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>be Shining Armor
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>get assigned to train recruits in outpost out in Zebrica
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>you're not racist
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>really, you're not
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>...okay maybe you're slightly racist
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>but who isn't?
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>at least you're brave enough to admit it
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>besides, it's not like you HATE zebras
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>it's not like you can't stand to see their voluptuous flanks shake back and forth as they saunter
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>it's not like you can't keep your eyes off their mesmerizing stripes
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>it's not like you crane your neck ever-so-slightly to peek under their
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>it's not like you're driven wild by the heady musk of zebra balls
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>or intoxicated by the mouth-watering aroma of a zebra mare's heat hanging thick in the air
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>no, you're a perfectly normal unicorn stallion who is doing his perfectly normal job of training guards for the nearby Equestrian Embassy
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>besides, you've got a wife and child back home
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>you would NEVER even DREAM of burying your muzzle in zebra pussy while your back got blown out by a cock as thick as your leg
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"I'm not gay!"
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>the recruit nearest to you turns and frowns
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>fuck, did you say that out loud?
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>you and the recruit make eye contact for an uncomfortable number of seemingly endless moments
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"Y-You heard me."
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>more uncomfortable silence
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>the recruit coughs
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"Go scrub the latrine."
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>the recruit slinks off, grumbling
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>damn, that was close
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>all the recruits are ponies on the base, but you've heard whispers about some locals expressing interest in recruitment
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>since you're near a fairly large city, you do occasionally hear a smattering of ponish being spoken when you venter outside the outpost
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>still though, the language barrier would be difficult to surmount
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>mmm, yes... mount...
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>you wipe a bit of drool off your mouth and shake your head violently to clear it of any zebra-shaped thoughts
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>yes. language barrier. that is definitely the reason you're adverse to letting locals into the recruits.
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>bright and early one morning you head to the city bazaar
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>there's some sort of primitive root vegetable that you simply cannot get enough of and they sell it by the bushel
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>you'll definitely have to see about transporting some back to Equestria
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>you can see it in your mind's eye
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>the thick, rough tuber
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>roughly cylindrical, getting slightly plumped in the middle
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>the brown skin almost bark-like
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>but once you got through, the soft meat within was like a potato and a mango fucked and had the most delicious child possible
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>you finally reach the stall
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>you lick your lips, eyes darting around those succulent roots
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>their shape and size almost... reminds you of something
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"I'm not gay!"
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>the zebra behind the stall raises her eyebrow at you
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>"Nastrama?"
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>the two of you make eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time
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>you don't speak zebra, but you have a pretty good idea of what she said regardless
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>your cheeks burning, you drop a small pouch of bits on the stall and shovel a decent of the fattest, definitely-not-phallic roots into your saddlebag
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>you spin around, ready to make a mad dash back to the outpost
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>you immediately slam headlong into a wall
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>a fuzzy, warm wall
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>a fuzzy, warm, black and white wall
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>groaning, you lay splayed on the dirt
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>your head is swimming
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>penis-tubers scattered about you
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>"Da'ar!" you hear a deep voice grunt
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>you blink, still seeing double from the impact of your collision
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>as your eyes focus, you see the hulking figure of a massive zebra stallion looming over you
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>you shiver and shake on the ground, all soldierly courage and composure vacating you
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>your balls draw up close to your body in fear as a huge hoof descends down towards you
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"K-Keep your hooves off me, zi—!"
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>the hoof gently scoops up under your chest
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>lifts you up to straighten you up and set you on your shaking hooves
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>you stare up at the zebra, mouth open and wordless
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>your cheeks are burning
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>your coat as white as it is, you've always had the misfortunate of being unable to hide your embarrassment (or arousal, which this certainly is NOT) when it flushes your cheeks
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>the stallion is at least a head and a half, if not two, taller than you
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>you have to crane your neck slightly to meet his gaze
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>his large, emerald eyes sparkle heterosexually in the sunlight
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>words continue to fail you
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>you unclench yourself, the family jewels descending bravely once more
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>"Pikdesh?" the zebra cocks his head
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>fuck
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>maybe you're more than just a 'little' racist
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>you feel a sinking sense of shame rwist your gut
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>not like he can understand you, you suppose, but
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"Th-thanks."
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>you mutter this, averting your gaze from those gorgeous green eyes
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>you hear a delicate, musical tinkling, like gems against glass
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>you whip your head, and see the mare who runs the cock-tuber stall giggling behind her hoof
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>her dreadlocked mane bobbing up and down as she tries to restrain herself and fails
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>your blush burns with an intensity to rival the sun
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>the two zebras share a laugh between one another
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>you stand there, cheeks burning, your legs wobbling slightly
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>while they’re distracted you figure you’ll take your cue and leave
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>gather your not-homoerotic tubers and scuttle back to the outpost with your tail between your legs
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>before you can so much as move both the zebras turn their heads to look at you
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>the zebra stallion nickers softly
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>it’s the kind of nicker a stallion makes towards his mare
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>you feel your heart flutter at the sound
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>what the fuck why
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>you’re not gay
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>honest to Celestia you’re not
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>it is a completely normal straight thing to feel excited after a much-larger male makes a pass at you like that
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>it is completely hetero to fleetingly imagine yourself as a mare, getting stuffed by--
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>WOAH
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>WOAH WOAH WOAH
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>cut that out
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>gather your roots and get the fuck out of here
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>the zebra stallion nickers again, and you feel a swooping sensation in your gut very similar to the first time you asked Cadance out
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>"Terahk da kuro," the zebra drawls
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>his smooth, rich, deep, velvety voice filling your head through your ears
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>he takes another step closer to you
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>smiles down at you, the look on his face serene, playful, and knowing
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>the mare's beautiful laugh rings out again, and there is no malice
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>you still feel embarrassed, but it is not the deadening, gut-twisting embarrassment of shame
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>no, this is a light embarrassment, one that comes not at your expense but because both zebras are genuinely glad to have you here
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>you don't understand any of the words coming from their mouths, but the tone they carry is unmistakable in its softness
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>carefree and bemused
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>you suddenly feel silly for ever being ashamed to begin with
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>the mare paces closer to you, and sets a hoof on your back
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>"Pikdesh naraso fum bi'ili da," she says, stroking her hoof up and along your spine
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>a powerful shiver courses through you
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>your tail flicks back and forth and your ears fall flat to your mane, the left one flicking and twitching
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>you hadn't bothered to put your armor on this morning, not expecting this shopping trip to turn into anything more than that
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>and now you're very thankful you hadn't
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>far less intimating
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>and you, with your body once toned but clearly showing the curves and subtle softness of a prince
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>you must look like quite the treat
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>the stallion raises his hoof and gently strokes the side of your cheek
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>you shiver again, your heart hammering in your chest
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"I-I'm not gay..."
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>as the mare continues to pet your back, the stallion leans down, his muzzle inches from your face
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>your lips tremble as he comes closer and closer
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>you close your eyes
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>...and feel his cheek brush against yours
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>you realize your lips had formed halfway to a pucker
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>were you...?
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>...
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>bro.
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>you might be at least a little gay.
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“No! I’m n-n-naaahh~”
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>the stallion grinds his cheek against yours
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>his fur soft and fuzzy
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>and WARM
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>oh fuck he’s so *warm*
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>you raise one of your hooves
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>trembling
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>gently rest it on his muscular chest
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>you trace a small circle in his fur
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>your hood moving slow
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>the zebra snorts, then giggles
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>the sound is strange from an equine so large and masculine
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>strange, and oddly
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>comforting
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>he doesn’t seem so monolithic anymore
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>you feel a twinge in your gut
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>then a twinge *below* your gut
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>ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck
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>your eyes go wide
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>your breath catches in your throat
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>you hear the zebra mare gasp in delight
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>”Kuro!”
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>you whip your head around, libido screaming in protest as you break cheek-to-cheek contact with the stallion
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>the stall mare still has her hoof on your back, but she’s dropped down non
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>checking under your belly
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>her gleeful and musical laugh greets your ears again
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>and sure enough
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>your cock is beginning to telescope out of its sheath
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>already half-hard
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>you’re not SMALL
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>not by any stretch of the imagination
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>but you’ve heard…
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>well, we’ve already established your racism
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>but some stereotypes have to be based in truth, right?
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>s-surely she isn’t laughing at its size
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>r-right?
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>the stall mares eyes twinkle
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>her lustful hunger plain as day
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>you involuntarily flex
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>your cock slaps up against your underbelly
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“Ourgh.”
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>your eyes cross
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>you shudder as the sensation of your cock slapping off your belly rolls through you
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>your tail hikes
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>your ponut winks
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>you’re very glad neither of them were behind you to see that
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>although you’d be lying if the prospect of them seeing your asshole pucker and twitch wasn’t contributing to your growing hardness
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>your turn your head slowly back towards the stallion
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>and you come snout-to-snout with him
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>his snort is gentle
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>it bathes your face with his warm breath
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>it smells like cinnamon and peppermint tea
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>you’re gazing right into those large, gorgeous emerald eyes
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>your mouth waters
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>you’re frozen in place
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>you can’t even shiver or shake
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>you DO wince as you feel the mare’s hoof cup the underside of your shaft just below the medial ring
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>a bead of sweat rolls down your temple
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>your horn sparks slightly
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>you can’t even blink
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“I-I’m not—“
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>your squeak is cut off as the zebra stallion presses his lips against yours
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>you couldn't say how long the moment where you kissed was
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>it seemed to both go on forever and be over in an instant
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>it was very similar to kissing a mare
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>which is different from how you imagined kissing a stallion would be
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>not that you'd spent hours upon hours imagining kissing stallions or anything
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>(you're not gay)
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>when your lips made contact you instinctively tensed up
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>but you eased at some point during the kiss
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>you drag your hoof down the zebra stallion's chest
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>his tongue feels remarkably similar to a mare's tongue
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>again, not that you'd spent a copious amount of time doing it, BUT
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>for some reason you DID imagine that a stallion's tongue would be different
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>somehow be rougher or courser
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>which come to think of it didn't make any sense at all
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>and sure
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>the zebra stallion's tongue is quite a bit LARGER than any pony you'd kissed
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>it felt fairly proportional to his size
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>after feeling it pressed against yours for however long it was
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>your scientific deduction was that a zebra's tongue is a bit broader and flatter than a pony's
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>but overall, the feeling of wrapping tongues and thrusting them into one another's mouth seemed consistent across both gender and race
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>themoreyouknow.webm
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>the zebra mare has not stopped her exploration of your cock
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>while you were having your sexuality horizons expanded and learning Fun Zebra Facts™
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>her hooves have been playing with your length
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>sliding up and down your cock
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>giggling as she felt it flex and pulse
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>each time the stallion flicked his tongue against yours
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>or pressed it against the inside of your cheek
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>or ran it along your teeth
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>your member responded dutifully
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>thumping against your belly
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>the flare mushrooming out
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>a drizzle of precum squirting out to bead in the dirt below
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>the mare slides underneath you, between your fretting hooves
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>hooves that can't stand still for a second
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>hooves that don't know what to do with themselves in response to the onslaught from the stallion's lips and tongue
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>"Kuro~"
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>she says the word again
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>you intuit that it could either mean "cock" or be some sort of approval
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>she's definitely been cooing the word each time she says it, no other word for the way she speaks the word
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>she lays on her back
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>pushes herself upward
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>puckers her lips
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>and kisses you right on the flare
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>you feel her warm, soft lips press against the mottled, sensitive flesh of your length
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>so much blood coursing though it that it's burning hot to the touch
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>her mouth is almost cool and refreshing by comparison
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>but just as you're bathed in the heat of the stallion's mouth
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>his soft, wet, wriggling tongue radiating warmth
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>So too does her mouth
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>and you feel her own tongue press up right against your cockslit
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>the little raised middle of the dimpled divot that oozes with pre
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>you make a small, muffled noise as you feel her tongue lap against it
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>moaning into the zebra's mouth all you can do as your vision goes spotty from sensory overload
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>the zebra mare opens her mouth
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>her lips sliding up the head of your flare
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>her bottom lip passing over the lower ride and allowing the lower half of your head to slip into her mouth
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>like you said
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>you're not SMALL
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>not by any stretch of the imagination
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>she won't be so easily able to get the entire thing in there
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>not from lack of trying, of course
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>she suckles on the flesh of the flare
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>her tongue
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>broad and flat like her masculine counterpart
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>flitting and flicking across your throbbing cockhead
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>you grunt into the stallion's mouth as your flare broadens
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>you hear a little muffled moan of surprise from beneath you
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>you can almost see how her eyes bulged wide
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>caught off guard by the sudden flaring of your head
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>you feel a strange sensation well up
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>a bit of warmth in the pit of your stomach
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>however scant
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>there's a bit of pride there
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>too much stallion to handle, hrm?
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>you chuckle to yourself
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>before your eyes roll back in your head as the stallion absolutely JAMS his tongue into your mouth
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>your lips curve into a perfect 'o' around it
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>and you suckle on his tongue like a newborn foal on a teat
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>you're diamonds
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>and your flare pulses wide yet again, dousing the inside of the mare's mouth with another generous helping of your preseed
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>the mare opens her mouth wide as she can get it to go
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>you hear a soft *pop!*
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>you dip your back, a shiver running rampant along your spine
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>she's managed to get your flare into her mouth
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>by the sound of it
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>and certainly by the warm tightness of it
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>you can tell it was just *barely* that she got it in
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>her tongue is flush against the flat surface of your cockhead
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>grinding against it
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>wet and velvety
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>and slimy
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>but slimy in that oddly comforting and arousing way that only a tongue can be
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>speaking of tongues
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>the tip of yours flicks along the underside of the stallion's buried in your muzzle
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>you take another fervent couple of suckles off the muscle
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>before the stallion snorts
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>the warm and sweet-scented breath bathes your face
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>your eyelids flutter
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>and he jerks his head up
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>you desperately try and keep hold of the stallion's tongue
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>to have that wonderful and warm thing in your mouth for just a few moments longer
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>but he's stronger than you
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>MUCH stronger
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>the tongue slides out of your mouth with a *pop!* identical in sound to the one that just came from the mare
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>your cock pulses again
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>and the instinctual flex of your muscles tries to slap your member back up against your belly
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>the zebra mare holds her lips tight around your meat
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>she braces her forehooves by wrapping one around each of your own
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>you raise yourself up onto the curves of your hooves
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>your fetlocks brushing with hers
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>the shaggy fur that you don't trim all the way down and haven't since you were a teen as some tiny faux-rebellious fashion statement gets pinched as her hooves turn upward against you
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>it's already slipped from your mouth
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>and that mouth feels empty
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>you fight to keep your eyes from rolling all the way back in your head
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>and you half succeed
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>Settling in on a derped and honestly undignified cross-eyed stance
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>very unbecoming of a supposed commanding officer of a foreign contingent
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>but dignity was something that had been knocked out of you alongside your breath when you'd first collided with the zebra stallion
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>a thick trail of saliva connects your mouth to his
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>you fix your gaze on him
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>panting
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>cheeks burning brighter than ever with blush
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>you swallow hard
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>his spit mixed with yours as it slides down your throat
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>your stomach leaps and flutters as you imagine it going down into your belly
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>a weird, certainly-not-straight warmth welling up from inside you where that spit just went
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"I'm..."
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>ah, fuck it
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>they can't understand you and you don't even really believe it yourself anymore
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>the zebra stallion laughs and beams down at you
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>eyes glittering in the mid-morning glow
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>"Tiri kanara! Durosh tusi kuro~"
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>you can hear the tilde hanging in the air
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>how wanton~
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>oh fuck now he's got you doing it too
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>your ruminations on puncvtuation are broken by the sound of the mare gagging
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>and the pressure on your cockhead tightens and shifts
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>is she—
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>oh dear sweet Celestia
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"Hnnngh!"
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>you grit your teeth as you feel the mare bob her head
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>her tongue slipping under the ride of your flare
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>your cockhead grinding up against the soft ridges of the roof of her mouth
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>your hooves, pressed together against hers, curl inward
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>as you engage in the lewdest act of the day thusfar
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>(in public no less)
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>this shameless display of hoofholding suddenly brings forth the recollection that you have a wife and a daughter at home
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>the shame that floods you is wiped away as the mare's lips clamp on your shaft
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>and she begins to suckle with a fervor that rivals yours on the stallion's tongue
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>you clench your jaw, absolutely blasting the back of the stall mare's throat with a water-balloon's worth of precum
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>one of the things Cadance loves about you in bed is the near-endless stream of pre you can muster up
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>and that's not even mentioning the volume when it comes to the main event
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>the thought of Cadance draws a fresh burst of shame to the surface
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>and that is once again easily wiped away by the stallion stepping back and away from you
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>you reorient yourself briefly
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>fear leaping in your gut
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>is he leaving? He can't leave!
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>you don't know why but he can't just—
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>the stallion merely takes two steps back
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>turns around
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>and thrusts his rump into your face
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>it's toned, muscular
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>but his hips are wide
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>not necessarily mare-like
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>but damn
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>he thicc
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>he casts a sultry glance over his shoulder, biting his bottom lip
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>and raises his tail
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>look.
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>LOOK.
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>you’re no stranger to eating ass
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>more than a few times you’ve dined down on your wife’s delicious pink ponut
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>but something about this
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>perhaps the added gay quality
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>this seems like a bridge too far
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>the zebra snorts
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>flicks his tail playfully
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>batting you in the face
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>lightly swatting your head with
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>you whimper
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>this would really be it
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>there’d be no coming back from this
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>it wouldn’t matter how many mares sucked your cock after this
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>eating this zebra stallion’s ass would definitively and unequivocally make you gay
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>any percent not-straight makes you 100% gay, after all
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>your look down at the delicious zebra asshole waiting before you
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>you swallow
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>it twitches
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>you blink
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>it winks
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>sweat creeps down your forehead
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>sweat drips seductively down the stallion’s taint
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>the mare, who you’d nearly forgotten about, makes a noise that’s somewhere between a gargle and a gag
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>your head has been flaring at the back of her mouth
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>now it’s your nostril’s turn to flare as you take in the heady scent of the zebra ponut
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>the powerful musk invading your head
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>colonizing your mind
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>your own tail bats side to side, slapping off your rump as the mare bobs her head back and forth on your shaft
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>you open your mouth
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>and plunge your snout forward
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>you grind your muzzle against the zebra's asshole
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>the stallion sighs happily as you bury your snout in his ass
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>the anus opens ever-so-slightly
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>bathing your nose in the heat from the inside of the zebra's body
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>fuck fuck fuck
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>why is this turning you on so much
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>it should be gross
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>but holy fuck
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>your cock absolutely THROBS in the stall mare's mouth
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>you swear you hear her jaw creak
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>and there certainly was a little moan that escaped her dick-stuffed gullet
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>you inhale the stallion's musk
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>your mind wiped blank
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>wife? never had one
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>daughter? you gotta be kidding
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>you have always been here
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>sniffing and slobbering over zebra asshole
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>you pull back, but only just
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>you open your mouth
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>tongue lolling down your chin
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>you immediately plunge your face back into the zebra's ass
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>you break the salacious hoofholding with the mare
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>rearing up onto your hindlegs
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>And slap your forehooves down on those wide striped flanks
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>your hips shift
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>the mare gurglegags again
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>And you feel an immense pressure on your shaft
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>Your flaring, spitting cockhead pushes down into her throat
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>your pre soaking and lubing the mare's esophagus
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>your length still struggles to force its way into her tight throat
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>but the shift of your position, and the drop of your hips makes it impossible for it to go anywhere else
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>the mare's head slams against the dirt
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>her hindlegs splay out, colliding into yours
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>you feel something wet douse your balls as the mare makes a noise indescribable
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>did she just?
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>holy fuck she came so hard it splashed your nuts
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>hot damn
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>you smirk into the stallion's ponut, licking your lips
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>and of course, dragging your tongue along the wrinkled flesh
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>it tastes bitter, heady
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>strongly of grass and hay and those dick-roots all blended together
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>your tail swats up and down, side to side
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>balls drawing up close to your body, marecum dripping from your sack
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>your eyes rolling back in your head
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>this is it
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>you must have died when you slammed into the stallion the first time
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>this is what pony heaven is like
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>deepthroating a gorgeous zebra mare with your face stuffed deep in the rump of a beautiful zebra stallion
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>you squeeze your hooves into the zebra's warm, fuzzy flanks
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>squeezing the cheeks together
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"Gluh."
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>that's about the most coherent thought you can muster
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>fuck, you love zebras
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>the blinding pressure of the mare's throat around your cock
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>and, of course, the overwhelming intoxicating musk of the stallion
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>you're surprised you haven't cum yet
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>the familiar pressure behind your taint
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>your prostate throbbing
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>your testes churning and shifting in your sack
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>your cockhead flaring as the shaft pulses
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>you feel the mare's tongue struggling weakly beneath your shaft
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>you've managed to sink yourself in to about the medial ring
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>but that part of your dick has proved too much for the stall mare
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>it's just sliiiightly too wide
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>and it won't go past her lips
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>those lips are putting up a valiant effort regardless though
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>gently touching the ring of your meat
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>almost like little, dainty, glancing kisses
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>you thrust your tongue into the stallion's asshole
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>you feel the muscular ring clench down on your probing
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>the strange sensation sending a wonderful wave of aroused shivers down your spine
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>you dig your hooves firmer and firmer against the stallion's plot
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>wriggling your tongue around in the warm, soft rectum
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>you know your prize is around here somewhere
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>you press yourself flush against the stallion
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>thrusting your hips into the mare's face
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>eliciting another strained yet pleased muffled moan from the filly
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>you feel the zebra stallion's nuts presses against your neck and upper chest
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>Feel those power orbs slowly shift
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>your tail hikes
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>And your own ponut gives a POWERFUL wink
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>your eyes cross
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>your whole body quakes
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>and your tongue goes stiff
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>fuckfuckfuckfuckfUCK
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>it takes everything, every ounce of fortitude and every drop of willpower to keep yourself from cumming
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>and you do
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>but only just barely
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>the amount of precum that shot into the stall mare's throat must have felt like a load unto itself
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>but you're still in the game
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>And if that's what she mistook it for, well
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>she was in for a lovely surprise
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>but before you can let yourself go over the edge
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>you need to find it
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>your tongue tip slips and prods around the inside of the stallion
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>feeling for any little bump
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>any little indication
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>any throbbing pulse that was set apart from the beating of his heart
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>which is thundering into you
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>reverberating around your skull
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>threatening to make you one with him
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>but you mustn't lose yourself to lust yet
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>not before you find—
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>THERE!
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>your tongue presses down against it, the large rounded and fervently throbbing bulge a few inches into the stallion that could be nothing other than his prostate
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>since you were about to unleash one of your own
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>it would only be fair if you unlocked the giganut for your handsome zebra brother
by Ebonlocke
by Ebonlocke