The Zoo/Stop him

From Create Your Own Story

"Not like that," you say. He frowns, clearly confused, and you explain it to him by reaching down and stroking the furry sheath that covers his cock. He gasps, the creamy fur on his face turning pink as his skin flushes underneath. He's just adorable, but you do feel a little bad for using him like this. You didn't rescue him from Lobo just to turn him into your sex toy.

You massage his sheath, your hand sliding down to fondle his balls before rising back up. You can feel his cock beginning to harden and as you stroke him, you can see the tip of his pink cock poke out. You glance over at Phyre, the dragon stretched out on his back with a slave on either side of him, running their paws over his body. You're surprised to see that the dragon doesn't have a cock, just a slight bulge at the base of his tail with a dimpled slit just above it.

Turning back to Oscar, you drop to your knees in front of him. "Oh, M- master," he stutters as you lean down and capture the tip of his cock between your big, velvety soft equine lips, flicking your tongue against his slit as you stroke him with your lips. You can feel him trembling as he puts his paws on the top of your head to steady himself.

His hard cock emerges from his sheath and you slurp it into your mouth, sucking and licking as you bob your head, his helpless whimpers and moans making you hard. You reach down between your legs and start to stroke your thick, black cock. Before you became a zebra, you'd had a larger than average tool, but now it was almost ridiculous. It was almost as thick as your wrist and as long as your forearm, the shaft covered with bulging, ropy veins and the blunt head weeping copious amounts of precum. You honestly can't imagine fucking anyone with this monster, not without killing them.

Oscar is gasping, making desperate sounds, his hips twitching, pushing his cock into your mouth. You can tell he's going to cum soon.

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