Feeding Time
"You're off your meds, Prince."
The zebra ignored him. He cupped his palm around the tiny flame until he felt the satisfying burn of thick, spicy tobacco singe his throat. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and snorted smoke.
Ed stopped sweeping.
"Where did you get that?" he asked in a tone that clearly disapproved.
"People throw all kinds of shit in here, bub," Prince said and took a last long draw on the butt had before tossing the still-smoking nub out of the cage.
Ed smothered it with his toe and put it in the trash, starting to sweep again.
"I don't understand you sometimes, Prince."
"You don't live in a zoo, Ed," Prince said mildly.
Ed dumped his dustpan in the garbage bin.
"You're up to something," he accused.
"Moi?" Prince said, the picture of innocence. It was a dismal failure.
His body was a sculptor's dream given flesh. Prince's stripes curved over the outer edges of a pair of marble smooth pectorals. Beneath them, a six pack that was so defined Ed could have pushed the tip of a finger into the creases between the muscles rippled gently with each breath the zebra took. His thighs were a shorter, humanoid copy of the powerhouses his feral cousins sported, and his arms were swathed in stick-your-tongue-out-and-drool thick beef. His gently curving ears flicked to either side of his striped mohawk of a mane. Ten years of daily training with nothing more for weights than his body ensured that no one who visited the Africa section missed seeing him.
"Why would I be planning anything?" Prince asked..
"Because you're always planning something," Ed said. "You're the worst attention whore in the whole damn zoo."
Prince smirked and draped his fingers around the cage bars over his head, leaning against the side like a stripper. His heavy black balls swung gently, each the size of ripe oranges.
"I've got equine hearing, bub. I don't hear anyone griping."
Ed made a disgusted noise and replaced the garbage bag, loading the full one into the portable plastic disposal bin..
"Just do me a favor and don't touch any more cigarettes, okay? People come here to see Africa. If they wanted to see chain smokers they could watch the parking lot attendants and save money."
"It's no hide off my snout, bub. It's not like we're gonna get heavy traffic. Not since they put in the new zoo up on the east side. This place has been going downhill for years. This is just one more nail in the coffin."
Ed pointed at him.
"You might think about where you'll end up if this places closes, zebra."
He trundled off. Prince left the cage bars and strode toward the fake watering hole amidst the transplanted acacia trees. He limbered himself up before plunging into his daily workout. With no exercise equipment, Prince had constructed an entire series of routines just using his own body weight and whatever assistance he could get from the rest of his herd.
There were only three of them, now. The females had all been transferred last year, part of price cuts due to low visitor attendance. Just three lonely studs in a half acre of caged savanna. Prince had never really been aware of that fact until a few days ago. When he'd stopped popping the "vitamins" that came with morning feeding time.
"You're seriously going to try it."
Java swung in and out of his vision as Prince counted his fiftieth sit up. Prince grunted.
"Going to try what?"
Java's voice lowered to a hush.
"You know what. Studding a visitor."
Prince blew air out hard from his nostrils. He completed the set and stood to stretch against the fake rocks, utterly unashamed of the way the pose made his scrotum dangle like an eggplant.
"Hey, I may have been raised in a zoo but I'm not ignorant. You and me and the other boys are in our fuckin' prime. If this were a real savanna, we'd have harems by now. I ain't gonna die without being fruitful and multiplying."
"But a VISITOR, Prince!"
The way Java said the word, almost reverently, made Prince curl his lip.
"Lemme tell you something, Jav. There's a sign on the zebra shelter above your head that says - Please Do Not Feed for Flirt With the Animals. Know what that means? It means if they do, the zoo's not liable for whatever happens. Those fuckers wanna stare at me all day long, I'm gonna give them something worth looking at."
He chuckled softly and his thick black lips rose.
"I'm gonna give 'em a show they'll never forget."
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"We should have gone to Wild World," Ian sighed, long-suffering. Chris had forbidden him from saying "I told you so."
"Hey, it's my money," Chris shot back over his shoulder. "I've never gone to any other zoo. Besides, that monstrosity on the east side might as well be run by Disney, it's got so many bells and whistles. Not to mention crowds."
"Still better than this shit hole," Ian muttered, glancing around.
He seriously doubted the building codes for Eden Park Zoo had been updated since the start of the Cold War. The water in the drinking fountains tasted rusty. The bathrooms stank. The parking lot attendants chain smoked. Ian was amazed that the animals all looked in good health.
"Please tell me this place as a food court," whined Lab.
"Nearly a hundred species of furs in one place and you want McDonalds?" Chris said.
"Or a gift shop. I could use a new hat," Lab said, suddenly thoughtful.
Chris threw up his paws and his feline tail twitched. He stormed off, shaking his head. Ian sighed. He took out a five dollar bill and stuffed it into the dog's paw.
"Here. Go eat. Chris and I'll catch up with you later."
Ian's fluffy, striped tail swung as he loped to catch up with Chris. Chris was at a railing, staring out over a wide creek with sickly looking willows on the far shore. A pair of white cranes were fly fishing in the stagnant, algae-green water. Naked, of course. That was the only difference Ian could see between the furs in the cages and the ones who paid to watch them. Part of the policy for "presenting species as accurately as possible to what was once found in the wild," or something like that. It had been written in the brochure he'd picked up from the lobby.
"Hey," he said, coming up to Chris. "Lab's gonna meet us after he shops. Are you okay?"
Chris's ears lowered and he scraped a finger claw on the cement of the railing.
"I didn't know it had gotten this bad," he said softly.
"You sure were insistent we come here," Ian noted.
Chris sighed and shook his head.
"I can see why the city wants to shut this place down. It's like a slum for animals."
"What were you expecting?"
"The first day I ever clearly remember was here," Chris muttered. "Right over on those benches. I got a balloon from the riding camel. A red one. She had this heavy Gypsy accent and said that cats were good luck. She wanted to give me a free ride on her humps but her handler wouldn't let her."
Ian put a paw on the cat's back. "I didn't know this place was so special to you, Chris."
Chris nodded, smiling sheepishly.
"It's kind of embarrassing. I mean, I'm twenty years old. But this place was my favorite place as a cub in the whole world. I wanted to say goodbye to it, I guess. While it's still here."
Ian smiled and gave Chris a nuzzle.
"Come on. Let's catch up with Lab and you can give us the grand tour. Like you remember it, back in its glory days. What do you say?"
Chris blushed.
"You..you really don't have to."
Ian laughed and hugged Chris. Their waists met. Ian ran his soft paw over Chris's cheek, brushing the whiskers, a stroke that always got a purr from the cat.
"You're trying to make me hard, you naughty skunk," Chris said, purring softly.
Ian chuckled.
"No, no, lover boy. That comes later."
Chris blushed harder.
"This was the place, you know. When I realized I was gay."
Ian blinked.
"At the zoo?"
Chris bit his lip and nodded. Ian laughed.
"They must have some pretty studs if they can drag you out of the closet," he teased.
Chris's smile turned mischievous.
"I could show you if you think you can handle it without getting arrested."
"Arrested?"
"For whipping it out and jizzing all over the fuckin' bars," Chris whispered in his ear.
Ian grinned.
"That hot, eh?"
Ian's phone rang. He pulled it out.
"Where are you guys?" Lab whined.
Ian laughed.
"Still over by the pond. Chris was just telling me the REAL reason he likes to come here."
"Well I'm over in the Africa section, with some 911 EMERGENCY eye candy in my sights."
Ian could almost hear the dog drooling.
"We're on our way!"
He hung up and grinned at Chris.
"Looks like Lab just spotted our first stop."
"Where at?" Chris asked.
"Off to Africa, old boy!" Ian said in his best Dr. Livingston impression.
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"Is that him?" Java asked.
The two zebras were by the watering hole, pretending to drink while eyeing the black lab who was pacing and whining several yards back from the cage. Prince could smell his precum on the wind and it was conducting absolutely delicious dances deep within the base of his sheath..
"Too easy," Prince said and went back to drinking.
"How do you know?" Java challenged. "You've never bred."
"There's a reason for that, you know," Prince shot back.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't be a filly, Jav. They want offspring, not sodomy. And don't tell me those big blue pills they give us are standard issue vitamins. They're to suppress our sex drives so we don't go bum fuck crazy in here with no mares to mount."
"So that's why you've stopped taking them," Java said.
Prince resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Some zebras belonged in a zoo.
"You remember Morathi? You remember when they took him back into the med wing with Safara? We didn't sleep all night because you could hear the whinnies. They sure as fuck weren't giving 'em shots, Jav. That was pure, untamed ecstasy we were hearing. Anything that feels that good is something I'm not missin' out on."
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"Oh shit," Ian said. "Whoever Lab's spotted has that poor puppy dripping in his jock strap."
Chris covered his nose and giggled. Lab was notorious for oozing pints of precum at the drop of a paw. The air was laced with the scent of it for a good fifty feet around the whining dog.
"Okay, Lab," Ian said. "Don't hog the hunks all to yourself. Where is he?"
Lab pointed through the bars.
"That one. Over by himself by the edge of the cage."
Ian had to switch sides with Chris to get a better look. He couldn't see much. From this angle, the bars blocked most of the zebra's body. What he could see, though, was reason enough for Lab to be melting. Ian whistled.
"Very yummy, don't you think, Chris?"
Chris purred.
"Dare you to say hi."
Lab shook his head so hard his ears slapped.
"No way! That's a breeding stud. He has to be. Which means he's straight, and as soon as he smells me he's going to make me wish I was never born."
"Wuss," Ian said. "Watch and learn, boys."
Ian loved to flaunt his experience. He was the oldest, at 25, and with a perfect mixture of lithe athletic build and soft, fluffy skunk fur, he had had no shortage of lovers in the past. His tight fitting cut off shorts hugged his rump whenever he walked, and his black tee-shirt said simply: Of course size matters, silly!
Both Chris and Lab were size queens like him. But none of them had ever managed to take more than the average bear or lion had to offer. Except for Ian.
Ian slowed as he rounded the cage and got a good look at the zebra leaning against the bars. Like a cage fighter, just waiting for a challenger to step into his ring.. The sunlight gleamed off the landscape of his back, all bulging plateaus and crescent shadows. Ian felt positively scrawny.
"Fuck," he whispered.
For once, Lab had struck pay dirt. Make that MAJOR pay dirt, Ian revised as he got closer. The zebra's eyes locked with him. Ian revised again. Motherload.
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Prince was aware of the skunk's approach, though he made a point of not looking. His nostrils flared, sampling. The skunk was clearly aroused, but there was none of the obvious, vulgar gushing of pheromones that the dog displayed. This musk was a garnish, spicing the air with possibility.
His lip rose in a half smile. Ancient instincts were activating, from countless generations of proud wild stallions on the Serengeti. This was his mare. This was the one he would steal from the skunk's herd and make his own.
He flicked his eyes up with the skill of a geisha. He saw the skunk freeze. Good. Fear was respect. But not too much, or his male-mare would bolt. And with the fucking bars, there was no way for Prince to give chase.
"It's too bad they don't have you in the petting zoo," Ian said when he was within comfortable earshot.
"What exactly were ya thinking of feeling, bub?"
Ian's pants were suddenly very tight. He swallowed. One line, and he'd nearly lost it. He put on a bold face and stepped right up to the cage bars. From so close, he could see the individual hairs on the zebra's coat, the mixture of black and white on the edges of the stripes. The pale, slightly pink nipples that jutted out tenderly. Like gum drops. Just begging to be sucked.
"I don't know, I wouldn't want to get in trouble," Ian replied.
Prince leaned so close his snout was almost pressing between the bars.
"You already are."
His fingers could just barely reach the penny bright, copper button on Ian's pants through the bars. They brushed it.
Ian moaned.
Chris put a paw to his mouth to stifle his laughter. He knew that expression on the skunk's face way too well. So did Lab.
"Lucky bastard," Lab growled softly.
"Get out your camera," Chris said with a smirk.
Lab's dark eyes twinkled and he chuckled as he pulled it out of the pack at his waist.
"Armed and ready."
They stalked up to the skunk, still holding a paw to the bars and murring while the zebra spoke to him. A bright flash made Ian whirl on his cackling friends.
"You fucks! You total assholes! Gimme that camera!"
Ian launched at Lab, who yipped playfully, tail whipping the air, and dodged backward.
"Hard to chase anyone when you're about to explode in your pants," he taunted.
"Come on, skunkie," Chris purred with a grin, "how was he? On a scale of one to ten?"
"Wouldn't you like to know!" Ian shot back. His fur felt pink as strawberry Kool-Aid.
"Don't worry about it, boys," Prince called.
The three friends stopped grappling for the camera as the zebra gripped the bars and pulled himself upward. He knelt, the edges of his knees balancing on the lip of the lowest metal crossbar, and spread his rippling thighs wide. The end of his sheath was as wide around as Ian's palm. It swung just within finger's reach through the bars.
"I've got enough to share."
Lab whined. Chris caught the camera before it fell from his numb fingers.
"Jesus, dog! You're worse than you were at the gay bar," he muttered.
"All right," Chris called, "you two up against the bars."
He gestured with his free paw as he waited for the camera to wind. Ian took Lab's hand and led the poor, trembling canine up to Prince.
"H...h...hi..." Lab panted.
Prince gave him a wink. But his eyes were only for the skunk. Ian was oblivious, his fluffy tail pushed lengthwise coyly against the bars as he posed with Lab and waited for the flash.
"On three," Chris said. "And give us a flex if you can, big guy. Okay, everyone ready? One...two..."
"Stick that rump a little closer, puppydog," Prince whispered, so close his breath rushed against the sensitive membrane of Lab's floppy ear. "I'll fuck you right through your pants."
Lab swooned. Chris swore as the flash misfired. Ian's attention was on Lab. He only felt the absence in his back pocket after he'd lightly slapped and shaken Lab awake again. He could smell the dog's spunk. The stupid canine had creamed his pants, and Lab's loads were never polite in size.
"Hey, where's MY camera?" Ian said.
He clapped a paw to his rump, but felt only denim.
He whirled. Prince smirked as he held the camera by its case strap. Ian stormed up to the cage.
"Give that back!"
"Way I see it, bub, your pretty little Sony Cyber-shot slipped outta your pocket when you were loungin' against my cage. Finders keepers."
Ian banged a paw on the bars, making them hum.
"I said give that back, you stupid animal! It cost me three hundred bucks to get that!"
Prince slowly approached Ian.
"Why don't you come and get it then?" he asked, low and soft.
He gripped his sheath with the hand that held the camera and started to massage himself. Ian's eyes dilated in awe at the girth of the bubble gum pink head that peeked out. Prince took the strap in both hands and slid it over his penis like a cockring. The camera swung gently against his balls. Behind Ian, Lab swore in a moaning voice and hit the ground again.
"Come on," Prince said in the same low whicker.
Ian glanced back toward the main thoroughfare.
"Feeding time isn't for another forty-five minutes. Hardly anyone walks this way this time of day," Prince said.
"Ian, you're not-" Chris began.
But Ian was already climbing.
"Watch for staff," he said.
Ian wished he were a cat like Chris. Climbing wasn't exactly second nature to a skunk. His fucking rod was unsheathed and scraping the seam of his boxers, which didn't help his concentration.
Ian had been taken by horses before. They were only too happy to plunge those obscene dongs into such a small but stretchable ass. But Prince - the zebras names were printed on sun-faded plastic display plaques along with photos of them and brief biographies - must have been exposed to gamma radiation in the womb or something. Even fully soft, the zebra's goods were twice as big as they should have been for someone of his height. Ian wondered if the zebra had had balancing problems when he was foal, and snickered.
The snicker died when he stood at the top of the fence and gazed down into the paddock, a good ten feet below him. His paws grew slick with cold sweat. Skunks never climb trees. Ian stood frozen, one leg on either side of the fence.
Prince could smell the rising panic in the skunk. That wouldn't do. Panicked mares fought being mounted. He'd seen it himself a few times. He sighed.
"What's your name?" he yelled upward.
"Ian," came the quivering reply.
"My name's Prince."
"I know. I can read."
Prince smiled. The skunk had a nice bite to his personality.
"You can't hang out up there forever, you know. I'd say you've got about half an hour, maybe less if more visitors come by."
Ian swallowed hard.
"Listen to me, skunk. If you can't move your ass to climb back down you'll have to jump down."
"What? That's crazy!" Ian yelled.
"Serious. Don't worry, I'll catch ya."
Ian looked at Prince's arms and legs. He had no doubt the zebra could catch him. Probably throw him bodily back over the other side, too, if he wanted to.
"Are..are you sure?"
Prince gazed into Ian's eyes and winked with a warm smile.
Ian shut his eyes. He counted to three and then let go of the bars. He gasped to scream and was hugged to a smooth, muscular chest.
"Easy, I gotcha," Prince whickered.
"Fuck, let's not do that again," Ian shuddered.
"Don't worry. There's a staff entrance in the back. You can hang here until they open it for feeding time and slip out."
Prince's embrace was warm, his body hard and smooth like a boulder worn down by wind and sea. His equine fur prickled slightly against Ian's cheek.
"Gimme my camera," Ian said. It sounded more like pleading than demanding.
Prince chuckled.
"I already told ya, bub. You want it? Go get it."
Ian shifted himself away from the muscular body and looked down at the zebra's crotch. He moaned. Prince's shaft was monstrous. Veins as thick as his fingers swirled over it while it slowly pulsed in time to the zebra's heartbeat The sunlight gleamed off the head, slick with a tiny sheen of precum from being inside Prince's sheath. He spotted the thin leather strap of the camera case at its base, black on black with the fur.
"That's it. Just reach out and take it."
Ian reached with a trembling paw. The cock throbbed as if it might rise up and devour him. It radiated its own warmth. Ian's fingertips brushed cockflesh as he worked to get his blunt nails under the camera strap. Prince nickered in pleasure. There was a smoothness to it, a tenderness to the skin that refused to let Ian imagine he was feeling anything less than the biggest fucking rod he'd ever imagined.
Ian sucked in air. He had to concentrate or he would loose this kinky game. Slowly, the strap began to slide up. It had a good foot to go before the cockhead.
"Ohhhhhh..." Prince murmured. The leather was tickling his shaft. Ian was forced to inhale equine sex musk while he worked to get his camera back. A perfect blend of sweat, warm equine hide, and yes, a hint of semen.
Something was wrong. The internal clock that tells people when things have gone on too long was ringing in Ian's head. He should have had the camera by now. It took him a moment to realize why, and when he did, Ian gave a low, whining moan and couldn't help the way his hips ground against Prince's fingers.
Prince's shaft had been only half hard, if that. It was still growing, elongating like a telescope. It had doubled in size in the space of half a minute. The camera was lodged under one of the ribbed rings of flesh halfway up. As Ian watched, it grew even more. His camera was now not even a third of the way free.
Ian was vaguely aware of Chris's face pressed to the bars outside. He bit his lip. In for a penny...
He grabbed the zebra's cock. Prince whinnied. Ian stroked upward. His paw couldn't even begin to fit around the behemoth dick, but the camera was moving. Inch by inch, it slid toward the flaring head. As he was pulling upward, Ian was also pulling the cock toward him.
Prince's shaft had a slight curve to it, like an Arabian sword. The swollen inner fibers and tissues cast shadows that reminded Ian of the trunk on some exotic, tropical gum tree. There were three larger, slightly puffed rings at regular intervals, unique to equine dicks. The horse lovers Ian had known had always had two.
The cock reared closer. Ian could see the top of the head, the glans and the cum slit. Round and thick as a jumbo muffin. Shimmering under the sunlight like the inside of a shell, a soft rosy pink, oyster slick. The slit was so wide Ian knew he could tongue it like a pucker. He hardly even noticed that he was holding his camera.
"Ten minutes to feeding time, bub," Prince said between hard snorts. "You gonna say goodbye without even giving me a thank you?"
Drool rolled openly from the skunk's lips. He had to taste that cock. It was not a matter of choice. He knew he was short on time, in public, sure to be caught any moment unless Chris yelled a warning. And if Ian knew his cat lover correctly, Chris sure as fuck wasn't looking around for guards. Yes, he knew all that. But this cock demanded worship. Now.
Ian grabbed it, just under the curve of the blooming flare. He yanked upward. Prince's hands closed around Ian's waist to hold him.
"Nghoooooh!!" came Ian's hungry cry as he made first contact.
Prince's mouth opened. It was like having a lover you thought of as buff until you saw a professional bodybuilder on the beach. Masturbation was a pathetic, skinny runt next to the pleasure that roared through him now.
Prince neighed at top volume. Somehow, the skunk had managed to wedge his entire cockhead into his mouth. Prince didn't even want to imagine how stretched the skunk's jaws had to be. He must have had experience with hung guys, probably other equines. No wonder he'd climbed that cage!
Prince's hand grabbed Ian at the back of the skull.
"Suck!"
Ian was already doing it, great wet slurping sucks interspersed with indescribably sweet, slutty moans that were slowly rising in pitch. Ian was an expert at reading equine pleasure signs. He worked Prince with his little mouth right up to the edge, then backed off, letting his warm air whoosh over the glans as he breathed through his nostrils, his throat completely plugged with cock.
The musk and taste of zebra meat tainted the scent of the air, so that Ian felt as if he were breathing precum like a fish in water.
"That...all you got...bub?" Prince panted.
Ian chuckled. Time to bring this big boy to his knees.
He stabbed downward hard with his tongue. Sure enough, he felt the familiar wet tightness before the give. It was an altogether new sensation, eating a guy out from the front. The flesh of the flared head right around the cum slit was amazingly hard, almost like plastic or latex. Ian could actually feel the very edges of the slit scraping on his tongue. But the inside was rich and soft as a chocolate covered cherry.
Prince screamed. The other stallions came running. His legs nearly gave out. The skunk was shoving his entire tongue down his slit! The mental image alone took all his willpower not to send him into orgasm. And now he knew why Morathi could be heard all the way across the zoo. Now he, Prince, was making those sounds.
A rush of raw, manly power flooded him. He could feel it like liquid electricity coursing through his nerves, warming his muscles, turning his breath to flame. His eyes grew to slits and he yanked Ian off him with a wet pop.
Ian gasped sweet, fresh air, panting. He watched the cock swaying and twitching, in all it's full, hard glory. It was as wide as he face. Like two Coke cans crammed side by side. And it stretched all the way to Prince's collarbone.
"I want to try it," he whispered.
"Ian! Are you crazy? That thing will kill you!" Chris cried.
Chris suddenly remembered his guard duties and whirled around, hastily scanning the area. So far, no one. Prince had said they had less then ten minutes until feeding time. There should have been crowds gathering, staff coming up with food for the zebras.
"Come on, Ian Do it. Take it, you hot little skunk," Lab whispered. He was decidedly conscious again, on his knees, muzzle between the cage bars. His jeans were gone and he was grinding his bare, scarlet canine shaft against the iron.
"Don't Ian! It's feeding time!" Chris said again.
Ian's eyes widened in alarm. He looked up at Prince. Prince slowly smiled.
"Damn right it is, boys! And I've got my first course right here!"
The zebra's hooved fingers grabbed Ian's fly and started to tear it open. Ian began to hump the base of Prince's cock, straddling it and rocking back and forth in need.
Prince worked the pants down as far as Ian's knees and then pulled that beautiful rump up to his face. Ian raised his tail and began to squeal. He loved this part. He didn't care what anyone else said, nobody rimmed like a horse! Those thick, strong lips and big slimy tongue were almost tailor designed for oral pleasure.
Prince's eyes rolled shut. He was lost in a new world, a world of scents and tastes and sensations all generated between a pair of soft, furry cheeks. He stretched his tongue into a broadsword and stabbed that tight little pink star. He felt the skunk jerk and let out another squeal.
"Heh. Gonna pay you back for that little surprise you gave me down there, bub."
"Oh shi-OHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHH FUCK!! FUCK!!!"
Prince's powerful jaw muscles flexed and rolled. Lips puckered and sucked the skunk's star until it was swollen and puffed slightly outward. At the same time, he curved the blade of his tongue into a slimy eel that see-sawed back and forth right over Ian's hole. Slowly, slowly, he forced his tongue inside.
Ian screamed. Cum squirted through the bright, sunlit air and struck the cage bars. Ian hugged Prince's face from behind, shoving his rump as hard against that mouth as he could. Prince hummed and gave the ass a last, deep French kiss before he pulled out with an audible wet snap of breaking wet seals even Chris could hear.
Prince whickered and bit Ian's shoulder hard with his blunt teeth. Ian moaned. He snorted and sank his equine incisors into that furry neck, then chomped down and tugged on Ian's ear while he spoke.
"Don't you fuckin' think you're done that easy!"
He slowly lowered Ian's backside, letting the skunk's rump and tail brush down his pecs, his abs. He humped that little ass with the underside of his massive phallus. It had gotten a little soft and Prince wanted it solid for his first conquest as a stallion.
"Mmmph...Prince..." Ian whispered.
"I'm listenin', bub."
"Lemme feel your balls."
Prince chuckled.
"All right, bub. Here you go."
Ian moaned and wrapped his legs around the zebra's waist. The balls were as ungodly as the cock had been. Prince humped them rapidly up and down in short, hard jerks so that they rippled in their heavy sac against Ian's ass.
"Mmmmmm...like that?" Prince teased.
"Uhhh. huhhh.." Ian moaned.
The zebra grinned as he held the skunk with one muscular arm against his body while he reached down between them to cup his heavy testicles. He rubbed and rolled them slowly back and forth between Ian's cheeks.
"Just think of how much cum these big boys have," he whickered.
"Oh fuck!" Ian hissed.
"All right, you've had your little fun, bub. Foreplay's over."
Ian nodded. He panted hard and swallowed. His throat felt rough, dry from his orgasmic screams. He desperately wanted water. His eyes found Java, who was staring at the spectacle from over by the watering hole, mouth slightly open. The stud was still soft. Ian could see him grinding his balls and sheath with his palm, but nothing was happening. The poor thing.
Prince must have sensed his need, because Ian saw Java's ears prick forward. The other zebra nodded in obedience to some silent command from Prince and cupped water into his palms. Hurrying over, he knelt and offered the water to Ian. Ian sucked it into his mouth greedily.
"Thanks," he murmured.
Java smiled.
"How does it feel?"
Ian smirked at him.
"I'm about to find out."
He took several huge, deep breaths, like a deep sea diver preparing for the plunge. With each breath, he visualized his tailhole relaxing, growing elastic as a rubber band. Slowly, his lids began to close.
"Now," he said softly.
Prince pushed a flared head that was easily half a foot wide against Ian's anus. He puffed sharply, then thrust. Both zebra and skunk cried out.
"Again! Quick!" Ian barked.
Prince obeyed, thrusting again before Ian's anal ring had a chance to force him out. Ian yowled. His blunt claws dug into the flesh of Prince's loins. But it was in. He'd taken the head.
"Ohhhhhhhh...wooooow..." Ian breathed.
The world felt distant. Hazy. The cockhead inside of him was his entire universe.
Prince snorted and just held Ian there, impaled, while his brain processed the unthinkably intense pleasure. He would never, never go back to masturbation again. Already in the zebra's mind, he was lord of a new harem. But a harem of stallions like himself. Java he was sure would love being taken. The older stallion would resist, but Prince could overpower him. And in between, there would be more visitors like Ian. Bulls and horses. Deer and lions. A menagerie of assess and mouths to pleasure and service him.
Prince's lips drew back from his big white teeth and tensed his loins. He began to push into Ian. Ian's mouth dropped open. He stopped breathing. Prince stopped pushing. Ian gasped in air. Prince pushed forward again.
Ian had to force all the air from his lungs to give that horrendous shaft the room it needed. His breaths came more and more shallowly as inch after endless inch invaded him.
Prince halted once he was a third of the way in.
"That's enough, bub. Any more, and we're gonna start rupturing your hips or something."
Ian nodded. Prince gave an almost predatory snarl of pleasure as he extracted himself.
"You ready for more?"
Ian gulped.
"Move forward. Let me grab the bars."
Prince nodded. He sauntered forward, bow legged like a cowboy after a long ride. His massive shaft swayed obscenely, like the rope of a hammock in a breeze, with Ian still firmly plugged onto the head.
Ian gripped the bars. Chris grinned at him.
"Hey, buddy."
"Thanks for bringing me here, Chris. This is turning into one hell of a good day," Ian panted.
"Hey, down in front!" Prince called. "This ain't a fuckin' conference!"
Ian turned to look behind him and grinned wider.
"Maybe you should shut me up, then, big boy."
Prince's nostrils dilated to their fullest. He grunted deep in his chest. He pawed at the ground. His head gave a sticky, sucking wet sound and then vanished up Ian's ass.
Prince brayed. He had to do something to let the ecstasy out or his body would explode! The cries forced themselves from his mouth and he made no effort to stop them. The sensation overload made him instinctively want to slow down, but he forced himself to jerk out and thrust in again without pause.
He sent four thrusts in and out of Ian like cannon shots. Now the people did come running. Visitors were pushed aside by three burly trainers with tazers. They skidded to a stop, mouths agape.
Prince leered at all of them and kept thrusting. He grabbed the cage bar and leaned back, turning to present a side profile so every detail of his grinding, ramming shaft was there for all to see.
He snorted and snuffled, sounding like some oversized pig as he switched to a new tack. The last inch he dared to use slid back and forth at half second intervals, propelled by a dual flex of both Prince's powerful legs.
There was nothing the guards could do. Legal liabilities aside, charging in with tazers crackling would only injure the skunk or possibly one of them, if the zebra fought back. Besides, there was no denying the mask of bliss plastered on the skunk's face, or the line of unnoticed drool that was oozing from his lower lip.
The reaction from the visitors split into two categories. Most ran from the scene, a few covering their muzzles as if they might hurl, others covering the virgin eyes of their precious children. But a few stayed. Then began to inch closer, looking guilty.
Prince grinned at them.
"Well come on, boys! Get up here. I want you to see this!"
Lab found himself sandwiched between a pair of foxes who started unashamedly whipping theirs out and fapping as if they had to make up for lost time.
A brawny, tall giraffe licked his lips with a long black tongue and glanced down at Chris.
"Friend of yours?"
Chris nodded, eyes still glued to the show. The giraffe smiled and pulled out a cell phone.
In the cage, Ian had already unleashed a second load, which Lab had to fight off a fox to catch in his mouth. All eyes turned to the zebra.
Ian let himself be flung up and down by that massive cock like a rag doll, his hips forced up to the sky and down again, faster with each thrust. Prince was growing bolder, pushing deeper and harder.
"C'mon, stud.." Ian panted, "don't...keep your public...ungh!...waiting!"
Prince was at the hump, as he liked to call it. It felt like an invisible ball of gratification rolling deep in his shaft. Any moment now and..
The small crowd cheered at the first roaring bellow. Chris heard several furs behind him swear under their breath.
"C'mon, work him! Work him!" yelled one of the foxes.
Prince did. Fast and slow, hard and soft, from one side and the other, until Chris was wondering if the zebra would ever stop cumming.
With a final, deep sigh, Prince slid his cock free amid wild applause and wolf whistles. His thick chest heaved and flexed with each breath, his entire body slick with sweat. His gigantic phallus swayed like the pendulum of a grandfather clock near his ankles, glittering with the aftermath of his cum, flared wide as a shower head.
As the audience watched, a slow wad of thick white go oozed into view, as big as a thumb. What followed it looked like a party trick balloon that was half inflated, a massive wad of leftover gism that dangled counterpoint to the swaying of the cock which was spawning it. It began to stretch and grow a thin neck even as Prince's cock slowly began to retract.
Ian was still clinging to the bars, groaning while cum oozed down his inner legs in a pair of white milky streamers. The gay fox couple were congratulating him, patting his shoulders as though he'd just won a boxing match.
Lab licked Ian's cheek.
"Don't look now, Ian, but I think you're missing your last treat."
Ian turned sluggishly. He was still woozy with hyperventilation. Prince smiled and grabbed him gently around the back of the neck. Ian caught sight of the bobbing blob of cum and needed no more persuading.
Amid more applause, he got down on his knees and rolled onto his back in the dirt. Prince stood over him, bulging arms folded, while the last great drop of his cum finally left his head and plopped, full and thick as a flapjack, across Ian's muzzle.
Ian's little tongue took a full two minutes to slurp it all up. In the meantime, the zoo staff were entering the cage. Blushing red, all three of them helped Ian out of the cage and set trays of fresh greens and fruits out alongside a few cups of blue "vitamin" pills.
Java took up his cup, looked at Prince, and crushed cup and pill in his fist with a grin. One of the foxes shyly raised a paw.
"Can...can I be next?"
Prince smirked and winked at him. He turned just as the staff were leaving.
"Leave it open, boys. Something tells me I'll be needing that door for a while."
Ian started to come around on a bench near the entrance to Africa. Chris was on one side of him, Lab on the other. The dog had thankfully remembered to put his jeans back on.
"You gave us quite a show, lover boy," Chris said with a purr and a nuzzle.
Ian laughed weakly.
"Leave it to a skunk to spice up a boring afternoon."
"Does this mean we're off for our threesome tonight?" Lab whimpered.
Ian groaned. Chris laughed.
"Don't worry, puppy. I'll take care of you, even if Romeo here is still swooning for zebra."
Arms over each other's shoulders, Ian, Chris and Lab headed out the main entrance to Eden Park Zoo, past the parking lot's gate house with the Rottweiler who was just firing up his third cigarette.
They reached the car. Lab slid in the back seat and rolled down the window.
"He stinks like a cum factory!" he said with a giggle.
"You're lucky. You're not next to him," Chris quipped.
Ian's brow was creased in puzzlement. Chris shut the door and looked at him.
"What?"
Ian stared down at his phone..
"Chris? Who's number is this on my phone?"