At what cost?

The conversations in the mall buzzed in my ears like flies. I waited impatiently, leaning against the railing that kept me from falling the two stories to the first floor. After half an hour, bored of watching people go up and down the escalators, I decided to call him.

"Hey Nor, where are you, I thought we were gonna meet before the movie to check out the shops."

"Uh, Kili, I'm going with Iberá. Sorry, I thought I gave you a heads up."

I got angry and hit the floor with my hoove.

"Iberá, really?"

"I gotta go, I'll make it up to you later."

"No, you can't..."

The bastard cut me off. I was left cursing at the cell phone that answered with a tuuu tuuu tuuu. After the initial rage, I decided to walk through the shops myself. I was there after all. I could buy some T-shirts. I usually wore very brightly colored clothes, because as a zebra I could wear any color, as long as it didn't have any prints or patterns on it. Right now, for example, I was wearing a red t-shirt. Immediately, a shop caught my attention. It sold guns. I would never dare to shoot one, but I found them interesting to look at. Especially the bows. I had done archery for a few months and enjoyed it, but not so much my forearm, the string bruises lasted for days. That was because I refused to wear the arm protector. Yes, I am very proud, it is perhaps my biggest weakness.

The second store that called to me like the sirens to Ulysses was the video game store. This time I decided to go in and not just window shop. I desperately needed to replace my video card, but the prices were exorbitant, and I'd only been playing indie games lately, so I wasn't sure it was worth it.

If guns and video games were going to get me, what's the other thing that catches straight men's attention? That's right, a female. As I walked out of the store, a beautiful cheetah with tight clothes, not so big tits, but a nice ass and orange hair with purple highlights crossed my path. Like I said, I'm a zebra, but big cats are my weakness. I don't know why, of course I should be a bit wary of them, but, uh, those pronounced muscles, those tight pussies, those rough tongues... No, no, I was in public, an erection with my equine cock would be impossible to hide.

"Well, I guess I have something to distract myself with."

I decided to become a hunter and follow her stealthily. I was sure I could find an excuse to talk to her if I was creative. My first goal was to look for signs of courtship. Not that I minded being the lover, it would just be a useful piece of information to prepare my entrance. She didn't have a wedding ring, but who gets married these days? Nor did she go into a store that could give her away, like the one on the corner that sold men's clothing. Or the computer store I had just left. Now, before I get canceled, I know there are gamer girls out there, but let's face it, they're in the minority.

She was carrying two bags that didn't look heavy. One was from a jewelry store, the other was black and had no name on it. The fact that it had no name made me suspect that they were intimate products. Lingerie, a dildo? I felt the blood rush to my dick. "No, no, think of ugly things: my grandmother, modern music, the state of the economy..."

A female elephant looked at me quizzically as I spied on the cheetah from behind the planters of ugly palm trees. I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to talk to someone, asking where the other one was. That convinced her. When I turned around, the cheetah was gone. I came out of my hiding place and looked in all directions. Then the worst thing happened, she was coming towards me. I hadn't seen her because she was right behind the trunk of that fucking palm tree. She was looking at her cell phone, maybe answering a message. I didn't have time to think, so taking advantage of the fact that I had mine in my hand, I walked in her direction and we collided. The jewelry bag fell to the ground.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you. Let me get your things."

"Are you blind?" She spat angrily as she bent over. I could tell she had a very bad temper, which made me even hornier.

"Well, you were also..." I stopped immediately when I saw the anger in her eyes. I knew if I said another word it would be the end of me.

The plan wasn't working. There was a war going on inside my head, some neurons screaming 'abort, abort' and running around desperately like headless chickens; others trying in vain to think of a coherent way to provoke a situation that would end with my penis inside her pussy. Finally, I didn't think, I acted on instinct and stepped on a silver necklace that had fallen near me with my hoove.

"Oops."

She stared at the broken necklace, unable to associate the event she had just witnessed with actual reality. She couldn't believe what I had done, and frankly, neither could I.

"Gosh, how sorry I am," I continued, "please let me make it up to you."

She looked at me with an anger in her eyes I rarely saw. I swallowed. No matter how much my brain thought, I couldn't find the action or combination of words that would bring my cock closer to that beautiful ass. She took the necklace and stood. She looked at it for a good while before sighing and placing it in the bag. With all her belongings gathered, she walked past me without even looking at me.

"Maybe I can buy you another one."

"Go fuck yourself!" she yelled without turning around.

"Okay, I will."

She stopped in her tracks and turned around.

"Excuse me?"

"If you allow me to buy you another necklace and you agree to go out with me, I'll fuck myself."

What idiotic thing did I say? Of all the words I could have chosen, this had to be the worst possible combination. She tilted her head slightly and smiled. It was one of those smiles you see in movies just before the killer murders the main character. Her sharp predator teeth flashed against the mall lights. I had a very bad feeling. She walked over and held out her hand.

"I accept."

I shook it, feeling the strength of her fingers as they squeezed mine. Then, without letting go, she pulled me into the ladies' room. She told me to wait and went in, checking to make sure no one was there and calling out to me from the door.

"I don't know, maybe we should..."

She grabbed my shirt and pulled me inside without even giving me time to process what was going on. She locked the door, opened one of the bathroom stalls, and shoved me into it. I fell down on the toilet. She looked at me from the tactical superiority of standing up and occupying the exit. I began to feel nervous, like a child.

"I don't regret what I said, but maybe we should find a more intimate place..."

"No, little zebra, a deal's a deal. Now fuck yourself. Come on, I want to see you do it."

I thought I was the hunter, but now I realized I was nothing more than the prey, that I had dug my own grave with my tongue. I took off my T-shirt and gave it to her, she threw it over the sink. Then I did the same with my pants and underwear. Seeing me naked, she ran her tongue over the corner of her mouth. I swallowed saliva loudly.

"If you don't hurry up, someone's gonna want to come in."

My equine penis was fully retracted into my body. I began to fondle my balls, but I felt so helpless that I failed to become aroused.

"An incentive would do me good to get started."

She rolled her eyes, put her hands behind her back, one up and one down, and removed her bra, then pulled up her shirt and showed me her breasts. Though they were small, their curvature invited me to caress them, to squeeze them, to lick her erect, rosy nipples. I reached out one hand, but she slapped it away with hers.

"Ah, ah, no. No touching."

However, she took pity on me and started stroking her breasts while licking her lips. Maybe it wasn't pity, but rather the situation turned her on. She must have been one of those females who needed to be in control to feel pleasure. If that was the case, then I had just given her exactly what she wanted. And that turned me on as well. Watching her play with me like that was enough to make my penis slowly leave the shelter of my body and peek out like an eel attracted to bait. My hands cupped its thickness and slowly masturbated me. I put one hoove on the stall entrance, lifted my pelvis and showed her my tight ass. She licked again.

"That tongue would be useful for lubing my asshole, don't you think?"

She looked angry.

"I won't touch you," she sighed listlessly, walked a few steps away and came back with something: a lube. It must have been in the black bag, so I was right. She threw it to my face, and I had enough reflexes to catch it. "Use that."

I didn't dare contradict her. I lifted the other hoove and bent over. I licked my tip to taste the precum before squirting a trickle of lube from the base to the tip -yes, I'm quite endowed thanks to my species- then spreading it with my hands. I poured a little more on my fingertips and brought them to my anus. As I began to stroke it to prepare for entry, one of her hands reached down, slipped into her pants, and began to draw circles around her vulva. By watching that my penis pulsed a stream of pre onto my chest. My right hand placed my balls on top while the other guided the tip down. I had to use my right hand now to make it bend, because I was so hard from watching her masturbate that I couldn't with just one. The tip of my cock was kissing my ass.

"That's it, little zebra," she said with a big grin as she picked up the speed. Her underwear was so wet I could smell it, "You broke my stuff, now break your ass."

I applied pressure as I pushed. It had been a long time since I had self fucked, I was out of practice. Autofellatio was more common for me. I made one last effort and it went in as I let out a moan. I pushed a little further to about halfway in and sighed.

"Well, that proves I'm a man of my word, now..."

She stopped stroking her nipple and slammed her paw down on the floor, her nails digging into the wood of the door. Then she brought her face close to mine, moved her mouth to my ear and whispered.

"You won't stop until you cum."

I swallowed, why did I feel so horny? I mean, I could just run away from her. She had strength, but I had more. Still, I felt I had to obey. So I did. I shoved my dick in as far as I could, maybe three-quarters, and pulled it out all the way to the tip. It was very tight, and that, combined with the discomfort of having my back twisted and sitting badly, was already giving me pain. In other circumstances I would have taken my time, I would have enjoyed the situation more, but I decided to hurry. Even at the expense of how much my ass hurt, I increased the speed.

"Thaaaat's it, keep going," she said.

She pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees. A drop of pussy juice poured out of that beautiful feline pussy and formed a transparent string that ran down to her underwear. I was dying to taste it. Then she continued to masturbate. Now she was no longer rubbing, but two of her fingers were going in and out, making a very sensual liquid sound.

"Shit, how I love to see you being fucked!" she screamed.

I moaned louder and louder as I plunged into my own ass. I was close, so close, almost there... I let out a loud moan as I pushed my cock in as far as I could. I felt the cum spurting inside as my legs shook and my balls pulsed. She orgasmed shortly after I did. Her legs were trembling too and she almost fell on her ass, but she managed to grab the door frame and stand upright. I slowly pulled my penis out, as it spurted out I felt the burn from the speed I had fucked myself, and my cock finished ejaculating what was left of cum onto my chest. Those three squirts had been trapped by the sharp angle, like a badly kinked hose preventing the flow of water.

"Well, it's true you're a man of your word," the cheetah admitted between puffs of air, "a deal's a deal. We'll go on a date. Oh, and my name's Savanna."

I smiled slightly.

"I'm Kilimanjaro, but they call me Kili. Do I get to choose the place?"

"No," she replied curtly, "now get dressed, we've been here a long time."

I wiped my ass, cock and the toilet rim with toilet paper. Then I went to my clothes, which were on the sink. Savanna was waiting for me with her back against the wall and her arms crossed, very close to the door. When I finished dressing, she handed me a piece of paper, licked her lips again while purring, and left without another word. On my way out, I noticed a group of ladies standing in a line. I was very embarrassed and as usual my big mouth made up an excuse.

"The girl who came in with me had a health problem, that's why we closed the door, but everything is fine now."

I left under the accusing eyes of the crowd. The smell of sex is impossible to cover up with lies. As I departed, I read the paper. I thought it was gonna be a phone number, but no.

"Wetpaw Hotel, room 21b. Friday 10 p.m."
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From the GPS, the streets looked so colorful and friendly, but as soon as I took my eyes off the screen for a second, the world around me was hostile and threatening. In my mind, the hotel where we would meet was of a certain luxury, maybe four stars. But walking through these streets made me think of a gangster movie. The absolute silence worsened my state of alertness, the only thing I could hear was the tac tac of my hooves on the pavement.

I finally arrived. Alive. Some of the neon letters were burned out, then the sign read Wet_aw _ote_. I read the note again before entering. This hotel couldn't have more than ten rooms, but she had clearly written 21b. The door creaked as I opened it. Inside, a very overweight female mouse was smoking a cigarette at the counter and watching one of those old tube TVs. I felt like I had traveled back in time to the 1990s. Her red eyes rested on me. She didn't hide her indifference.

"Hi. A cheetah told me to come to room 21b."

She frowned and replied, "There is no room 21b. Name?"

"Kilimanjaro."

She hit a few keys on the computer and looked at me again.

"No reservation."

"Oh, it must be in her name: Savanna."

The mouse sighed listlessly and tried again.

"Room 1b, second floor."

I decided not to discuss the ridiculousness of the situation. I was a little nervous, especially considering the environment around us, but the idea of fucking in a sleazy hotel was also pretty exciting. Could there be a better place to fuck hard like wild animals, subjected to our passion? Just thinking about it gave me an erection. I reached the door and knocked.

"Yes?" came her voice.

"It's me, Kili, the zebra from the other day."

The door opened almost immediately. She was wearing only white panties, almost transparent. Although she had no makeup on, she still looked beautiful. Her hair was in a ponytail, and any man worth his salt knows what that means. Her breasts hung free and majestic, I couldn't wait to bite and suck on them like I was an infant again.

"Wow, looks like you were waiting for me," I said confidently as I walked in and closed the door.

My cock was already pressing against my briefs and my erection was noticeable, pants and all. She sat on the bed, crossed her legs, raised her shoulders and put her hands on the mattress. God, she looked so sexy. At that moment she made a face that I later understood.

Just as I was about to pounce on her with passion running high, a deep voice came from the bathroom, "Is he here yet?"

I stopped my charge and froze as I saw a huge figure emerge from the doorway: a bull two heads taller than me and twice as wide, with muscular arms that could crush my head as easily as if I were Oberyn Martell. He was naked, his hairy balls hanging shylessly. He looked and smelled sweaty. Yet they did not appear to have had sex, so maybe he was just like that. The only garment he was wearing was a black leather collar with a badge and a number: 3. My confusion was total.

"Who...who is he?"

"Oh, he's my boyfriend," Savanna replied casually, as if the situation was the most normal thing in the world.

I took a step back, but as the 'boyfriend' approached me, I froze. I was shocked at the size of such a beast. I'm not small, but I had to look up at him as he stood in front of me. My head barely reached those huge, sinewy pecs, my mouth at the height of his dark brown nipples. I swallowed saliva.

"It looks fragile," he said to Savanna without taking his eyes off me, "are you sure he can take it?"

"If he breaks, there's a hospital two blocks away."

"Hey, wait, what's..."

The bull closed my mouth with his index finger and thumb.

"Shh, easy, little zebra. I'm going slow."

I could see his cock popping out of his sheath as he pulled my shirt off. I could scream, if I did they would have to stop. Yes, I could... but I was so turned on. Shit, I had never felt so horny for a man before. It's true that I've occasionally done some research with certain M/M tags on some sites, but who hasn't? It's also true that I've tasted cum in my mouth many times, and I've gotten cum all over my ass, but it was my own. Does that count?

He pulled my pants down, lifted one of my legs with his hand, then the other. I was naked. The only sound louder than my heartbeat was Savanna's purring. She was lying on the bed, stroking her nipples. Our eyes met.

"I told you I liked watching you get fucked."

The bull massaged my balls with his hand. I was afraid he would squeeze them a little and burst them like two chicken eggs, but he was gentle. My dick had retracted into my body because of my nerves, only the glans was sticking out. The bull began to lick it while continuing to massage my balls. I lifted my head and let myself be swept away by the carnal pleasure as I caressed his huge bull's head and my fingers erotically traced the outline of his horns. My penis protruded and got bigger inside his mouth. I got distracted by a vibrating sound. Savanna had removed her panties and had a vibrator resting on her clit hood. She winked at me and giggled. It seemed that whenever she was really turned on, she would purr and lick her lips.

The bull suddenly stopped sucking my cock. He grabbed me by the hips and lifted me above his head as if I weighed nothing, then brought his mouth close to my ass as if I were some kind of delicacy he wanted to taste. He sniffed me several times before beginning to lick my anus. At first the tongue caressed me and made me laugh, but then he started tongue fucking me. I don't know how it was possible, but the tongue felt even bigger than my penis, that was so fucking hard at this point. Every time that hot tongue went deep inside me, a stream of pre shot out and landed on my chest. Since my hands were free, I put one on the base and one on the tip. The one on the base fapped me by running up and down the length while the other used the pre to draw circles with my thumb. I moaned louder than Savanna.

The tongue stopped and I knew this was my moment. He turned me one hundred and eighty degrees so we could both see the cheetah, and with those huge hands wrapped around my hips, he slowly lowered me onto his. I felt the tip of his cock against my anus. He paused for a moment. He must have been waiting for Savanna's command. She stopped stroking her nipple to finger us with her fist, then lowered her thumb. Then I understood, we were two gladiators clashing swords for the entertainment of the Roman empress; only I was a novice sent to die against the champion of the Colosseum. The bull lowered me with no pity. It didn't hurt as much because his penis was more pointed than mine, but I still let out a scream. One of his hands released me to close my mouth with a finger that went inside so I'd shut up. This one massaged my tongue as his cock went deeper and deeper into me. Savanna pushed the vibrator into her vagina and moaned in pleasure.

"Yes, that's it, show him what an ideal date looks like."

"On command," the bull replied without hesitation. She had said that he was her boyfriend, but now I realized that he was really her slave, that he would submit to her every wish in order to satisfy her. And me? Despite the pain and the shattering of my illusions, I could not deny that I was enjoying it. My penis had never been so hard, I stopped masturbating because I felt that even the touch of a feather would push me over the edge. And I didn't want that.

Finally, after such an effort on our part, I felt my ass bumping against his hips. His penis was huge, much bigger than mine, and I was an equine! His hand left my mouth and returned to my hip. He pulled me up without waiting a moment. I wanted to scream because it hurt quite a bit, but I knew that could have consequences, so I held it in. Without giving me time to breathe, he pulled me down again. And up, and down. Harder and harder. His hips didn't move, he was using me like I was his fleshlight. To keep from getting dizzy from the jerking motion, I kept my eyes on Savanna. She pumped the vibrator in and out at the same rate as the bull's thrusts, rubbing her clit as well. She wouldn't last long. Neither would I.

After a few minutes of feeling a hellfire in my poor ass, the bull increased the speed one last time and came. He penetrated me balls deep and let out a moan before filling my guts with cum. There weren't many pulses, but boy were they powerful. Almost immediately his cock went limp and popped out of my ass. He stood there holding me like I was Simba. My legs were shaking as I made a mammoth effort to hold back my orgasm. My penis was throbbing like crazy. The bull lifted me back into his mouth and licked the cum from my gaping ass. It hurt, a lot, but I didn't care.

Savanna increased the speed with which she rubbed her clit, and after a loud moan, squirted at our feet. When she recovered, she stepped aside the bed. The bull gently laid me down beside her as if I were a dead animal the hunter was offering to his goddess. I brought my hand to my penis, ready to finish, but Savanna grabbed my wrist and stopped me from masturbating.

"You have been a very good little zebra. Have your reward."

She reached between my legs, placed her hands on either side of my dick, which was about to explode, and ran her tongue over it. At that moment I was startled because it felt like sandpaper, but soon the initial pain was replaced by pleasure. I could see her green eyes, her dilated pupils riveted on mine, as if she was penetrating me with her stare, all the while her tongue was running the length of my penis. Her purr was drowned out by my moans.

"Almost there, ahhh, I'm coming!"

It was finally happening. I had never had an orgasm so strong or so abundant. Spurts fell on Savanna's face and others were lost in the distance. Some had fallen on the floor next to the bed, others had hit the wall and even the window. A very strong fatigue came over me. I felt Hypnos pulling me into his world, but I had the strength to resist his call. On my right side was Savanna. She was licking her hand and stroke her head with it, trying to wipe the cum from her fur as she continued to purr loudly. On the other side lay the bull. He sank the mattress with his weight and dragged me to his side. He took the opportunity to embrace me. Now I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up. The bull was still sleeping beside me, but Savanna was awake and looking out the window. As I sat up on the edge of the bed, I felt the pain of my broken ass, but I would recover. Savanna looked at me and smiled. This time it wasn't that killer smile, but a very tender one that made me think she was someone else. She stood up, went to a drawer and pulled out a package. It was small and gift wrapped, with a red bow on it. She handed it to me. It didn't feel heavy and it was quite small. I opened it.

"Welcome, Number 4," she said, patting me on the head.

I put on the black leather collar with the badge and number. I did not know what my future held, but I would obey my Empress like the gladiator I was, until death.