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The Zookeeper and her Zebra By Reneth -- Report

The fourth installment of "The Zookeeper's Diary!" The longest one yet, too!

In a direct continuation of "The Zookeeper and her Snake," 19-year-old college student Alex is tasked with collecting breeding material from the zoo's new arrival, an adult male zebra. This is a ~3700 word short story written as a diary entry. Contains partial anal vore (head insertion), fun equine-human relations, and smaller mentions of full unbirth and anal vore (in relation to the previous installment).

The story is available for purchase here: https://reneth.itch.io/zookeeper-diary-4

Thank you so much for your support! The next installment will be a freebie :)

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I sat up on top of the breeding mount, straddling it, for a full minute with nothing happening. Imani wasn’t moving. I was beginning to feel like a dumbass, but as soon as I glanced over my shoulder at Imani, I heard him grunt as he mounted the black AV. His forelegs were splayed on either side of me. The short, bristly fur of his arms and his hard, cool hooves grazed my stomach and breast as he surrounded me. Seeing him on top of me—his eyes that cool aloof black—conjured heat and moisture between my thighs.

“G-Good boy, Imani!” I said.

Diary, did you know that out of all members of the horse family, zebras have the longest, thickest cocks? I glanced down at his, which was slowly emerging from its sheathe. The fact that I was a turn-on for an older zebra stallion turned me on.
When his member reached full size, he fumbled to put it into the hole in the mount: the black synthetic artificial vagina.

“You got it,” I told him.
Some more fumbling. An irked sigh from the zebra male. And then—god Diary—I felt his size fill me, all at once, immediately.
It was pressure more than pain. One moment I’m serving as eye-candy, the next, I’m being impaled and completely, fully penetrated by the zebra male. I felt his dick thrust inside my vagina, pressing long and deep all the way up against my cervix. And then I felt it withdrawal, three-fourths the way out, before pressing in again, harder, faster: and repeat.

I couldn’t help but let out a moany cry. I was already so wet just by spending time with Imani, so lubrication wasn’t an issue, but to feel Imani fill me utterly and completely was consuming. I squeezed my teary eyes shut.

“Fuck me, Imani,” I whispered as his hips withdrew, thrust, withdrew, thrust. His breathing was hot and heavy against the back of my head, and his hooves scrabbled against my body as he tried to keep balance the harder he fucked. “Good boy,” I gasped. “Good, good boy.”

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