The weightlifting competition begins its recess, and James’s furred body, orange, black, and white tiger-striped and bulging with defined muscles, is slick with rivulets of salty sweat that drool down every protruding, striating muscle. Having just won a round in the tournament, he heads off to relax before the next. His handsome feline face is adorned with whiskers and a thick and fluffy mane. He runs his big paws across his furred face, splashing the bathroom sink’s water onto his face. Cool and refreshed, he then towels off with a couple paper sheets and turns to leave.
	Halfway out the door, he looks back into the tiled gents’ room and returns; sauntering with a swaying tail to one of the white porcelain urinals, he slips down the waistband of his gym shorts and frees his flaccid, two-foot-long, stripe patterned, human cock, and then releases his hold upon his half-full bladder. Slightly yellow piss flows out and sprays the back of the ceramic urinal, and pools in the trough. A few shakes to force the piss clinging to the bare glans to splash into the murky, yellow pool, he’s done and pulls the lever. The urine flushed away with a loud rumbling and splashing, gurgling as the pipes accept it, when someone else comes up to the stall adjacent.
	A thick zebra man, muscles larger than James’s and body padded with fat, stands. “Oh, nice goin’, I saw your qualifier,” He speaks with a smile underlined with the splashing flow. “Guess we’ll be facing off soon, ‘ey?” He gives James a friendly, firm spank like locker room pals, and the tiger’s eyes aren’t able to be halted as they glance at the zebra’s package.
	Thick, thumping in his hand, oozing with piss and precum already, though entirely flaccid, the man’s cock was the length and thickness of James’s muscular leg. The equine member twitches as its pisshole spasms out more musky piss, which fills the restroom with its strong odor. Nearly visible steam billows off the thick yellow torrent and its formed ocean flooding the white urinal; the salty and unmistakable smell wafts. His prick’s black surface shimmers from the mixture of sweat and ricocheted piss. The latter is an unavoiadble occurrence with a cock this large.
	The tiger’s giant, vascular heart thumps in his chest. All his bulging veins pound with this aroused heartbeat; Terry’s body was erotic in a way he’d never seen before, and simply letting his eyes linger on the absurdly large zebra cock nearly made James wince with longing. But what’s more the thumping of his chest radiated especially at the base of his colon. The muscular prostate gland shudders and spasms queerly to the beat of his longing heart. The tiger’s ass tightens and puckers as the vibrating tingle placed squarely behind his abs grows stronger and stronger, as he’s brought down to his knees from the sensation. “Aauggh, wh-what’s happening?” He groans with a voice slightly more feminine than normal. Thumping and demanding it be satisfied.
	A blush fills the tiger’s cheeks with fiery passion. Certainly embarrassed yet aching to taste the intoxicating aroma of sex and acrid urine that assaults his nose on his tongue. His body no longer satisfied with simply inhaling the musk, his flat tongue lolls out like a red carpet invitation for Terry’s cock. With a smirk the zebra man obliges.
	The salty taste of massive, piss-covered shaft meat stings his tongue like battery acid and the steamy yellow aroma, now directly in and in-front of his face, fogs up his mind as it fills his sinuses, and slips down his throat to linger in his lungs. His asshole thumps harder while his pleasingly sandpaper tongue cups the bow of Terry’s black shaft, and slides in all directions to scrub the collection of urine and precum off the zebra morph’s stiffening erection. James’s lips wrap around, and instantly pleasure enshrouds the thumping meat of his weightlifting opponent. “Oooh, you’ve got a mouth. You could have just asked to suck me, no need to ambush me,” he says and places a muscular hand on the back of James’s head to assist in his inexperienced bobbing.
	Cheeks and pleasingly rough tongue guide the invading cock past the long, predatory incisors and into the saliva-drenched entry to his throat. The gigantic, bulging zebra dick has shuddered to its full length and girth, and it fills up the entire mouth and throat of his newly gay partner. His cock travels deeper and deeper down his mate’s throat, then backs out once nuts press into the soft, fluffy chin. The sub’s whiskers flick, ears twitch, and eyes lid while the flared glans tenderly scrapes his throat. The feline accepts the massive member’s sliding in and out with the gentle and unconscious bobbing of his head. The salty taste of pre mixes with the delightful savory and musky flavor of piss. The slow pumping continues for a few minutes, their intercourse out and open in the male bathroom for anyone to walk in on, yet neither care. 
	Shiny black cockflesh pistons in and out of the tight seal of soft lips and cheeks. The gentle sucking and squelching echo off the tiles, while saliva droops out of the tiger’s lips and off the sopping-wet cock. James’s eyes stare up with longing as the pumping cycles increase in pace, and Terry’s nuts slap into his partner’s fluffy chin and neck with every thrust. The sensitive interior of the tiger’s mouth feels every thump and throb and bulging vein across the monstrous dick, which pulls out entirely with a wet pop, and sticky trails of saliva flick across the tiger’s cheeks, lips, chin, and throat, down to his large, masculine pecs. The zebra man’s giant hand wrapped around the thick base of his meat, he slaps its wet weight across the slutty tiger’s face. “You’re a good little slut kitten, aren’t you?” He taunts as precum and saliva is smothered all across the masculine furry’s face. The kitty’s tongue is lolled out dutifully and saliva drips off the flat tip of his tongue as he awaits the cock being shoved back in like a pacifier. “Still hungry?” The zebra asks, to which the sub affirms via a lustful nod and abashed murmured ‘yes’.
	The tip of the cock lands upon the tiger’s muscles and with a chuckle a flow of bitter, salty, and savory piss flows into his mouth; with wide eyes and a blush, James willfully swallows  the flowing urine. It coats every tastebud as it drains down his throat, and guzzling it down simply fills him with more arousal. His stiff cock thumps between his legs in his tight gym shorts as it drizzles precum down onto the tiled floor he’s knelt upon. His loud gulps continue and continue until there’s no more piss to swallow, and the sloshing bladder of the domineering zebra drains completely. “You make a good urinal,” he lustfully jeers and looks down at the thick, muscular, and certainly wider than he remembered ass and legs of his mate. “Stand up and turn around, let’s see how good you are with that ass.”
	The tiger purrs softly. His attempt to stand wobbles awkwardly for a moment from the weirdly excess weight across his body. Pecs, ass, abs, arms, thighs are all far larger, thicker, fatter, and more plush than ever before. His figure is changed before their very eyes from the pure lust and need to be bred. Every aspect of his body is more erotic in appearance than ever. His top takes hold of James’s slender wrists from behind and the pair’s garments are pulled aside. Hard, equine cock, bulging with veins, slips between the plump and jiggly asscheeks of the feline and begins to slide up and down; Terry hotdogs the cat and occasionally teases the thick, round donut entrance to the man’s colon. The flared glans tip kisses the round mound of muscle and makes the subby kitty moan like a whore, before its tip spreads the muscle and begins to slide inside. Almost instantly the cock kisses the round prostate, yet it feels off from all the other men Terry has been with before. It isn’t merely a gland but feels as though it has lips which plant kisses and suckle upon the giant meat. Curious to explore, Terry’s hips slide back and back forward to slide his achingly aroused cock directly against the prostate; its lips slide open to accept the glans and the rest of his dick drills in like breeding a proper womb. 
	“Shit, your ass,” He grunts as the grip upon the tiger’s wrists tighten and wrench back to shove the zebra’s hard cock straight into the prostate-womb. He goes fast, hard, breeding and breeding, the wet sloppy sounds of sex reverberate off every surface in the bathroom as nuts slap against James’s, whose cock splutters precum in jets onto the mirror in front of him. Every moment makes the bizarre, intense, undeniable pleasure of this perfect prostate infiltrate his mind more, leaving Terry unable to do anything but breed and breed the man’s ripe ass. “Aah bitch, you love that, huh? You love getting your ass bred?” He grunts aloud between wet, forceful slaps of hips against ass. “Take it, I’m gonna knock you up,” he strains. The wet slapping and squelching, as Terry’s hips firmly spank the sub’s ass as James’s rear slobbers with precum, as then his competitor hilts into the tight, wet asspussy and with a nearly dislocating grip upon wrists, begins to splurt his gooey, hot, and bubbling cum straight into the man’s prostate. Gallons of thick, white jizz, virile and packed with sperm, pour into his prostate to overflowing, then back up his colon with cum as the two stand there in bliss for a minute. The mirror in front of the tiger gets coated in much smaller jets of cum as their shared orgasm lasts, and lasts, but soon the top pulls out his semi-flaccid cock and gallons of jizz pour out onto the floor. “Aah, you’re a good fuck, we’ll do this again,” he teases, shoves his cock back into his clothes, and leaves.