Roommatus Interruptus: Stan

Charn's Roommate: Stan

The doorbell's chime cut through the quiet of Charn's evening, and the tiger unfolded himself from the couch, stretching his arms over his head as he sauntered towards the door. He hadn't been expecting company, but he wasn't not expecting company, either. The tiger scratched his belly and yawned as he opened the door. 

It was Geoff. Geoff the zebra, from the gym. Geoff, the zebra with the thick stripes and the thicker cock. The equine was still in his gym clothes; a bright yellow tank top with Gold's Gym emblazoned in a stretched curve across his muscular chest, and those shorts, those blue, shiny goddamn shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Charn's nostrils flared with the scent of fresh sweat and blue balls.

"Hey, Charn," Geoff said, already stepping inside with a cocksure grin and no invitation. "I got your address from the checkout clerk." He glanced around the tiger's pad, nodding slightly to himself as if confirming something. "Listen, my wife's out of town for the week, and I am fucking pent up, man." His voice carried that easy arrogance of someone who'd never once considered he might be anything but the apex of the food chain, as he poked a thick finger into the tiger's chest. "So, good news! You are my designated cum dump."

Charn's eyebrows raised, and his expression remained perfectly controlled, pleasant, even, as he closed the door behind the zebra. Inside, something hungry stirred, but he kept it leashed. For now.

"It's only Tuesday, how can you possibly be pent up already?" Charn asked, baiting the zebra into explaining. Geoff was more than happy to demonstrate. He peeled the tank top over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen, each muscle defined and, of course, perfect. Zebras seemed to be the pinnacle of nature's evolution, in terms of 'beefy, horny, dumb meals'. He stroked down over his abs and grabbed the front of his shorts, pulling them down next. Charn had seen it before, in the gym, but he still stared at what he had pinned to the top five most magnificent sets of equipment that were still intact.

The zebra's cock was never completely sheathed - there was simply too much of it to cram into his groin. Instead, it dangled with a weighted, obscene confidence. When it was soft, it dangled longer than most males were hard, and hard, it was... well, Charn hadn't seen that, yet. Right now, Geoff was half-hard, the medial ring bared, the shape of the flare already suggested with the thickening towards the end. The whole length of dark flesh gleamed with that innate waxy moisture that equine shafts had. But even that impressive spire was overshadowed by what hung below.

Geoff's balls were, to be frank and unimaginative, fucking enormous. They were clearly freshly shaved, the black skin of his scrotum stretched taut and smooth around two massive eggs that had to be... well, there was nothing comparable that came to mind. Certainly larger than grapefruits. Certainly larger than the tall zebra's big fists that were letting the waistband of his shorts snap up behind them. They swung heavily with each movement, pendulous and proud, the weight of them visible in the stretch marks along the neck of the zebra's scrotum, in the visible tension of Geoff's cords. Charn barely noticed stop signs while he was driving, but he could see every little detail of these delicious monstrosities, the way the skin shifted and moved, the subtle texture, the sheer heft that spoke of virility and reckless fertility.

"Fuck," Charn breathed, and he didn't have to fake the awe in his voice. "I've been wanting to help you get your rocks off, Geoff, but-"

Geoff hadn't needed to hear the rest. The tiger had just given consent. He grabbed Charn by the thick scruff of his neck, easily lifting him up to his tippy toes and marching Charn back towards the couch. His own pants was stiffening against the rough gray fabric of his sweatpants (it was laundry day!) as he was easily manhandled by the big, burly, horny straight zebra. 

Charn was thrown into the cushions, quickly shifting to sit up, turning to face Geoff and finding himself snout to scrote with the zebra's magnificent balls. They hung there, heavy and obscene, the scrotum swaying tauntingly with the promise of meat. This close, he could smell the sperm boiling away inside them, the musk of male arousal, the faint tang of soap from the shower, the underlying scent that was pure Geoff.

His mouth watered.

It would be so easy, ya know? A slice of the claws, and they'd  come free, a meal's worth of meat for the tiger to enjoy at his leisure. Or a bite, a quick nip, and a heavy gulp to steal them while the zebra jerked himself off unawaredly. Hell, for balls like these, Charn would risk everything and eat them while they were still connected. The primally satisfying pop of flesh giving way between powerful jaws, the hot rush of blood and the zebra's screams. He could taste it already, could imagine the texture of those fat orbs between his teeth. But he couldn't. Not yet. These huge nuts were already slotted, their doom foretold - do not eat until Charn's birthday. Charn had been planning the little present for himself for a couple weeks, and if he ate them now, he'd have to start all over. So for today, just this once, he was only going to... sample.

Of course, Geoff wasn't going to let Charn off that easy. Like most zebras, he had an instinctive knack for eliciting hungers in predators. 

"God, my balls are so fucking full," the zebra groaned, one hand coming up to cup his heavy sac. He lifted the left ball up slightly, fingers squeezing into the flesh, making it bulge between his fingers as he showed off its weight. Charn's claws flexed, involuntarily. "She forgot to top me off before she left, so my nuts have been stewing for days now. They feel fit to burst, dude, you have no idea how much money you're saving me by doing this."

Then Geoff's other hand was in Charn's hair, tugging the tiger's snout in against that massive gleaming scrotum. The skin was hot against his nose, the smell overwhelming, and Charn inhaled deeply, enjoying the raw, natural musk. The orbs shifted against his face, pressing against his cheeks, firm and yielding at the same time, and he could feel the heat of the pent up balls as they rested so close to what would eventually be their destruction.

"Go on," Geoff urged, his voice rough with need. "Warm me up. Worship my big fat hoofer nuts like I know you want to."

Charn's lips pulled back, peering sceptically up at Geoff. . But then he was pressing his mouth to that taut skin, tongue dragging across the surface in a long, slow lick. The taste exploded across his palate, salt and musk and pure male essence, and his cock jumped in his pants.

"Tongue is nice," Geoff sighed, "But throat is better..."  Thump.

The length of Geoff's heavy shaft, still only half-hard, flopped over the top of Charn's head, slapping him between the shoulder blades. Charn didn't need to see Geoff's face to know he was smirking - he could hear it in his voice. "Show me how bad you want my nut and I'll let you have it."

"You're such a fucking tease," Charn muttered against the zebra's hot flesh, his words muffled but audible. He lapped lazily up along the musky cleft between the two massive orbs, feeling the way the shifting eggs caught his tongue between them. God, he really could just shear into one, rip into it like a hunk of steak, like a cadbury cream egg. He imagined the deluge of seed that would pour out of the ruined flesh, drooling into his mouth like coconut meat. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

Geoff's laugh was breathless. "I know exactly what I'm doing. Open up, meat sucker, and show me what you can do."

Charn opened his mouth wider, lips stretching as he tried to encompass one of those massive testicles. (ed: Charn loves this part) The thin scrotum slid over it, and he really wanted to snare it between his fangs, to catch the swollen symbol of masculinity. It was probably impossible - Geoff's balls were larger than should be possible, but Charn was nothing if not determined. His jaw ached as he finally managed it, cramming the widest part of Geoff's entire left nut carefully past his thick fangs and into the nut-shaped cavern of his maw. It filled it completely. The skin was smooth against his tongue, and he could feel the firm density of the organ itself, the promise of everything it contained. Now he could properly worship Geoff.

He sucked, hard, his paws sliding up Geoff's thighs as he tugged that massive ball into the back of his throat. His teeth pressed softly into the cord that was pulled taut by that suction, and he  was rewarded with a strangled moan from up above. He tugged backwards, cleverly pulling the cord that connected the nut against the tips of his fangs, and let his jaws close enough to compress the nut between them, fangs nestling against the tender connection. He wasn't quite biting, but it was close enough that Geoff's hand tightened in his hair. 

The predator in him roared, demanding he bite down, demanding he claim this prize now before anyone else could, and Charn's teeth pressed harder, a teasing gnaw that made the zebra's cock jump up from his back. Just a little more pressure. Geoff wasn't even noticing, if Charn bit down just a little more, he could-

No.

He breathed through his nose, centering himself, and manually forced his jaws to relax. Teeth pulled away from the oblivious zebra's prized nut, and Charn pushed against the mass of it, jamming it out past his fangs and letting it slip from his mouth with a wet shlurp. His breathing was ragged, his own cock a painfully hard tent i the center of his sweatpants, and he could feel the inner tigers craving, demanding, pleading for him to take what was rightfully his. Not yet, though. Not yet. Not yet. He had a plan, and he needed to stick to it.

"I'm gonna... need to make this quick," Charn said, his voice rougher than intended. He looked up, shifting his attention to the zebra's cock, which was looming overhead now, fully erect and leaking steadily. "My roommate's due home soon, and I don't feel like sharing you with that... obnoxious brat."

Before Geoff could respond, Charn grabbed his dick and bent it downwards. He had to lean back to pull the zebra's glans past his snout, but as soon as it glossed over his nose, he leaned back forward again and took the entire length down his throat, in one smooth motion. All seventeen thick, erect inches disappeared past his lips, down his esophagus, not a single fang grazing that sensitive flesh. The medial ring caught briefly at the back of his throat, the grip of his esophagus tugging briefly along it, but Charn relaxed and pushed through, until his nose was buried in the zebra's groin and those massive balls pressed against his chin.

"Holy fuck!" Geoff gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. He grabbed Charn's head behind the ears, clutching and pulling Charn forward, helping to stuff his whole dick down into the tiger's gullet. 

Charn could feel the solid fudgy slab of the zebra's dick, pleasantly stretching out his gullet, each beat of his heart pulsing as a slow throb down to the tip and back up the other side. Charn pulled back slowly, then slammed forward again, setting a brutal pace. His throat worked around the massive intrusion, swallowing and rippling, and he could feel every throb of the zebra's pulse. The wet sounds of his sucking filled the apartment. Obscene sounds. Desperate. Hungry.

Charn was so focused on the cock in his throat, on the way Geoff's hands gripped his head, on the rought texture of his polyester sweatpants against his own erection, that he didn't notice the sound of the door opening, and didn't notice the small white rabbit that slipped inside. The obnoxious brat was home, his green-tipped ears perking up at the sound of enthusiastic fellatio.

Stan, for his part, said nothing, approaching the two lovebirds from behind. Zebras had excellent peripheral vision, and Stan wanted to make sure that he didn't interrupt. At least, not yet.

Geoff's hands tightened, digging into the looser fur of Charn's scruff and pulling hard enough that it bordered on pain. The zebra's cock pulsed against his tongue, as the equine's hips rocked forward to punch back against Charn's mouth.

"Fuck yeah, just like that," Geoff groaned, his voice thick with pleasure and indulgence. He needed this. He deserved this. "God, you're really hungry for my it, aren't you? I can feel how bad you want my dick. The way you're sucking me off, shit, it's like you're trying to eat me alive. Like you want to swallow me whole."

If only you knew, Charn thought darkly, even as his throat contracted in a rippling wave down the massive intrusion. His claws dug into the zebra's thighs, leaving faint indentations in the striped fur, the feline making bread as he let the zebra guide the speed of his strokes. 

"I want more. Use your hands on my balls, kitty," Geoff commanded, his tone shifting into something more demanding. "Get a good feel of them. Squeeze them. I know you want to."

Charn's hands slid inwards, cupping Geoff's massive scrotum. He did want to play with them, but the urge to take and steal and consume was warring with his attempts to merely appreciate them. The weight of the stud's sack was incredible, the twin orbs heavy and full across both of his palms. He squeezed them together, not that gently, feeling the way the orgasn shifted and bulged as he kneaded them against each other. Another squeeze, harder this time, and Geoff's cock jumped in his throat.

"Your throat just got hotter, and I can feel the drool pooling along my dick," the zebra breathed. "Fuck, I knew the rumors were true. You are a huge slut for hoofer nuts, aren't you?"

Charn's eyes flicked up, meeting Geoff's gaze even as he continued his relentless sucking. The zebra's expression was smug, knowing, and something cold settled in Charn's gut.

"Yeah, I've heard things about you," Geoff continued, his voice dropping into something conspiratorial. "About your little fixation with big nuts. How you get all weird and intense when guys with huge balls are around. I've seen the way you look at me in the gym, Charn. The way your eyes always drift down to my package when you think I'm not looking."

The tiger's claws pricked against the back of the zebra's massive, vulnerable ballsack, drawing the faintest pinpricks of blood. His sucking didn't slow, but something dangerous flickered behind his eyes.

Geoff either didn't notice or didn't care. "So here's the deal," he said, his grin widening. "You got big nuts, and I got big nuts. I need a steady supply of worship, and you need a steady supply of cum. We can just keep this between us, and I'll let you do this every day. You can suck my dick, worship my nuts, do whatever the fuck you want as long as my nuts are dry and empty by the time you're done. But. But. If anyone finds out about our little secret, about how I'm letting my dick get sucked by a dude, I'll make sure everyone knows about your little obsession. The whole bar, all your friends, everyone."

The sheer audacity of it hit Charn like a physical blow. This idiot thought he had leverage. Thought he was the one in control. Geoff thought that Charn's fascination with hoofer nuts was some shameful secret rather than a predator's appreciation of its favorite snacks. 

Charn wanted to bite down. He wanted to let his claws slice through the taut, narrow, ropelike neck of the zebra's scrotum and watch the zebra's meatbag fall onto the floor with a satisfying thwump. He wanted to bite into one of those huge nuts and feel it shudder between his fangs. It would be so easy. One movement, one instant of giving in to instinct, and this arrogant fool would learn exactly what kind of secret Charn was really keeping.

But even through that dark impulse to rend and tear, the tiger's dick was throbbing. Sure, the misunderstanding was almost funny in a dark, twisted way, and the taste of the zebra on his tongue, the smell of those massive balls in his grip, the sheer size and virility of everything Geoff was offering, was intoxicating despite the irritation. Maybe even because of it.

So Charn ignored his urges, resheathing the impulses as easily as he resheathed his claw, and instead focused on grinding the zebra's bloated nugged closer together. This was going to be a great sample, a chance to see exactly what flavor his birthday feast was going to be. The zebra's precum tastes a bit bitter - he would have to encourage him to mix pineapple in with his pre-workout, for a couple days before hand.

"Shit, shit, I'm getting close," Geoff gasped, his hips stuttering. "You better be ready to gulp, or I'm gonna fucking drown you. I haven't cum in days, and these balls are so fucking full, "

Charn inhaled Geoff's dick to the root, the sheath scraped against by his fangs, his nose jammed hard into the zebra's hip bone. His throat bulged with each throb of the zebra's cock, the flaring cap visibly swelling out near his Adam's apple. He tugged down on Geoff's nuts, firmly, his brain focusing on sucking, gulping, tugging, and most importantly, not slicing... too much. There was a certain amount he could not help, though. His claws extended just enough to prick the delicate skin, sharp points dragging across the flesh without quite breaking through.

The sensation of those claws against his most sensitive parts sent Geoff over the edge. "Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

But nothing happened.

Charn felt the zebra's balls contract in his hands, felt the tension in the shaft buried in his throat, felt the moment when orgasm should have struck. But there was no flood of cum, no pulsing eruption. It was as if the zebra's body had abruptly decided to abort the orgasm.

Something felt wrong. Where was the earth-shattering, belly-flooding climax? All Charn could feel was a soft throb along the zebra's dick, not the deluge he had been promised. He swallowed hard, and lifted his head, lips pushing firmly as he pulled backwards to stroke along the entire length of Geoff's huge dick. 

Instead, something else happened, and that was when Charn realized that something had gone wrong.

The tiger's head lifted away with no resistance,  and the huge straining dick embedded down his thraot did not slide back out from between his jaws, emerging from his mouth the way it was supposed to. It slid the other way instead, the last few inches vanishing between his lips. The bulge of the flare sinking two inches down his throat as his rhythmic swallowing caught it and compressively slid it deeper down inside. Charn couldn't help it, gulping again, trying to clear his throat, and then realized as the base of the dick slid into the back of his mouth that he was swallowing the severed shaft entirely. Charn stood up abruptly, grabbing at his mouth, trying to reach in and grasp the root of Geoff's dick. The zebra was staring up at him, eyes slitted, hips grinding upwards, and Charn felt his finger and thumb just manage to capture the root of the dick, before the rubbery, slick flesh pulled free of his grasp again. The painful stretch caused by the broadly flared head pushed against the tiger's stomach, his entire gulled filled to capacity with Geoff's seventeen inches. 

He had to swallow, to deal with the pressure against his stomach sphincter, it was the only way to 'force' it to relax was to tell it that he was swallowing something big. The huge flare broadly pushed through, and in front of him, Geoff shuddered intensely. The big dick slid down his throat easily now, but he could feel as the head gouged along the floor of his stomach, probing blindly forward and gradually forced to curl in on itself. 

He could feel it coiling inside him, the massive length too long to lay straight. Charn reached for his stomach, stroking over the bulge of the huge horse dick that was being compressed into the loose, stretchy, muscular organ. He could feel Geoff's dick flexing, throbbing as it settled into place, his paw stroking over the thick, kielbasa-like shape of the bent shaft. The flared head was there, and the medial ring, and all seventeen inches of thick equine shaft cramped up inside him.

He felt the familiar, pleasant sensation of his stomach clenching down around his unexpected meal. His body didn't care what it was or where it came from - it saw the big dick as meat, and with how hungry and excited Charn was to get at those balls, his stomach's automatic digestive processes were immediately starting to work to break down the foreign object. The muscular contractions kneaded against the hypersensitive cock flesh, and Charn felt the shaft pulse and throb in response.

What the fuck just happened?

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Charn stood in front of Geoff, one hand pressed to his distended stomach, his mustard yellow eyes wide with confusion. Geoff stood frozen, staring down at the empty space where his cock should have been, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. His hips were bucking, thrusting but feeling nothing but the slick gripping sensation of that hot slimy stomach massaging his dick.

"What..." Geoff finally managed, his voice strained and breathless. "What the fuck, I can feel your stomach-"

His words cut off in a gasp, his entire body shuddering. Charn understood why. He could feel the cock inside him, could feel every throb and pulse of it. His stomach muscles were contracting rhythmically around the shaft now, eagerly kneading and massaging the sensitive flesh in a way that had to be overwhelming.

"Oh god," Geoff whimpered, his knees buckling slightly. "Your stomach, I can feel your stomach squeezing me, fuck, it's so tight dude, what is this?!"

Charn could feel it moving, the shape of the cock shifting and flexing as it tried to respond to the pressure surrounding it. The flared head pressed against one side, creating a distinctive bump, and now both males watched with morbid fascination as it bucked and strained.

"I, uh... I don't know how... I mean I was just suckin' on it..." Charn said, lamely, his cock twitching hard each time he felt his stomach churning around the fat zebra dick. He could feel the slosh of fluids being squirted over, kneading and marinating Geoff's prized shaft with his enzymatic acids. 

"Get it out," Geoff gasped, his hands coming up to grip Charn's shoulders. "Please, you have to get it out, fuck, that feels so weird, just make yourself throw up or something?"

"Oh, yeah, of course!" Charn grimaced, and nodded. This was wrong in ways he couldn't even begin to process. Right one, the slimy secretions probably felt good, like a sloppy hand job around the aroused stallion meat, but in a couple minutes it was going to start itching and burning. Charn leaned forward, one hand coming up to his throat while the other pressed against his stomach. He tried to trigger his gag reflex, tried to force his body to reject the foreign object filling him.

That was a problem, though. Charn didn't, at this point, have a recognizable gag reflex. The things that had slid down Charn's gullet, never to be seen again, far outweighed the things that had come back out. He stuffed three fingers into the back of his mouth, fumbling awkwardly for someway to make himself retch. He got a bump, a little spot that when he stroked along it it made his stomach tighten instinctively, and he jammed all three fingers against it.

His stomach clenched, hard and sudden, but instead of pushing the cock upward and out, the intense pressure squeezed around it like a vice. The shaft was compressed from all sides, the tight ring of his esophagus puckering while the walls of his stomach crushed against the rest of it. Perhaps, if one of the ends of the dick had been positioned correctly, it might have slid up his throat again, but the esophagus was currently being pressed against by the medial ring. Charn's stomach would have to fold the dick completely in half to even try to regurgitate it, and... well, to be honest, Charn really wasn't trying that hard.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck oh FUCK-" Geoff's words dissolved into incoherent noises as his body betrayed him. The sensation was too much, too intense, and the scrotum dangling between his legs contracted violently.

Charn felt it happen. The cock in his stomach pulsed, swelled, and began to empty itself. Hot cum flooded into his stomach, jet after jet of thick zebra seed gushing over the zebra's own dick. The warm seed did not have much space to go, filling in the spots and blending with the acrid bile as Charn's stomach churned around the growing, swelling bulge.

"No no no, " Charn tried to say, the sensation of his stomach swelling out with another gush making him gag again, and that gag sent another crushing wave of pressure around the trapped shaft, milking it harder.

Geoff's massive balls were doing their job beautifully, contracting and releasing in steady rhythm, emptying a the five missed load's worth of pent-up production into Charn's increasingly full stomach. The tiger could feel each individual spurt, could feel the heat of it spreading through his midsection. His stomach distended further, the skin pulling tight as more and more cum filled all of the available space, and then some.

There simply wasn't enough room.

The cum slurry kept spilling into Charn's belly, and it follow the path of least resistance. Cum surged in wet surges up Charn's esophagus, flooding up his throat in a thick, warm rush. It filled his mouth, the salty-bitter taste coating his tongue, and then overflowed past his lips. Zebra seed spilled down his chin in thick ropes, dripping onto his tented sweatpants, and over his fingers as he tried to catch it, to keep it from spilling on the floor.

Charn tried to swallow it back down, but there was nowhere for it to go. His stomach was full to bursting, and Geoff's balls showed no signs of stopping. More cum pumped into him, more pressure built, and more spilled out of his mouth in an obscene overflow that he couldn't prevent.

"Having trouble there, Charn?"

The mischievous voice cut through the chaos, bright and amused and far too casual given the situation. Charn's head whipped around, cum slinging from his lips in a wide arc, and found Stan standing in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed and a shit-eating grin on his face. The rabbit's small frame was nearly vibrating with mischievous energy, and his eyes, magnified slightly behind his glasses, sparkled with barely contained laughter. His long, soft, green tipped ears trembled with the rabbit's excitement.

"Shhtan," Charn tried to say, but his mouth was too full of cum. A spray of foaming zebra milk spattered from his mouth. He swallowed hard, forcing down another mouthful, only for more to immediately replace it, swelling up into his mouth and overflowing his mouth. "Wha'ha fuac are you-"

"Oh, don't talk with your mouth full," Stan chided, sauntering closer. "It's rude."

Geoff, still lost in the throes of his prolonged orgasm, seemed to only just notice the rabbit's presence. "What? Who the fuck are- oh god-" His balls clenched again, sending another surge of cum into Charn's overfilled stomach and up his gullet.

Stan's attention shifted to the zebra, his gaze traveling downward to where those massive testicles hung heavy and straining. His eyes lit up with interest, and he reached out to grip the neck of the zebra's scrotum in one small hand. It overflowed his palm, far too large for him to encompass, but he grabbed enough to be able to swing it back and forth, thumping those huge nuts from zebra thigh to zebra thigh.

"Now these," Stan said appreciatively, "are something special. Look how big they are. So full and heavy." He lifted them up in the air, feeling the weight of them. "Must be uncomfortable, really. All that production and nowhere for it to go... especially now that your cock's taking a swim in Charn's belly."

"Get, get away, " Geoff shuddered, trying to step away, his hips bucked, his legs refusing to cooperate. His balls were still contracting, still pumping, and the sensation of his cock sliding and sluicing around in Charn's stomach was too overwhelming for him to coordinate movement.

"You look a little overwhelmed too," Stan observed, glancing back at Charn. The tiger's stomach was visibly distended now, bulging outward with the combination of cock and cum, and he was still sputtering seed from his mouth like a broken lawn sprinkler. "I know just how to fix that."

"No, don't-" Charn started to warn, but Stan was already moving.

Stan’s little white paw closed around Geoff’s scrotum, just above the massive testicles. He pinched in with those tiny fingers, nails painted green to match the tips of his ears, right up tight against the base. All the loose skin bunched together in a fist barely big enough to circle the neck of the zebra’s sack, making the fat, overripe balls bulge out like a pair of supersized jet black plums about to burst just underneath. Stan hauled downwards, yanking the huge balls away from Geoff's body. The zebra's sack stretched out, the cords in the scrotum going guitar-string taut, the two overworked balls bulging at the bottom, veined and straining against the skin, 

Geoff’s reaction was priceless. He let out a wild, guttural bray, half-curse and half-panic, and his hands shot down to swat the rabbit away, but Stan just grinned, ears flicking, and pulled even harder. The balls themselves jerked and writhed, still pumping and churning out load after load, even as they were pulled further away from the zebra's body. They were unstoppable. The zebra’s knees buckled, his thighs flexed, but he couldn’t get away from the grip.

Geoff croaked, “The fuck, get off my balls!” and jerked his hips backward, but Stan’s grip was unbreakable. The rabbit grinned, baring his teeth, and gave the scrotum another hard pull, dragging those fat balls out from under Geoff’s body and stretching them right toward Charn’s doubled-over form. Charn had half-collapsed on the couch, mouth drooling ropes of zebra jizz, his stomach swollen and hard with the outline of the cock coiled inside. He coughed, spat more of the viscous mess onto the floor, and glared up at Stan, just in time to see a hell of a sight. 

The balls writhed and bulged, each one the size of a goddamn mango, the black hide veiny and mottled, the whole sack jerking and twitching as Geoff’s nuts fired off the last of his pride right into Charn’s gut. If he hadn’t been so full, if he hadn’t been so annoyed at being played by the rabbit, Charn would have been drooling for real. There was something about seeing nuts stretched that far, the cords standing out like taut ropes, the balls helpless and at the mercy of a smaller predator... it tickled the ancient, hungry part of his brain, the part that wanted to bite, to claim, to consume.

“Fucking hell, get off, you little freak!” Geoff barked, but his voice was a mess, high and desperate. He swung a fist toward Stan’s face, but the rabbit just ducked and winked, like it was all a big joke. Charn, still trying to cough up the gallons of zebra jizz flooding his mouth, watched in a haze as Stan gave the sack a final, showy tug. Geoff’s balls had been casually stretched out a foot from his groin, the skin so stretched and thin you could see every twitch and spasm of the nuts inside, the whole thing looking like a butcher’s prize.

Geoff's mouth was still open, profanity and confusion mixing into an incoherent stream. "-bullshit magic fucking-"

Then, with a flash of white and green, Geoff was just gone. No sound, no warning, nothing but the faintest fizz of displaced air and the sharp, lingering tang of zebra musk. One second, there was a pissed-off, dickless zebra trying to fight a rabbit off his balls, and the next, there was just Stan, standing there in the living room, holding the heaviest, fattest, most beautiful pair of balls Charn had ever seen. Where Geoff had stood, there was nothing but a couple of stray black-and-white hairs and a faint imprint on the carpet where his big feet had been.

The silence was obscene. Charn felt his own jaw clench around one last surging mouthful of cum, felt his stomach churn and gurgle, the weight of zebra cock and a what was likely a quart of seed sloshing inside him. Stan was holding Geoff’s entire nut-sack aloft, grinning wide, the sack neck disappearing up into his fist and not appearing out the other side, the balls inside still flexing and writhing like they hadn’t gotten the memo that their owner was missing. 

“Well, shit, roommate, I guess we’ve got meat for tonight’s lasagna, huh?” Stan said, voice bright and casual, like he was commenting on a weather report and not the fact that he’d just stolen a zebra’s entire reproductive future. He turned, both hands now presenting the fat, stretched scrotum, the nuts still moving and twitching inside, still working, still pumping the last dregs of cum through tubes that were still somehow connected to the dick in Charn's stomach.

Charn coughed, spattering a last mouthful of zebra cum out over his chin, the taste thick and overwhelming, like the afterburn of too much horseradish in a greasy deli hoagie. His gut was so bloated it felt like he’d swallowed a basketball, the walls of his stomach tight, clenching and squeezing and still working over the hard, coiled length of cock trapped inside.

The rich, gamey funk of ballsweat was so thick in the air now it was like the room had been painted with it, every breath full of salt, testosterone, and the animal tang of hot, desperate meat. For a split second, Charn thought Stan was going to stuff the zebra’s nuts straight into his mouth, and he braced himself, half-expecting the taste of raw, pulsing scrotum and the crush of those huge testicles exploding between his teeth.

Charn slumped back onto the couch, one hand still pressed against his distended stomach while the other futilely tried to contain the cum still leaking from his mouth. His chest and belly fur was soaked with zebra seed, and was going to need a long soak to be brushable again. He glared up at Stan with all the venom he could muster, which was considerably less effective when he had to keep swallowing to avoid drowning in semen.

Stan stood before him, still holding Geoff's massive balls like they were prize-winning melons at a county fair. The rabbit's grin was infuriatingly smug, his green-tipped ears perked forward in obvious delight at the chaos he'd caused.

"This is ridiculous," Charn managed to say around another mouthful of cum. He swallowed hard, his throat working, but it barely made a dent in the overflow. "I wanted to feel him cumming in my mouth, not have him turn my stomach into a fucking cum tank."

"But you got what you wanted!" Stan protested, his voice bright with false innocence. He gestured at Charn's bulging midsection. "He came, didn't he? Multiple times, actually. That's got to be, what, a week's worth in there? You should be thanking me."

Charn's response was cut off by another surge of semen up his throat. He turned his head to the side and let it spill out onto the already-ruined couch, thick ropes of cum splattering onto the cushions. His stomach gave another uncomfortable churn, kneading the trapped cock, and he felt the shaft pulse weakly in response.

"Besides," Stan continued, his voice dropping into something sly and suggestive, "if you're really that desperate to have someone cum in your mouth, I'm right here." He lowered the stolen balls to his groin, grinding his hips against it. "After watching how you serviced that zebra, I could use some attention, too, if you know what I mean."

Charn's glare intensified. "There's about a foot and a half of difference between your equipment and what I had in my throat a minute ago."

"Wow. Fucking rude," Stan huffed, but his grin didn't fade. His fingers squeezed the massive testicles he was holding, the black skin of the scrotum stretched nearly translucent around the enormous orbs. "I'll tell you what. If you suck me off, then... these beauties are all yours. Look at them." He lifted the balls higher, bouncing them slightly to emphasize their weight. "So big and meaty. Perfect for tiger snacks. They'd make an excellent meal, don't you think? All that protein, all that flavor. I bet they'll taste amazing."

Charn's mouth watered, his spit mixing with cum still pooling under his tongue. Those balls were magnificent, their majesty even more apparent when they weren't being overshadowed by the bulky physical body of their owner. The size, the weight, the sheer virility they represented, it was everything he'd been fantasizing about. His cock throbbed in his pants, still painfully hard despite the bizarre situation.

"I know, jerk. I was saving them for my birthday present," he growled, swallowing down another mouthful of zebra seed. "So you need to replace them. And not with magic or whatever, I deserve a nice big pair for my special day."

Stan's broke out his sleaziest magician's smile. "Deal."

The rabbit hopped up onto the couch beside Charn, his small frame barely making a dent in the cushions. He carefully set the massive balls on the armrest where they could watch, then worked his pants down to reveal his modest equipment. His cock was already hard, a pleasantly meaty six inches that stood proudly from his white-furred groin, with proportionately-appropriate balls, tucked neatly beneath.

Charn leaned forward, his movements sluggish and uncomfortable with the weight in his stomach. More cum dripped from his lips as he opened his mouth, coating Stan's cock before he even made contact. The rabbit's shaft was immediately slick with zebra seed, giving an eager throb as Charn engulfed it in one easy motion.

The blowjob was obscene... and messy... and quick. Cum squelched between Charn's lips and Stan's groin, the excess semen acting as thick, slippery lube. Every time Charn bobbed his head, more cum spilled out around the rabbit's shaft, dripping down his balls and onto the couch, creating a shellac of equine seed that completely stained the rabbit's groin. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the apartment, far louder and more vulgar than they had any right to be.

Stan's head fell back, his small hand coming down to rest on Charn's head between his ears. "Oh fuck, that's good. Your mouth is so hot-"

Charn pulled back, letting the rabbit's cock slip from his lips with a wet pop. Cum immediately rushed out to replace the space it had occupied, and he had to swallow several times before he could speak. "Where did you send him, anyways?"

Stan's eyes were glazed with pleasure, his hips still making little abortive thrusts toward Charn's mouth. "What?"

"Geoff," Charn clarified, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It didn't help. "Where did you teleport him to?"

"Oh." Stan shrugged, the motion casual and unconcerned. "No idea. Somewhere far away. Does it matter?"

Charn stared at him for a long moment, then sighed and went back to work. He took Stan's cock back into his mouth, his tongue working against the underside while his throat swallowed rhythmically. The rabbit's shaft was easy to handle compared to Geoff's massive equine cock, small enough that Charn could focus on technique rather than just endurance.

Stan's breathing quickened, his small body tensing. His hand tightened in Charn's fur, pulling slightly, and his hips began to thrust in earnest. The tiger let him, opening his throat and allowing the rabbit to fuck his mouth with increasing desperation. He could just feel the hard nub of the rabbit's dick as it jammed repeatedly into the back of his throat, not big enough to hurt him but insistently banging into his gullet with the kind of frantic urgency that rabbits are so well known for.

"Close! I'm close," Stan gasped, and then a few seconds later, he was cumming, his small cock pulsing against Charn's tongue. The rabbit shuddered, curling around the big predator's head, as the tiger teased against his roommate's dick with the tips of his teeth. He could taste Stan's seed, even through the sheer shellacking of Geoff jizz that still coated his tongue. It was pleasant and grassy, and Charn swallowed it down easily. After the flood of zebra cum, it was almost refreshing.

Stan collapsed back against the couch, his chest heaving. "Holy shit."

Charn pulled off, wiping his mouth again. Cum still leaked from his lips, but the flow had finally started to slow as his stomach gradually emptied and began its work on the cock trapped inside him. He reached over and grabbed the massive zebra balls from the armrest, hefting their weight in both hands.

They were perfect. Absolutely perfect. The scrotum was still warm, the testicles still firm and full of potential even after their extended purge. He could already imagine how they'd taste, how the flesh would feel between his teeth. One birthday present had arrived early, and in the most chaotic way possible.

"Worth it?" Stan asked, watching him with a knowing grin.

Charn looked down at the balls, then at his cum-soaked torso, the splatter of jizz spattered on the floor and coffee table, and the ruined couch. His stomach was still distended and uncomfortable, and he could feel Geoff's cock slowly beginning to digest inside him.

"Yeah," he admitted grudgingly. "Worth it."

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

In a different plane of existence, a demonic world full of the wails of the horny damned, a naked zebra materialized in the middle of a pentagram, in front of a large, bored looking goat...ox...demon thing. Geoff looked down at himself, at the smooth, empty space between his legs where his magnificent equipment had been, and let out a strangled cry of horror and disbelief. The zebra’s scream echoed off the walls, a helpless bray of outrage and confusion, but the sound was swallowed by the immense, echoing chamber he’d landed in. 

The goat-ox thing loomed over the zebra like a mountain with hooves. The monster’s fur was so black and coarse it looked like a burnt pelt, and curved horns twisted out of its skull, sharp enough to gut an ice cream truck. The demon’s eyes glowed with an awful, hungry light. The demon’s voice, when it came, was a rolling, greasy thunder that vibrated straight through the stone floor.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” The demon’s lips curled back, showing teeth that looked purpose-built for grinding bones to paste. “A treat. Payment, from the little white conjurer. He did say he'd be sending someone… memorable. I see he wasn’t exaggerating.”

Geoff tried to scramble back, but his legs wouldn’t work right; he was too busy clutching at his groin, as if sheer panic might will his junk back into existence. “Give it back,” he stammered, eyes wild. “You have to give it back, I can still feel it, I can feel everything, it’s still- shit, it’s still there, oh god, it’s still cumming, make it stop, please-”

But the demon just laughed, a brutal, mocking sound that shook dust from the ceiling. “Of course you can feel it. The body remembers its best parts, even when they’re gone. Look at you, twitching and mewling like a gelded colt.” The goat demon squatted, bringing his muzzle close enough that Geoff could smell the thing’s breath, all clove and cinnamon and nutmeg. “I can taste your need from here. You’re still hard, in your head, aren’t you?"

Geoff’s mind might have been lost in horror, but his body was still a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. The demon must have noticed, because he bent down, huge hands gripping Geoff’s shoulders and forcing him to his knees, and the zebra whimpered, voice high and desperate.

“You still want it,” the demon taunted, fingers digging hard enough to bruise. “I can smell it on you. They never learn, do they? Even without your little toys, you’re nothing but a rutting beast. Fortunately for you, fucking is all there really is to do down here."

The demon cupped Geoff's muscular buttocks, one massive finger teasing, probing against the zebra's asshole. "Don't worry, little hoofer, after your cock and balls are... destroyed, they'll reform down here. And I'll remove them again. And they'll grow back - and I'll remove them again."

Geoff shuddered, shaking his head wildly. "No no no don't do that please let me keep them-"

"No, I think you'll enjoy it, being emasculated and regenerated repeatedly, for a couple hundred years," the demon said, with a deep laugh that creaked out from deep within his chest. "If not at first... then you will, eventually. Stan has quite the debt you need to pay off, after all."

Geoff gulped, feeling his dick spasm in a belly far, far away.