It was a slow, lazy saturday evening. The sun was nearly touching the horizon, the bar was dimly lit, though warm and relaxed, the music that drifted over the soft sounds of conversation could put someone to sleep, even if it was a peppy rock song. All in all, it felt like a good time to settle down and just relax after a day of weekend work.
 
This is where our little Bookie was sitting. At the end of a long week of talking down deadbeats, bashing a couple skulls in, and even helping the other bar paint their bathroom a new shade of white, it was time to settle down and think about anything besides work. Luckily for Bookie, it was really easy to forget about work when she had a few drinks in her. It was hard to remember people's names when she had this many drinks in her, but that just made it easier to forget about work. For now, she was chatting with some guy who had an equal amount of drinks in him, and racing her to the bottom of the next bottle.
 
"No no no, you don't get it, they EAT you! ...prolly" the stallion slurred over his bottle, smiling like an idiot. "I mean, you just don't notice it because there's Nothing Left To Notice...ya get it?"
 
"Pfssshh that's just stupid," she said amidst a snicker "There's no way they eat anyone. How many ponies do you know can eat ponies?"
 
"How many ponies do you defintely know can't?" the stallion said with a quick comeback.
 
Bookie smirked and nudged his shoulder with a hoof. "Ah, come on, don't be like that. Besides, I work for them, I mean like...I haven't seen anyone do that."
 
"Honest?"
 
Bookie simply chuckled and lifted up her bottle, put it to her lips, and tilted it up until it was vertical in the air, letting the rest of the contents spill into her mouth and killed the bottle. She then let out a loud sigh of contentment and stood herself up off of the barstool and stretched out her limbs just a bit. "Nnngph! God, you're just making fun of me now, huh?" she said a little distantly, eyes focused on the other side of the room "I'm gunna go piss..."
 
Heading off, she didn't look back at the stallion, simply making a bee-line for the other side of the room. However, in her drunken state, the zebra made her way straight into the men's restroom, not hesitating at all to waltz right in as if nothing was amiss. Fortunately for her, or perhaps unfortunate, her stallion friend had his eyes transfixed on her swaying rump, and had to pick up his jaw from the floor after seeing her walk in...
 
Bookie sighed loudly as she walked into the stall to struggle with her pants zipper for a bit finding it a bit more difficult than usual, perhaps due to how tight these pants were...why were they so damn tight tonight? Her struggles in the bathroom gave her stallion friend enough time to walk in behind her and sneak around to find just where she had gone.
 
The first thought in his mind, of course was to make sure she's doing alright, pull her out when she realizes her emberassment. The next thought went straigt to glory holes and prostitution. The stallion of course shook his head and mentally kicked himself for the thought...not that he outright denied it.
 
When he did stumble upon his friend again, his eyes went wide and his hooves nearly slid out from under him in his drunken state. There in the stall was that pretty lookin zebra from before...standing above one of the toilets...with a thick, black cock swaying between her legs, just before a thick stream of piss shot out of the tip, and landed in the toilet's bowl.
 
He almost fainted.
 
"O-Oh wow...since when did ya have a dick, missy?"
 
Bookie's ears perked up as a shiver went down her spine. She quickly turned her head, eyes wide as she saw the guy. "D-Dude, knock first!" This only made the stallion smirk wide, even if he was in shock.
 
"I mean...I'm not complainin or anythin...yer real hot miss," he said with a little chuckle, despite his surprise, and stepped into the cramped stall with her, and brought his arms around her, hands coming down dangerously close to the mare's leaking member.
 
"Come on, man, not even done," the zebra murmured in annoyance, trying to push his hands off with one of her own. As her stream of yellow started to taper off, however, she relaxed a lot more and gave a small sigh, leaning just a bit into her new friend's warm chest. Those playful fingers started to creep down once again, the tips just brushing the surface of her sensitive member, and a long, seductive sigh blew into her ear, warmed by the wave of alcohol filled breath.
 
"You know, it's not propper for a lady to step into the men's restroom," he muttered in a soft tone into her ear. The zebra's ears twitched a bit in response, followed by a small, physical wince.
 
"Ha...whoops," she muttered her reply "I mean...I gotta dick."
 
Again, the stallion let out a chuckle, and slowly creeped his fingers down a bit farther, slowly curling around that soft, dangling member, that ever so slowly grew firm in his grasp. A little squeeze to her base brought out a little twitch from the little chubber, and a small moan from her lips. "A pretty big one at that," he hummed "Like...think this thing's even bigger than mine...." His fingers continued to gently squeeze and dance along her stiffening member, soon, easily able to grab the massive pole by both hands, alternating squeezing with both hands.
 
"N-Nggh...ya know...this thing's not just for sh-hic! ...for show," she mumbled lazily. Her own hands creeped up around his thighs and slowly caressed them as he did his work on her member, letting herself fall into the moment. If this perv wanted to play with her dick, that was fine by her.
 
Suddenly, she found herself being turned around carefully, and sat down on the toilet seat, having to clumsily squeeze her thighs together and brace her hands against the cool metal of the toilet's flushing mechanism to get her balence. Sticking up from between those plump legs sat her package, balls and all, her member giving a little throb at the unavoidable attention. She gave a little nervous grin, looking up at the stallion, who seemed very eager.
 
"Then, why don'tcha lemme see if I cn handle it~" he slurred out, kneeling himself down and bringing his head down to her chest level, so that warm muzzle of his, along with that playful looking tongue of his could lower down, and just barely graze the tip of her Mr Happy.
 
Bookie bit her lip and let herself moan out happily, twitching and fidgeting just enough to spurr on the stallion even more, and encourage him to use that tongue of his. The sudden feeling of warm, soft flesh sliding over her sensitive cock head made her groan with pleasure, her knickles turning white from her tight grip. "O-Ooh boy," she muttered, as her hooves tried to find their grip on the ground, but ended up sliding back and forth a little, somewhat in time with the little throbs bouncing her lengthy cock back and forth, "Wh-Why are you s-so good at this..."
 
The stallion had to hold back a snicker, almost losing it at the sight of how sensitive this mare was right now. He pressed that slimy tongue right up against her crown again and licked again, this time with much more force to reaaally get into the subtle grooves on her broad tip. Teasingly, he followed up the lubricating lick by pressing his nose right up to her urethral slit, and hummed playfully. "You've had more to drink than I thought, huh? I mean, if you're already about to c-"
 
The teasing barrage suddenly stopped short, when a wave of warmth washed over the stallion's muzzle. It felt nice, he couldn't lie. Humid, musky, just a playful kind of tightness...couldn't quite understand what was going on, necessarily, but it felt right to him. He let out a low, aroused moan, which sent subtle vibrations into whatever wrapped around his muzzle, which elicited a sharp squeak from the mare, which only spurred him on even more. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.
 
So, he pressed his muzzle down even more firmly, looking again for where that cock seemed to get off to, hopefully it was somewhere around here. At the same time, that comforting warmth washed over more of his face, running up his head and down the backside, trapping his ears against his skull. God, did this feel good for some reason. He stuck his tongue out into the hot tunnel and licked a bit more aggressively, tasting the walls of the warm, very musky tunnel. The distant sounds of his new friend moaning and grunting in hot pleasure only turned him on more, encouraging him to dive in ever deeper.
 
Soon, that soft warmth crept down his shoulders and started to spread around his barrel. At some point, the tunnel started to pull against him all on its own, and sure was a hell of a lot more aggressive than he was, now squeezing around his body and wrippling around it, feeling almost light a big cunt squeezing all around him, or a big throat swallowing him up... He tried to tug against the tight tunnel, wriggling his body back and forth, but found that it was a lot harder to move back than it was to go in, finding no strong purchase on the slick walls, even as he was tugged down ever further, and so easily pulled into the musky abyss.
 
As that warm, sticky wave of pleasure reached his hips, comlpletely swallowing up everything else with ease, the stallion let himself relax, and burried his muzzle deep into the squishy warmth that bombarded his face, feeling maleable, yet strong and accepting. His own throbbing member grinded against something increadibly hot, which only made him twitch and hump blindly against whatever it was. By the time he was getting deep into his own pleasure buildup, that hot wave had swallowed up his member, making it a little bit easier to get himself even more worked up, thrusting into those warm walls, grunting all the while.
 
The stallion lost himself in pleasure as his entire body was wrapped in the heat, his hooves curling a bit as they were the last to touch cool air. By the time they started to slide into the warm flesh, the stallion was sailing over the edge, and the heat got the better of himself, hips jerking, cock throbbing hard as thick spurts of cum shot out of his member, and splattered all over the walls of his new home. His groans of pleasure could hardly be heard from the outside, and the little bulge his cock made against the surface was hardly noticable, especially as his hooves were finally swallowed up completely, and his entire body was compressed into the tiny space.
 
Bookie huffed and groaned and bit her lip, leg bouncing up and down as she couldn't help but take the whole stallion, letting her cock so easily slurp him up and tuck him into her hot, swollen balls. It only took a few more wiggles from inside her sack for her own body to convulse just a bit, and for her vision to go white with pleasure. A couple of small spurts of cum shot out of her 10 inch cock and hit the stall door opposite her. The last thing she could see before passing out from the sheer bliss was the little hart shape the strands made on the door, and how satisfaction oozed from its shape in little droplets...
 
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It was morning. At least, the zebra was pretty sure it should have been. She slowly woke up from her absolute shit sleep and groaned in pain. Her back ached, her balls were sore, and she was waking up hungover in a bar bathroom. Thankfully, she didn't feel like she had to puke...so much.
 
With a load groan, the zebra picked herself up and, almost a moment later, cringed and held her head in one hand, her other propping herself up against the sticky stall wall. After letting the wave of agony pass, she let out a long sigh and relaxed a bit, pulling her hand back to her side with a loud "SSHhlllick". She inched her way to the door on the other side of the stall, each hoof fall click accompanied by a squelching sound, echoing in the empty bathroom. She grabbed a hold of the door, letting a long shiver run through her spine as she got used to the slime that coated the little lock, and pushed herself through with sheer force of will.
 
She stepped out of the stall and into the fresh air and the smell of shit and urine. At least it was better than musk that heavy. Without thinking, she moved to the sink to get herself at least partially cleaned up, and started her trek back home, not once thinking about last night, which was a total blur, or the stallion, who she didn't even remember at all. Just a vague chat about rumors of disapperances at the track...
 
Bookie left the bathroom, which now had a thin layer of cum spattered on nearly every surface, radiating out from one one of the stalls. A night time emission that hadn't even caught the attention of the headache struck mare. Ah well, it was probably worth it. At least she didn't hurt anyone last night. Probably.