Kraft's Dream 
Kraft had somehow ended up in quite the predicament. She had been trying to find her way through a dark maze, and ended up in a small stall with glory holes studding the walls around her. The air was heavy with male musk, of male equine musk, a scent that was rich and earthy like freshly tilled soil. Each of the gloryholes was occupied, and the long, thick, handsome horse cocks that hung down were waiting for Kraft to touch them, to love them, to taste them. The holes were too small to see anything beyond them, perfectly framing the equine cocks and the large, heavy looking scrotums just behind them. The testicles churned, lifting up in their bags eagerly, each one filled with a weighty promise, their short soft fur sheened with that delightful male oil. Kraft's whiskers twitched in appreciation of this bevy of equine virility. 


"She's out, and stable," the coyote said, as he pulled his finger away from the unconscious feline's neck. The small blue female had been laid carefully out on an exam table, in the storage room in the back of a bar. The sound of crashing beats and people laughing and shouting to each other could be heard through the cinder block walls, but in this room, it was mostly quiet.


"Good," the owner of the bar said. The zebra was nearly as tall as the room, his long arms folded in front of his chest. There was a considerable ridge running down the length of his inseam, with a wet spot at the end. "And you're going to do everything, right? I want this toy to know exactly what she is now, when we're done."


"Yup, she's getting the full workup," the coyote said, as he leaned above the table, tapping a button to start the video camera mounted there to start streaming. "And this is being streamed, as well. I imagine you'll get quite a few tips off of her, she's a cutie."


"She's a wild child," the zebra said, stroking a hand down the length of that ridge. "Just blatantly unzipped me, can you believe it? Right in front of the mayor."


"She knows what she wants. I'm not sure she wanted this," and the coyote gestured to the medical equipment around him, "But that's the risk when you start manhandling powerful men, right?"


"Right," the zebra said. He grinned, darkly, his wide smooth square teeth gleaming, "She's going to get what she wants, though. In spades."
Kraft moved among the glory holes, each studded with the bulky flesh of an anonymous admirer, her breath hitched as she slid into the glory hole on silent paws. Each brush of her plush, cerulean body against the sturdy, dangling forms gathered the warm, masculine aromas, weaving them into her fur like threads of carnal perfume. 


The sensation of warm, heavy flesh brushing against the sensitive fur of her shoulders and hips sent shivers cascading down her spine, the heat of their bodies creating a warm, welcoming cocoon of primal allure. As she rubbed against one long, dangling member after another, she could feel each one's trail of heat, of their intimate scent, marking her fur with their masculine lust. The heaviness of their sex hung in the air, tangible and thick, a testament to their dormant power.
Her paws danced along the lengths of one flaccid shaft after another, the texture at once velvety and firm beneath her touch. Kraft's breath came in slow, measured pants, each inhale laced with the intoxicating scent of pure, unbridled testosterone.
They were monuments to virility, waiting for her to awaken the potency within them. And as Kraft continued her languorous exploration, she reveled in the sheer magnitude of their masculinity, the weighty promise of what lay dormant yet ready to stir under her delicate ministrations.
"So the first thing we are going to do," the doctor said, as he put on a surgical mask, "is, we have to loosen her up. I don't care how much of a slut she is, or how many dicks she's taken, she can't be more than one eighth otter. She's not going to be able to handle..." he gestured to the zebra's cock bulge, "All that."


The zebra snorted, eyeing up the soft blue morsel on the exam table. "She can handle it, she'll make herself handle it. But we should help give her a head start, I agree. Gape that little blue twat, Xavier."


Kraft's fingertips traced the intricate tattoos adorning the appaloosa stud's cock, her claws dancing across the landscape of his skin until they discovered the plush, pendulous weight of his ballsack. It was a treasure trove of virility cradled in fur, each hair a filament of desire that whispered against her touch. She pressed her face into the warm, musky sac, the scent rich with the raw essence of stallion—a fragrance that promised both danger and delight.
The throbbing of his tremendous shaft was a steady pulse as it dangled over her shoulder and down her back, an insistent drumming that conveyed urgency without a single audible note. As if drawn by invisible strings, Kraft's hands explored the yielding texture of the monstrous scrotum, squeezing gently and sliding her fingers up to caress and hold the beefy cords that fed the stallion's prized testicles.
Kraft's blue fur bristled with electric arousal as she closed her delicate paws around those cords. With a predatory curl of her fingers, she clenched tight, her claws prickling into the flesh as if to claim ownership over the pulsating mass she held. The stallion's cock throbbed in response.
Xavier had finished donning thick nitrile gloves, letting the last one snap against his wrist. He pulled a polished black metal toolbox from under the table, setting it on a nearby counter. It had a stylized picture of the zebra's face on the front of it, glaring angrily outwards. Xavier ignored the glares and snapped open the buckles on either side of the decal. They popped open, the lid of the case lifting slightly as internal pressure was released. 
Xavier pushed the lid back, revealing a large, solid glass horsecock. Only it wasn't solid - Xavier slipped his hands carefully into the funnel-shaped base of it, lifting the big tool up and out of the gray padding foam that had been compressed so carefully around it. And it wasn't glass, but medical-grade pyrex. Xavier held it between his hands, visually examining it. It wasn't a horsecock, either, but a zebra cock. Specifically, a hollow, pyrex tool molded from the zebra's cock. 


It was nearly as long as Kraft's torso, and frighteningly wide, but she was going to need to be able to take this toy, if she was going to be able to take the cock it was molded after. 
In one seamless motion borne of feral instinct, Kraft tore the colossal testicles free from the loins of the silent appaloosa. The act sent a surge of potency coursing through her veins, a tidal wave of conquest that swelled from the core of her being. The weight of the stolen jewels in her grasp was a testament to their previous owner's masculinity—an anchor of corporeal heft that spoke of raw, untamed power.
The stud's cock strained, lurching up into the air in one desperate attempt at ejaculation, before sinking  into the shadows of the room behind her. Kraft had already lost interest in it, the male's balls warm and heavy as she squeezed and rubbed them against her cheeks, hugged them against her chest. They were a trophy of triumph, heavy and significant, their value measured in the carnal currency of primal strength.
Now, they were hers. The heavy orbs came free of the glory hole, leaving the appaloosa's cock straining and throbbing and ultimately ignored. The weight of the anonymous gelding's heavy balls rested against her forearms, and she crushed her snout in between them. The tacky, musky scent of them smeared across her cheekbones, marking herself with his glorious warm scent. It wasn't enough, though. She needed more from them than just their scent. 
She sat on the floor, spreading her legs wide as she leaned back against the wall. The horse's cock, softening and dangling limply, seeped along the inside of her ears as she excitedly shed the two big horse balls from their useless scrotum. The soft leather fell to the ground, discarded, as she clutched the massive pearls between her paws, hugging them against her chest. She was but a small feline, and the big stallion's huge balls were overwhelmingly enormous in comparison, and now they were hers.
She eagerly ground them against her, the slippery grey eggs slithering, leaving a wet dampness on her fur as she buffed and polished them with the fur of her breasts and stomach. When one slithered out of her grasp, a slippery bar of soap, she clenched her thighs together to catch it between them. 
When she did, she felt a hot, slick squirt against her pussy. She gasped, her fingers sinking in against the firm flesh of the nut still held against her belly, and she felt a sputtering heat splatter in between her breasts. She lifted the ball up, and found that the dangling tube that had connected it to the stallion's body was oozing out a thick white pudding. She gripped it between both of her paws, crushing her palms together, and more of it oozed out, splattering in a thick gellid trail along her belly. She brought it to her lips, sniffing at the bubbling cream, and was pleased at the potent, concentrated musky starchy scent of pure, raw semen. She licked her soft tongue against the shorn end of the tube, and found the flavor delightful.
She reached between her legs, feeling blindly with probing fingers, and found herself palming the bulky, bloated, over-filled epididymis that took up the back half of the stallion's severed testicle. She twisted the nut, holding it still between her thighs but rotating it so that the epididymis was facing upwards. She released it, and took the wiggly rubbery cords that connected to it, and using two fingers, stuffed the pliable connective tissues up inside of her. She loved the sensation of being filled.
Properly set up, she grasped the epididymis of the thigh-gripped ball with both paws, and SQUEEZED. She could feel the splattering, rushing sensation of all that ripened fertile seed, being spooged deeply up inside her, a steady hot flow of living seed injected directly into her womb, compressed sperms frantically dissolving and trying to find fresh fertile eggs to impregnate. 
Then, the balls were discarded, her body coated in their slime and scent. She thrust her fingers back into herself, her cunny walls well lubed with the thick, slippery seed, and began to finger herself. She nuzzled up against the flare of the forsaken cock still hanging overhead, as she brought herself to orgasm, again and again and again.
Xavier nestled the broad, unflared cap of the glass cock against the small blue feline's pussy. Her legs had been spread and strapped down, her thighs parted, revealing the soft, pink, puffy lips of her eager labia. The tool only had the 'rim' of the cock head, the actual center of the muffin top was empty space. Xavier took what was effectively a selfie stick with a tube of lubricant attached to it, and extended it up the inside of the tool, pressing the tip of it against the taut, soft flesh of the female's labia. A squeeze of a bladder at the other end, and it saturated the tender flesh, the large glass tool almost immediately sinking into the soft folds. Not all of it, of course, it was too wide for that, but the left side tucked in and broadly stretched Kraft's cute little pussy widely around it. 


Xavier could see the dark pink flesh of Kraft's vagina, as it was stretched tautly around the large hulking pyrex dildo. The feline was clearly by no means virginal,  but even a talented, flexible and capable pussy can only handle SO much volume being stuffed inside it. Xavier was careful, tender as he jimmied one side, and then, slowly, the other, up inside of her. He applied more lube, then slowly twisted the toy, feeling a half inch of it press into her, and then an inch, and then almost two inches. 


"There we go, this is a great sign," the coyote said, his tail sweeping through the air behind him as he began to wiggle and probe the big tool deep inside of her. The amount that Kraft's cooch was gaped, stretched to accommodate the thick pyrex phallus was obscene, and the med student could hear the soft squeaking sounds as her flesh struggled to accommodate the zebra's immortalized shaft. "Yeah, four inches... five... she's really taking it now. I knew she would, girls like her are born ready for big zebra dicks."
Kraft's lithe form meandered through the throng of equine specters, each more imposing than the last. There was no glory hole, now there were large, naked males surrounding her, exposed and aroused, each silently presenting themselves and hoping for her attention. Their heavy scents mingled in the air, a piquant mélange of virility and sweat that clung to her fur like morning dew on grass. Amidst this phantasmagoria of lust, she found him—a Clydesdale whose presence was like a monolith amidst pebbles.
His cock lay before her, an expanse of softness that beckoned her touch. It hung like a slumbering leviathan, the promise of its might hidden beneath the velvet of its repose. Kraft approached, her black pupils reflecting a feral glint as she regarded every inch of his pending arousal with the curiosity of a connoisseur.
She began her dance of temptation, her nimble paws playing along the Clydesdale's soft dropped length with the finesse of a maestro coaxing notes from a violin. She savored the silkiness of his flesh, tracing the burgeoning veins that mapped out his growing desire. The softness yielded under her touch, pliant yet hinting at the power contained within, like a storm cloud pregnant with thunder.
There was a pause, the movement impeded, and the coyote traced his fingers up the unconscious feline's belly, pressing down just a little bit. He could feel the solid ridge of the tool, bulging outwards from within, all the way to the slightly flared rim. He rubbed his fingers against it, and then squeezed and pushed down against her flesh just past it, nodding as he felt a ridge of thicker tissue.


He started picking through his tools, searching for an extension to add to the selfie stick that he used to apply the lubricant. "It's her cervix, about seven inches in, further in that I would have expected. With a bit more stretching, we can probably stretch her, laterally, another inch. Maybe even two."


"Well, that's not enough," the zebra said, his palm stroking about seven inches from the tip of his shaft towards the base. "That doesn't even cover the preputial ring."


"Exactly. The cervix is a little too touch, a little too tight to let that big studly dick of yours through. So..." Xavier grinned brightly, and held up a metal cylinder. About as wide as a soda can, with a tip that glimmered with small, short barbs. He carefully slotted it into the base of the glass cock, sliding it up to disappear in Kraft's snatch. "This should open things up for you."
He pulled it back out of the smooth pyrex tube, and tapped a button the underside of the 'can'.  bright line began to shine from the end of it. 


"This has a camera in it, too. So we are going to see this little feline from the inside," Xavier said, as he slotted the can back up inside the big glass tool, and began sliding it up the length. The can disappeared into the feline's groin, the taut flesh protected by the smooth, solid bulk of the hollow horse cock. The zebra watched as the tool slid out of view, his ear flicking as he heard a sound similar to a beard trimmer. "You'll see it all on the video at the end, but basically, her vaginal canal is stretched really tightly around this horse dong, right?"






Xavier stared up the length of the pyrex horse cock, through the gleaming white of the outer glass, to the muted pinks and reds of Kraft's gaping canal, and to the snug pink donut of her cervix. It was dilated as wide as it could naturally dilate, which was only enough for a fingertip or so.
The Clydesdale stirred, his breath hitching as Kraft continued her deliberate ministrations. His cock responded to her call, thickening with every caress, each stroke stoking the fire within. It swelled, a testament to his burgeoning need, a visual chorus to the silent symphony of their intimate exchange.
With rapt attention, Kraft watched as his member grew firm, emerging from its flaccid state like a titan rousing from slumber. The transformation was a slow burn, the steady hardening a crescendo of anticipation that held both of them captive. She marveled at the expanding girth, feeling the heat emanating from the pulsating column of flesh.
Carefully, the coyote twisted the can, pressing the sharp blades into the taut flesh. Each individual fang only sank a few millimeters into the tightly-drawn protective gate of Kraft's cervix. However, Xavier could see the flesh peel away from the blades, like gummy candy snapping back from a pulling bite. The hot blades cauterized as they went, and he slowly twisted the handle that he was holding into, tilling the short blades slowly around the rim of the small cervix. He couldn't force it, and he couldn't rush it, but those vibrating blades were gently excising the unconscious feline's cervix clean off, the muscles failing, the flesh shearing loose until the can pressed an inc forward and the cervix fell into the can. 


"Got it." He pulled the can back, and reached in, minding the blades, to lift up a piece of tender pink flesh no larger than a peach ring candy. "Nothing stopping you now. With this gone, you should be able to almost double the length you can stuff inside her. I don't think you'll ever be able to bottom out, but you should be able to get 'comfortably gripped' by her now."


"How much, exactly?" The zebra said. He snorted, his nostrils flared, his attention fixated on the little blue feline.


Xavier gripped the faux penis, and slowly, carefully, began to gently twist it back and forth. The 'can of blades' had been honed, through trial and error, to perfectly excise only as much of a cervix (or whichever fleshy sphincter it was being used on) as necessary to be able to squeeze through it, and as the coyote twisted the pyrex tool, it slipped another few inches through and into the feline's womb proper. "Five inches, total, if you're careful. Three if you just ram it in."


"She can handle it," the zebra growled. The ridge going down the inseam had grown straighter, thicker, and there was a slick stain seeping down towards his ankles. "Pull it out, and let me try her out."
Fully erect, the Clydesdale's cock stood proud, a monument to masculine potency. Its heft was a palpable force in Kraft's world, a gravity that drew her in closer, her petite frame juxtaposed against his overwhelming solidity. The strength of his erection was an embodiment of raw, untamed power; it spoke of carnal promises and whispered of dark delights.
Kraft reveled in the Clydesdale's response, in her ability to summon forth such vigor. Her own arousal mirrored his, a reflection of primal satisfaction in the weight and value of the masculinity she had coaxed into full display. There was something transcendent about holding sway over such a formidable essence, a sense of conquest that coursed through her like a river breaking free from the ice of winter.
"Of course not," Xavier said, as he gently excised the can back from inside the pyrex horse cock. The gently serrated edge gleamed, a rubbery scrunchie of shorn pink flesh nestled inside. He dropped the contents of the can onto a plate nearby. "She's not even fully trimmed, yet, and then she has to sleep off the anesthesia."


"I want her. Now. I don't like waiting," The zebra muttered, and, turned away from him, the coyote rolled his eyes as he picked up the next tool. It vaguely resembled one of those long wands used to light fireplaces, but the tip of it had three recessed, metallic arms, and there was a small optical lens mounted above the very tip. Xavier watched the live feed as he pushed the long tool back up through the pyrex horse cock. The glass casing had shifted, being extruded slightly by the natural tightness and contraction of the unconscious female's gripping cunny, so Xavier softly pushed up against it, helping to keep it pushed snugly up, a static pressure from inside to slowly stretch and acclimate her to the intrusion. 


He stuffed his hand up inside the pyrex casing, feeling the warmth of the feline's insides even through the glass. She ran hot, the coyote thought to himself, as he gently pressed the tip of the business end of the tool up into the far end, nudging it against the placental lining of the feline's uterus. Originally, the zebra had wanted that removed as well, reducing the feline to only her vagina, but the coyote had convinced him that converting the uterus into an extension was a much more viable alternative. The pyrex facsimile had managed to work its way almost the full length into the uterus at this point, only two inches or so of 'gap' between the edge of the pyrex and the uterine walls.


Fortunately, a couple inches was all he needed. He slowly scoped the camera along the far edge, tracing it in a spiral pattern, slowly mapping out each square inch of the drugged female's innards, until he found the little dimple that marked the entrance of her left fallopian tube. He pressed the very tip of the tool into that dimple, making sure it was centered, and then activated it. The long barrel of the tool popped into action, the metallic tools hinging out from along the shaft. They were plain, metal prongs, no bigger around than toothpicks, with bristled textured ends. These bristled ends slapped against the head of the tool, and roughly shot forward, sinking up into the fallopian tube itself. The bristles speculum'd outwards, snagging into the tender, smooth, delicate flesh, and the rim of the took punched outwards, the cylindrical sheath severing cleanly through the flesh that anchored the fallopian tube to Kraft's uterus. 


Kraft lay sprawled on the soft, velvety grass, her senses aflame with the musk and vigor of her equine dreamscape. The sky above was a tapestry of inky shadows, pierced by the occasional twinkling of a distant star, but all of that paled in comparison to the figure that loomed above her now. A zebra, proud and unyielding, stood as a bastion of masculinity, his massive cock a heavy drape across her belly and chest.
The sheer weight of it—velvet-wrapped steel, sinuously soft yet promising a burgeoning firmness—pressed into her flesh like an anchor of carnal intimacy. Its girth spoke of a potency beyond words, a sacred monument to virility that Kraft could not help but worship with her touch. It was a living heat against her skin, a languid pulse that throbbed with the rhythm of her own quickening heartbeat.
Tentatively, and then with growing fervor, she brought her arms up, embracing the colossal member that lay upon her. Her petite hands seemed almost childlike as they attempted to encircle its breadth, the heated expanse of flesh filling her grasp. She pulled it closer, feeling its warm weight suffuse her breasts and belly, each inch a new territory claimed by her yearning caress.
[[BLING!]] The chat pinged from the laptop nearby, distracting Xavier from his delicate work extracting the blue feline's cervix from inside.


The chat was going wild, and had been occasionally tipping big bucks for the chance to tap into Xavier's live feed, getting a close up view of thirty seconds at a time of what, exactly, Xavier was doing. The rest of the chat was only able to see the overhead view. That was enough, though, hints of what was going on inside, and watching the bulge of the pyrex chute being stuffed inside. Chat could see Xavier, but couldn't hear anything - this was to protect the zebra, primarily, but resulted in the chat having no idea what was going to be happening next.


[[OVARIES PLZ SHOW ME OVARIES]] was being spammed to Xavier's chat, repeatedly, from a certain chat member - NullGal6868. They had tipped $100 with each message, which gave them that special bling sound, and which made their messages larger and more prescient than the others. Xavier knew that the client was legit.


[Sure  you want it pubic?] Xavier responded.


[[YES]] came the immediate response, and the chat flourished with excitement as other members jumped in on the chance. Xavier smirked, setting up the option to watch the 'dildo cam' for an additional twenty bucks, and set it up.


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[[tjats mot her ckitirus uts ger hyphen dumass]]
[[whats a hyphen lol]]
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[[THATS HER CERVIX U IDIOTS]]
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"Perfect," Xavier muttered to himself, as he began to pull the feline's cervix back down the pyrex tube. The fallopian followed it, the sleek, slender tissue and the ovaries that it was connected to being tugged gently loose from their moorings. Three, four, five inches of the feline's fallopian tube were pulled through the perfectly punched hole, before the bulge of the ovary itself nestled up against it. 


Xavier had to be careful with this, as he tug-tug'd along her innards with the tool, pulling the large pink mulberry through the hole. It slithered through, the gap just barely stretchy enough to disgorge it into the uterus. Once it flopped through, Xavier was able to quickly drag it down the length of the glass cock, and flopped next to the scrungled up cervix on the plate nearby.

[[fuck what is the berry]]
[[POGGERS]]
[[thats a berry!?!]]
[[theres berries see hes grabbing them with the forceps]]
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[[based]]
[[holy shit they LOOK LIKE BERRIES DO I HAVE A FRUIT SALAD INSIDE ME]]


The coyote repeated the process, feeling out and extracting the last remaining fallopian tube and ovary. The delicate tissues were laid side by side, the zebra smirking triumphantly as all chances of the female ever being able to reproduce were left to dry in the backroom of his bar. Xavier needed to get them treated, and quickly, but he needed to seal up the two punctures he had made inside the blue cat's uterus first. He slipped the tool back up inside, watching the camera as he gently probed to find the first of the rounded holes he had made. 


When he found it, he pressed the tip back to it, and used the little spikey arm tools to snag the skin. This time, rather than inserting them into the hole, they caught the edge of the wound, gently biting into the soft flesh and tugging it together. The center of the tool extruded a hot, slimy glue, caulking the synthetic sealant into the flesh. The silicone based sealant seeped immediately into the sheared tissue, fusing and bonding the flesh to itself. When Xavier pulled the tool away, there was only the faintest seam to reflect what had been done to her. The other side was sealed just as easily, a squeeze of a trigger and the hole was patched. 
Xavier sighed, feeling the tension leaving his shoulders and arms as he pulled the tool out from inside the spayed feline, and setting it to the side.
As the zebra's cock began to swell with the ministrations of her fingers, so too did the air around them thicken with anticipation. It was as if with every passing second, the shaft grew heavier, larger, a burgeoning tower of desire that rose from the depths of his being. The growth was a silent testament to his arousal, a primal response to her proximity, to the dance of her breath against his scrotum.
Nuzzling closer, Kraft marveled at the supple hide that contained such potent force. Her cheek brushed against the velvet of his scrotum, reveling in the contrast between their textures—the sleekness of her fur against the rugged terrain of his maleness. She breathed deep, the scent of him enveloping her, intoxicating in its rawness.
It was in this moment that the world narrowed down to the simple, profound act of connection. The heft and heat of him against her, the steady crescendo of flesh thickening beneath her touch—it was a symphony of sensory delight, a rhapsody penned in the language of lust.
She held tight, limbs entwined with the burgeoning might of the zebra's manhood, the stolen testicles from her previous encounter fading into the recesses of memory. Here, in the thrall of the zebra's expanding presence, Kraft found herself ensnared in the gravity of pure, unadulterated masculinity—a treasure far grander than any she had ever claimed before.
"Now can I fuck her?" The zebra asked, fingering the crumpled up cervix muscle on the medical tray. His thick, hoof-capped digit smeared it lazily around in a circle, the rubbery tissue rolling and flopping around. It was barely as wide as his finger was; the idea of trying to stuff his cock through such a tight little ring was laughable, at best. Criminal, at worst. Then again, being a criminal was not a problem.


Xavier put up a paw, gesturing for the zebra to keep his dick in his pants. "Not... yet. Seriously, if you pulled this big toy out of her, she's gonna turn inside out. It's tucked up as far inside her as it can get." He was supposed to declaw her, next, but the horniness of the zebra needed to be acted on, now. So, he reached for the piercing gun. It was preloaded with a trio of sanitized bar piercings, and he had treated enough previous toys for the zebra to know exactly how to apply them. The head of the gun pressed against the lower outside of the feline's left labia, angled just right so that the bar would go through flesh and not chip the pyrex. An inch or so in front of the muzzle, a small cap nestled up into the pinched flesh, waiting for the insertion spike.
The heavy scent of musk and heat wrapped around Kraft like a thick cloak as she lay beneath the imposing figure of the zebra, his masculinity a force that radiated with palpable intensity. With each breath, the aroma of raw virility filled her lungs, anchoring her to the moment—a captive to the carnal theater unfolding before her.
As if on cue, the scrotum of the zebra unfurled with deliberate grace, an intimate spectacle reminiscent of opulent stage drapery parting at the commencement of a long-awaited performance. The reveal was slow, tantalizing, the skin peeling back to expose the monumental orbs within—two massive testicles, straining against their confines, pulsating with the promise of unbridled potency.
In one fluid motion, driven by a lust that eclipsed reason, Kraft burrowed her head between those colossal spheres. They were like ripe mangoes hanging heavily from a tree in the peak of summer—full, round, and exuding a fertility that begged to be harvested. Her cheeks pressed against the heated flesh, feeling the thrum of life coursing through them, a symphony of desire that played upon the strings of her deepest instincts.
The weight of the zebra's testicles was a treasure more precious than gold, each heave of his body sending a wave of their hefty value crashing into her senses. The sheer size of them, a testament to the zebra's unparalleled manhood, made her paws ache to possess such priceless jewels for herself.
Thunk.


The mechanical cartridge ejected the metal through the feline's flesh, riveting it into place in the small ball cap. Xavier released a small trigger, unlocking the small ball cap, and carefully pulled the piercing gun away from her. The next piercing was on the lower right side, mirroring the one on the left, and it was set up just as easily, the soft feline flesh tucked between the jaws of the gun before he pulled the trigger.


Thunk. 


He didn't bother to remove the piercing gun, rather he just slid it up, curling it around the flesh that was tautly stretched around the large toy, angling it until the soft, dark red bump of flesh that marked the spayed cat's clitoris was pressed flush against the muzzle.


Thunk. 


The gun was set aside, and a long, fine chain was taken from the counter next to where the blue feline was sprawled out. Xavier noticed a shuddering twitch along one thigh, as he carefully laced the chain first through the head of one of the piercings, and then up to sleek holes that were drilled through the rim at the base of the toy, and then back down to the next piercing. He continued the threading, 'lacing' the chain through all three of the piercings and three separate holes in the base of the toy, before gently pulling the end of the chains to each other. They didn't quite fit, and Xavier had to push his shoulder against the base, nestling it in one last inch, so that he could complete the chain loop. The small tips locked into each other, creating a deft, slinky spider web that kept the toy deeply, completely lodged inside the small blue feline.




"If she pulls this out," Xavier said, as he took up a small tool that looked similar but not quite like a hole punch and slid it over Kraft's toe of her left foot. Scrip. The smooth blade pressed against the bone at the tip of the feline's finger, and the scrip sound was it scraping the claw growth tissue from the tip of the bone, and searing the inside of the claw sheath with a blast of butane-enforced heat, sterilizing the tissue. He pulled the tool back, and examined the cute little toe bean, which was unaffected. He stroked his finger against the fur, feeling the small spot where the claw used to be, now just an empty patch of soft skin that would eventually tighten down into nothing, like an old piercing. 


"Do you think she's dreaming about being fucked by zebra cock?" the zebra asked. "And can I fuck her, now?"


Xavier gently, but smoothly, excised the other claws on that paw, then moved to the next one. "Well, she was in heat when she approached you, so I think she's probably dreaming about being stretched with big, thick zebra cock. Look, I know you want to fuck her, now, but you have to leave. Let her sleep it off, let her wake up. If you try to remove this plug from her now, you're just going to end up with a gaping soggy mess-"


"I'm fine with that-" the zebra interrupted him.


"Sure, but she'll die, and then you'd have to deal with that." He moved to the other paw, declawing each finger in turn. "Just let her come around, she'll still be super horned up and totally down to clown with that monster in your pants, and she'll actually be ready to handle it if you just give her a day or so to recover. You want that, right? An eager toy who can actually take your huge cock?"


The zebra paused, speculatively staring over the form of the well stuffed unconscious feline, and reached once more for the pyrex column that was still stretching and gaping the doped up kitty's snatch. He wrapped his fingers around the very base of it, the last four inches that couldn't fit inside her. It felt exactly like his own, save for the texture being hard unyielding glass rather than flesh. He knew the coyote was watching, but he wasn't going to do anything stupid. He enjoyed feeling the base of that dick, and just knowing that it was his cock that her pussy was feeling right now.


He needed to feel pussy on his cock. He wanted it to be hers. He flexed his fingers, giving the glass dildo a subtle twist, feeling the resistance of her flesh as it gripped so perfectly around it. He'd be thinking about that later.


"Fine. Get her tidied up, and I'll be back in a couple hours to let her know of her new... arrangements."


Xavier moved down to Kraft's feet, hearing the soft murmurs of arousal and consciousness bubbling up from the drugged feline. He would trim her feet claws, and then get her set up in her new sleeping area. He wondered if she was leaving anyone behind, for a moment, then chased the thought out of his head - those kinds of thoughts brought nothing but trouble.
Immersed in the thick, heady fog of the zebra's backed-up seed, Kraft found a primal comfort. The intense smell was a siren call to the core of her being, whispering of procreation, of domination, of completion. She nuzzled deeper, the coarse hair of the scrotum tickling her nose, as she surrendered to the olfactory embrace of pure, undiluted masculinity.
In this dream-world, where the surreal danced hand-in-hand with the erotic, Kraft's yearning blossomed into a single, consuming thought: she needed to claim these prodigious balls as her own. To hoard the essence of the zebra's strength, to revel in the spoils of his prowess—it was a craving that gnawed at her with the ferocity of a beast.
But just as the fantasy reached its crescendo, as the line between dream and reality blurred into irrelevance, Kraft's world jolted. The splendid illusion shattered, and she was torn from the erotic mirage. Her eyes snapped open, the remnants of the dream clinging to her like cobwebs, leaving her with an aching void and an insatiable hunger for something that had never truly been hers.
At first, Kraft thought she was still dreaming. She heard music, floating and wafting in and out of her consciousness, and when she finally opened her eyes, she was staring at a strange, melting pattern of blue and red and yellow, swirling slowly and nonsensically together.  She just stared at that, for a while, her body so comfortable, her mind unwilling to shift even the smallest part of her. The music crystallized into a steady, pumping bass, far enough away to blend in with the sound of her own breathing. 


Realizing that she wasn't in her own bed, Kraft finally sat up, feeling her body resist the action, but pushing up anyways. She was in a small room, on a cot tucked in between wooden crates of liquor. There was a chair with a plate of food next to her and a glass of water, and across from her was a television screen, paused to a scene of a table with a bright light shining down on someone. The screen was too bright and sharp for her to stare at it too long, so she took the glass, sipping at it. Mmm, cool water. She sipped at it again, her mouth surprisingly dry.


She picked up the plate of food, setting it in her lap and examining it. It wasn't really much of a meal, just a reddish rounded gummy doughnut and two strange fruits that looked like weird strawberries. She picked up one of the strawberries, surprised at how heavy it was. It wasn't a strawberry at all, it turned out. She squeezed the rubbery thing between her fingers, confused as to what the thing was. She sniffed it, picking up mostly the scent of plastic and rubber, but also, faintly, her own scent. It was muted, distant, but it was definitely familiar. Weird.


She put the fruit down, and picked up the rubbery donut, stretching it between her fingers the way she had played with tail scrunchies, long ago. It was soft, and flexible, but not super stretchy. It felt fun, wiggling it against her fingers, and there was something familiar about it, but she couldn't place what it could mean or what it was. She put it down, and picked up the last bit of 'food' on the plate, a small glass jar filled with little white thorns. There was a lid, but she didn't feel like twisting it off, instead shaking the jar by her ear to hear the little keratinous thorns bouncing and rattling and clattering around inside. That made her smile, the sound was very pleasant. She put it back on the plate as well, with the other bits, and returned the plate. That's when she noticed the remote control. 


The feline leaned back, sipping her water, wondering if that was a hint of lemon she tasted, as she pressed pause on the remote control. The screen in front of her lurched into action, and as it played, she was better able to focus on the sharp, bright shapes as they swirled into focus. It was her! Laying on the table, nude and being examined by two men's hands. They cupped her breast, stroking her nipple, peeling her labia apart and stroking along the slick wet slit between them, and pulled back her lips to examine her teeth. They were saying something, but she couldn't make it out and couldn't really care to focus on that too much anyways. 


She looked down at herself, and realized that she had some new... accessories. There was something quite large, jutting out from inside her, a smooth round glass column. There were small chains extending from the end of this column, into her flesh, and she traced her fingers against the tender areas where the chains pierced her. The sensation made her shudder, raw and tender and both painful and sharply pleasurable at the same time.


She slid her fingers down, to the end of the glass, and cupped against it. As she rubbed it, she saw that there was a bulge in her stomach. Was she pregnant? She didn't remember being pregnant. As she nudged and rubbed the cylinder up and into her deep depths, the bulge shifted, up and down, back and forth, and it finally clicked in her head. This thing was deep inside her, like a cock, and it was making a bulge just like a big cock would. NEAT.


She looked up at the television, watching as the glass cock was pushed up inside the videoed version of herself. She saw the bulge appear, as the cock burrowed its way up through her guts. She closed her eyes and twisted it inside her, until the chains drew tight with soft pangs of tension. Then she twisted it the other way. She felt soft, deeper somehow. She couldn't say how, but she could feel the end of that shaft nudging and bumping against her in a way she had never felt before, and it felt lovely.


She opened her eyes again, wondering why she was so sore, and watched as the rubbery donut that she had seen earlier was extracted from inside her. How peculiar. She wondered what could have caused it to get up there in the first place. Her sore, aching cunt throbbed around the glass cock embedded nearly halfway up her torso, and she began to climax in a dazed, fogged, still drowsy state. It felt lovely, her body clenching and relaxing, clutching against the unyielding dildo inside her. Her legs squirmed, toes splaying, and she drew blood from her lip as she bit into it, the orgasm washing through her, deeper than she had ever felt before.


On the screen, the weird little fruits were being lifted away from inside her as well, and the spayed feline climaxed again. Her body curled, fingers tucking the dildo as deeply as possible into her, feeling the very rim of it just nestle against her stretched, taut, sore cunt lips. The orgasm passed, and it naturally extruded back out again, her inner muscles releasing their grip around it. How absolutely lovely.


The door to her room opened, and a man entered the room with her. It was a zebra man. He stepped into the room, wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants; there was a thick, brown shadow pressing out and tenting his baggy sweatpants away from his left thigh, and she stared at it, openly. He grinned at her, resting his palm against it.


"I like that. Barely conscious and already sizing me up. You're a natural slut." He hooked his fingers into his waistband, pushing them down a bit, revealing the dark root of his shaft. "You wanna see what I'm packing?"


Kraft nodded, eagerly, fixated on the big male's endowments as he strolled up to her bed. She didn't say anything, just stared, watching that bulge that snaked down the zebra's pants leg bulged out further. He needed no further encouragement, and peeled down his pants, the stretchy waistband allowing him to hook his fabric under the sheer, enormative bulk of his flaccid cock and heavy balls. Kraft's heart stopped, for a second as she saw exactly what he was packing, and recognized the scent of it; it was the smell of maleness, the ripe fecundity of a deeply virile male bearing such heavy, massive loins that they called out for her to ride and taste and claim them. This was the cock from her dreams, the one she had nuzzled and worshiped and devoured, made flesh. The great length of it was unfurled, gleaming slick and puffy, and it drooled with the residual ooze of a recent orgasm.


"You will call me Master, and I will call you... Toy," he said, as he stood over the small blue cat. He reached down, casually lifting up the two stolen ovaries that now lay, inert and dead on the tray. "We had your insides cleaned out, so that you'd be better able to take my cock."


She stared at that cock, stared at the huge balls that fueled it, the big stud zebra flaunting his precious treasures so openly to her. Her fingertips ached, as she tried to extend claws that no longer existed. 


He noticed her staring, and reached down, casually hauling up the length of his heavy dick. "You love it, don't you? You're going to worship it, real nice. You're going to mew when I fill you with this. Your entire life, now, is taking care of this dick, and these balls."


She reached for them, too, wanting to cup his massive balls, to see if they were as heavy and dense as they looked. He stepped away from her instead, twisting and preening as he circled around her bed.


"Uh uh. I know you want them now, and I want you to have them, but you can't. You're all stitched up, inside, from our little procedures that we gave you, so you can't do anything for another day or two. Don't worry, I unloaded them in my old toy, as a goodbye present to send her off. I'm sure you'll last much longer than she did."


He rolled the ovaries around between his fingers, squeezing them against his thumb. They distended, squashing nearly flat between the strong male's thick digits before reforming back into their soft, rounded shape. "These were a lot of fun to watch get cut out. You should have seen how much money we made off of it. People were going crazy, bidding on the chance to get the zoomed in view." He glanced at the feline, who was still staring at his dangling junk and not her own, and grinned widely. He liked that. 


He pinched the tips of her ovaries between his fingers, so that they were squeezed together, looking almost like pursed lips. "These... are your eggs, you know. They may look small, but they had so much potential. There's enough little eggies in each of these to keep you fertile for years. You could have sired so many kits, been bred silly by so many sleazy, small dicked felines. Such a relief it must be, for you, to trade all that away, for the chance to ride this."


Reaching forward, he kissed her rubberized ovaries against Kraft's snout, making a wet smooching sound as he did so. "Say goodbye to your kitties!"


Kraft scrunkled up her snout, then smiled and gave the squidgy fruits a little smooch. Their texture was pleasantly smooth, and they left a waxy, musky residue on her lips. The zebra pulled them away, his other hand casually tugging along the root of his shaft, plumping himself up as he dropped the berries back onto the plate. "Oh, and do you know what this is?"


He skimmed his fingers through the plump, rubbery donut that was sharing the plate with the berries. It was limp and relaxed in his fingers, making it easy for him to finagle it. He rolled it condom-style down over the tips of two of his fingers, and then split his fingers into a V, stretching the rubbery donut between them. The scrunchie-sized toy was taut between his thick digits, tightening and getting thinner as it was widened to its limits. 


"This is your cervix," He said. He stroked his two fingers down her torso, tickling softly until he was rubbing, prodding the fingertips into the fur just above her navel. "Right about here. Scraped it out, because, well, it was just in the way. I want to stuff my big, fat cock up in there."


He lifted up his cock, and brought his fingers to the end, showing how tiny it was in comparison just to the diameter of his unflared cockhead. "There's no way I could jam my cock in past this. I mean, it's just tiny. I couldn't even use this as a cock ring. It would snap like a rubber band."


He was oozing precum, and the slick slime coated her stolen organ as he flicked it onto the plate with her ovaries. Kraft ignored it, staring only at the flesh of the handsome Zebra who was promising to fill her.
 
"You like my dick, I can tell. You want it in you?" She nodded. "Good. I'm gonna fucking plow you. I'm gonna make you my own personal fleshlight. You are going to be soaked with my cum. The coyote says we have to wait, just a day, for you to be ready to take it. And you're going to take it. All of it. You couldn't, before, but that cock inside you right now? We sculpted it off of my cock. It's stretching you, sculpting you, making you the perfect little fuck sleeve for my big, hard, leaky dick. I'm gonna fill you up like a balloon, and if you don't pop, I'm gonna do it again. And again. and again."


Kraft licked her chops, staring at the zebra's big thick shaft, which was swelling eagerly with his attention. She reached for it, her fingers arching towards it, wanting to cup and nuzzle it, but the zebra took a step back, away from her. 


"Not yet," he chastised her, though she could hear the yearning in his voice. "Sleep now, and rest up. You're going to need it."