pucker tentative as he pushed against it. Most likely it wasn’t the stretch of the ring itself, but that it would again be harder to avoid pushing down farther than intended to get past it...this seemed like a moment for Trevor to step in. “You want me to get that in there for you?”

“Y-yeah…” Alex was sweating, panting, he looked a bit weary, but also determined…Trevor could see the steel on his expression.

“We don’t have to. I’m not gonna make you take the whole thing on the first time. We can work you up to it.”

“Hhnn…I…I really…” Alex shook his head. “I…I want to try. I…I always…wanted to get it…all the way in, first time…i-if you can hold out that long, if you can’t…”

It was going to be tough - the ride may have been slow, but Trevor had been pushed a fair bit already, and he could easily have finished himself off with a few half-thrusts into Alex. But he could hold on as long as he could. “All right, I’ll do my best. But don’t overdo it, bail out if you can’t manage it. You need more lube?”

“I…don’t think I can risk pulling out…don’t think my legs will hold out. Just get the ring in…I’ll be okay working it down after that.”

Trevor did as requested - he kept his hips still, but pulled Alex slowly down onto him, that medial ring giving the human’s tight passage an extra stretch. After a few seconds, there was give - and Trevor halted his pull as soon as he felt the pressure decrease, keeping his cock from going more than slightly further in, to keep Alex’s body from being pushed too far. Alex gave a slight cry as he felt the stretch deeper, but it wasn’t that bad, and he didn’t seem like he was in pain or anything. “Good?”

“Really good…fuck I…feel so full…your dick’s just…rubbing my, ngh, prostate constantly…hhff, want more…” Alex braced himself on Trevor as he started slowly working down more, his movements getting short, never pulling up past the medial ring, trying to smear around more lube and precum along his inner passages. It seemed like he was really pushing himself, but the progress, slow as it was, was still coming. The problem was that Trevor was dangerously close to the same - his cock was throbbing and shooting more pre than it had been before, and he could feel that tingle in his loins. At this rate, he wasn’t going to make it to Alex going all the way in, there was still about a third of his shaft left to pierce, and the short and quicker movements as Alex worked just a couple inches back and forth was pushing him ever closer to the edge.

As focused as he was at that, it barely registered how close Alex was…the human was dripping pre onto Trevor’s toned abs, much less prolific than the equine’s output but betraying no less eagerness. Only when he was feeling Alex start to really clench down on him did he become aware of how close the human was - and at first he mistook it for agony, the tightness on Alex’s face a little bit ambiguous. He wavered a little bit, not sure whether to intervene or to wait for Alex’s signal, caught in that no-man’s land of caution versus need and not just his own need…

Before he could process it enough to act, Alex did the last thing he expected - he suddenly pushed, shoving himself down the rest of the way on Trevor’s shaft, his ass meeting the zebra’s groin before Trevor could really process what was happening. And THAT was more than enough to push him over the edge - both of them, in fact, as his ring gave Alex a prostate bump even more forceful than the rest of his dick. Their first gushes came out almost at the same time, though that was about the only thing they had in common, as Trevor’s thicker, more copious initial burst was completely caught inside that thoroughly-stretched ass, while Alex’s smaller and thinner release jetted out onto the zebra’s chest and stomach. And there was more where that came from, for both of them, as Trevor’s dick was squeezed and milked by Alex’s pleasure spasms, driving him to shoot more and more of that zebra seed into the human, the jets creating visible bumps in Alex’s stomach as they fired out, though he barely noticed them as he fought to resist the urge to try to hump more into the human and focused on the splatters of sticky essence onto his muscular body. Alex’s cries were strained yet rapturous, while Trevor was more restrained, grunts and groans the only thing coming out as he fought hard to maintain the balance between bliss and care.

And that kept up for a nice long time…the longer, more low-key session had apparently done quite a bit to prime Trevor’s balls, because he just kept shooting, and shooting, and shooting, long after Alex had run dry. He could feel the human wobble a bit, and acted decisively to catch and pull Alex down onto him before he lost balance, bringing him down gently so that he could rest while Trevor rode out the rest of his release. It thankfully wasn’t too much longer at this point, he started to feel the shots taper off while Alex was laying against him, panting and moaning, not seemingly caring at all that he was laying on his own release…not that Trevor could blame him, he had a lot more going on.

Once Trevor felt his dick stop letting loose, and that tension abate from his body, his first impulse was to pull out and give Alex a reprieve. As he started to move, though, he felt Alex’s fingers try to cling to him. “L-leave it…please…j-just for a bit…”

“Okay…are you sure? You…feeling okay?” Trevor kept himself from moving, just in case Alex was struggling with something. A trickling feeling down his cock and balls had him feel a spike of anxiety, but it was just his seed, tinged with yellow from the lube, no sign of any more sinister discoloration. “That last drop…are you okay?”

“Yeah…y-yeah, I…I’m fine…” Alex’s voice wasn’t exactly the greatest reassurance of that, but his hand rubbed against Trevor’s fur in what seemed like an attempt to reassure him. “F-felt the heat of it…deeper than I’d already gone…and…was…so close…so…went for it…was a lot…but I don’t hurt…feels good…l-let it stay a bit…maybe help me adjust…wanna get it…in faster next time…”

“We’ll see…but don’t rush it too much. I’ll get you feeling a full rutting before you know it, you don’t have to try to make it happen sooner than you’re ready.”

“Heh…’m ready, just…maybe my ass needs to get in line…”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle as he laid there, holding Alex and trying to help him get used to the feeling until his dick decided it was done and started to recede. All concerns aside, it felt good to help Alex through his first time, and make it as good as he could. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he was going as hard on Alex as he had on Brian, and Alex would be enjoying it just as much…to think, a week ago this would have seemed unthinkable for him. Maybe being Zidane Zebra was going to have a lot more benefits than just getting him through a year of school without bankrupting anyone. And at this point, he was starting to see the appeal of the whole transformation thing in earnest…he was going to make the most of his time like this, for sure. Whether as Trevor or Zidane, the world was going to see a new side of him, one that would be bolder, more confident, and more active than ever before.

———

It wouldn’t last, of course. He knew that full well. But true to his early thoughts, he made the most of it, as long as it lasted.

And that was how things ended up in early May. Trevor had gotten a good bit of his stuff packed up, as they only had a couple of days left before the dorms closed for the summer - though neither he nor Alex would be back there, they were moving into an apartment on campus where they could stay for the long term. And that morning had been the first time he’d woken up in a different body since all those months ago. The body of Zidane Zebra was gone - he was back to being human, just as he had been before. Well…that, perhaps, was not entirely accurate. He was a bit taller than he had been before, his body wasn’t that chiseled adonis it had been but was noticeably more muscular, and a few of the traits he’d picked up seemed to stick with him on some level. Effects that hadn’t been beyond prediction, after all he had known that there would be lasting effects, but certainly none that he was bothered by.

And neither was Alex, it seemed, as he gave Trevor a kiss as he reached the bottom of the stairs. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you in your native body. Though I guess I saw parts of it before at least.”

“Heh, hope it’s not a disappointment for you.”

“No way! I might miss the big ol’ zebra body that rocked my world so many times this year, but I’m more glad to have you than anything.” It had turned out not to just be a fling thing - it had only taken until midway through winter for Trevor and Alex to officially start calling themselves boyfriends. It might not have been a totally exclusive arrangement, Trevor had drawn some eyes that he couldn’t help but indulge, but he also made it up to Alex by ensuring his boyfriend got to enjoy some other anthroids when the opportunity arose. But it was clear that the passion was strongest between the two of them, and it was more than just indulgence of a preference. There had been that little hint of anxiety that Alex would lose interest when the changes wore off, regardless of what had been said…but it certainly didn’t appear to be the case, and that had Trevor in very good spirits.

“I’m glad I’ve got so much going for me,” snickered Trevor. “Though you may not have to miss it for that long.”

“Really? I thought you said you’d gotten funding options for next year.”

“I did, yeah. But…I liked being Zidane. It felt good, better than I thought, even all the showmanship was enjoyable. And they said they’d be more than happy to have me back next year…and, well, I have to imagine they’d prefer someone who knew the body and knew the cheer routines already, over someone they had to train from the ground up, you know?”

“Oh…I, uh…I mean, it’s your choice, totally!” Alex reddened a bit, and Trevor didn’t have to wonder what he was thinking - no question he would want Trevor even more with the zebra body. “I mean, I, uh, I would support you either way. If you’re not worried about transforming more…it’s less likely to reverse at all the more you do it this way, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” acknowledged Trevor. “But, I get the feeling that if I was that way for good, I wouldn’t really mind.” That might have been an understatement, as already Trevor was mulling the idea of deliberately taking on the full four years which would guarantee permanency. That rugged zebra body, full of strength and energy, clearly popular with more than a few people - Brian wasn’t the only sportster with a secret thing for equines, as it turned out - and it gave Trevor a confidence that he’d never known before. And it had him thinking about his ambitions…he wanted to go into business, into finance. A realm where having a commanding presence, charisma, confidence, could be an enormous asset. Really, it was hard to come up with a good argument against it…his parents might not be thrilled, he supposed, but he had a feeling they’d learn to live with it. That was where a good bit of the temptation was coming in...still, he didn’t have to commit just yet. “I’ll take some time to think about it, and come to a decision soon enough.”

“And if you need help, I’ll be happy to provide any feedback I can,” agreed Alex. “So…are you feeling up for a little ‘fun?’”

Trevor chuckled, taking hold of Alex’s hand and slowly, salaciously drawing it down towards his groin. “Why don’t you tell me?” he teased, noticing Alex’s eyes widen as he felt what was down there. An equine sheath, housing a cock that was decidedly not Zidane’s full size, but probably double his prior length and girth. There would be one remnant of Zidane that Trevor would have regardless of whether he went all the way or not…and he had a feeling that Alex would be more than satisfied with that one piece no matter what happened.