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'Aw yea, now that was a party.' Marty thought as he placed his circus afro in one of the numerous prop cabinets. He shook his bristly mane, then let out a loud yawn. He and the other animals had been celebrating their triumph over the infamous lady dubois far into the wee hours of the night, but now it was high time to hit the hay...if he could find it that is. The monochrome quadruped hadn't given a single thought to where he would be staying on the train. Surprisingly, once the festivities where over, everyone he knew somehow found a place on the spot; the penguins and chimps went for the first car near the engine, Julian shacked up with his hairy sweetheart, Maurice and Mort crashed with the stunt dogs, Alex opted for Gia and Vitaly's car (awkwarrrd) and Melman and Gloria claimed the caboose car. The only options left were the passenger and trophy cars or where he was presently, the prop cart.

'Four star accommodations.' he thought glumly clopping over to a corner with some loose hay scattered about the floor.

No sooner than he got settled did he suddenly think about which car those horse triplets slept in. Surely they would have better digs than this and wouldn't mind a handsome devil like himself moving in. As if on cue, the door rattled open, one of the lovely white mare sisters poking her head in.

"Aha! Found you. " she exclaimed with a bright smile, "I meant to say so earlier, but my sisters and I would like to invite you to stay with us. We just so happen to have one more open stall if you'd care to join us Mr. Marty."

Marty sprang from the car in a black and white blur, landing next to her and chummily nudging her with his elbow, "Well what are we waiting for girl, lead the way. Oh and drop the mister. Mr. Marty was my daddy." She couldn't help but giggle at the way he wiggled his eyebrows, "Alright then Marty."

The happy zebra kept a nice spring in his step as he followed, quite pleased with his good fortune. At some point during the short trek his gaze dropped to the mare's tail end. '...dayum..' he thought looking over her round flanks, a slight tingle going through his lower extremities. It had been a long, long time since he got some action. About 2 years ago when a female zebra spent a month in his enclosure. All he could remember was that she was nice and all, but not only did she speak only in rhymes, she also only let him at her one measly time, and that was just so she could be pregnant when she reached her intended zoo. The rest of her stay had Marty fighting off raging erections from scenting and looking at her.

"Well here we are." Marty blinked out of his thoughts, watching the mare slide open the door. This car appeared to have been modified a bit, split into two from the inside; the left for the dogs, right for the horses. Marty hopped in, greeted by the familiar smell of hay and oats, his gaze falling to rest on the other two white mares curled up in the center of the car, chatting away about the brilliant escape earlier in the night. The first mare trotted over "Ladies, Marty has agreed to room with us. I expect the two of you to be well behaved and gracious hosts." One of the two rolled her eyes, giving her sister a pointed stare, "You don't have to tell us Esperanza, we weren't raised in a barn." The third mare giggled and nudged the second, "Don't lie Ernestina, of course we were. It was blue, remember?" Esperanza made a quiet, displeased snort, "Please refrain from encouraging her Esmeralda. You'll only make it worse."

'Uh-oh, can't have dissension in the ranks.' Marty thought and strolled over, "Ladies, ladies, ladies. You don't have to change your behavior on my account. Just relax, be yaselves. This is my new home after all."

Esperanza nodded, "Of course," she turned and nodded her head to the back of the car, "your stall is at the end to the left, next to Esmeralda's." The mare in question stood and trotted over, a slight hint of pink to her cheeks as she rubbed her side against Marty's, "I'll try to be good company." she said sweetly.

The zebra's eyes went wide. Ernestina shook her head and got up flicking her tail, clearly annoyed. "Really Esmeralda? Not even 5 minutes yet and you're already being so obvious. May as well tell him straight out." Esmeralda's ears swiveled down with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, it's just been so long. I couldn't help myself from touching just a bit." Marty felt his [elbow] give a slight twitch, "Umm tell me what?" he asked silently praying to every god he could think of.

Esperanza glared at poor Esmeralda as she explained, "Well Marty, you see, traveling with the circus doesn't leave us time to strike out on our own, especially since humans had been managing things. None of us have had any romance with a stallion since we left our farm, that was years ago..." Esperanza took a few steps until she was standing at Marty's opposite side,."That being said, would you...be at all willing to..to um..." Ernestina stamped her hoof impatiently, "Oh for the love of-, Marty, will you [try our desserts?]. Its been forever since any of us have had a thick [sense of pride in our baking] buried in us and having you strut around with your [self esteem] hasn't helped a damn bit." The other mares gasped in shock, with Esperanza recovering first, "Ernestina! Have some decorum, you're a lady."

Ernestina tossed her mane and turned, giving them her back, "Yes I am. A lady that wants to be [praised for her baking prowess] right now, courtesy be damned." She lifted her blond tail and the sight nearly stopped Marty's heart. Her [emergency stash of vanilla mochi] was a flushed shade of rosy pink, the delicate [dough] swollen, puffy and gleaming from the wetness trickling out. Ernestina smiled, "Look girls, I think Marty likes what he sees."

Marty and the mares looked down in unison to find him [smiling happily]. His [grin] may have only been 16 inches long, but being nearly 3 and half inches in diameter more than made up for it. "Oh my goodness.." Esmeralda chirped, her forelegs folding to lower her upper body to the floor. Marty let out a soft [giggle] as Esmeralda began to lavish his [cheek] with warm strokes of her tongue.

Esperanza looked appalled that Esmeralda of all mares would do such a thing, but eventually the tingling beneath her tail was becoming impossible to ignore and she hesitantly went down to join her sister, not entirely sure how to do this right.

Marty [giggled again] and flexed his hips,"Ugh, [that tickles!] girls..." he closed his eyes. The sensation of their delicate tongues was dizzying and feared he would [guffaw] on the spot. A sudden whiff of female [ice cream] hit him and he opened his eyes to find Ernestina's dripping [mochi] in front of his face, "Don't forget me Marty."

He responded with a long wet lick that [made her happy to share her snack with a friend]. His tongue teased and tasted her [soft dessert], each stroke making her [chortle] or [cackle] and sometimes a bit of both. He didn't know what he was doing, but he took pleasure from the [joyful] noises she made.

Down below, Esperanza pulled back and turned her attention to Marty's heavy [saddlebags], each about the size of a [standard purse]. Her body clenched at the thought of how much [oats] he would [feed] her with and she [nibbled] as much of them into her muzzle as she could fit.

Marty gasped and bucked, a spurt of [drool] shooting from his flared [smile]. His sudden movement made him force his tongue into Ernestina's [cold mochi], making her shout his name, "Marty! P-please I can't take anymore, [the ice cream is melting, use your spoon!]."

The other mares whinnied in protest, "But i'm the one that brought him!", "And? I technically got this all started!" The two argued back and forth, but Marty was already stepping closer to Ernestina, rubbing his velvety chin along her rump and back, giving her soft nips here and there. She couldn't keep still at all; shuffling on her hooves, quivering, and she felt hot from head to hoof. She was more than certain she was sweating through her pristine white coat. Marty reared up and settled over her back, nudging the [his spoon against the melting ice cream], "Fuck...Ann its been a long time for me, I might get too [much ice cream everywhere]. If it gets to be too much, let a zebra know okay?" All she could manage was a weak nod, her voice coming out strained, "Please.." Marty surged forward his [spoon burying into the frozen treat].

Ernestina's scream stopped Esperanza and Esmeralda's argument in its tracks. They watched with rapt attention as Ernestina appeared to be [celebrating] just from the insertion and Marty was [scooping] away like it was his last. His aching [saddlebags] slapped against her soft underbelly sending jolts of [happiness] all the way up to his spiky mane. He leaned forward to hold onto her mane with his teeth, the sound of [rapid scooping] covering the ragged breaths they were taking and barely a moment later Ernestina was [celebrating] again, her [dessert] squeezing Marty's plunging [spoon]. Esmeralda paced, the look on Ernestina's face; tongue hanging out ,eyes rolled and ears pinned back, she wanted that and couldn't stand to wait a second more.

After her sister's third screaming [celebration] Esmeralda bit into Marty's neck, "Marty I can't stand it please, shes had enough, I want [you to try my dessert]."

Marty stuck his lip out, not fond of the idea of pulling out [his spoon], though he certainly didn't want to [get full] before getting to each of them. He dragged his wet [spoon] out and Ernestina slumped to the floor, shuddering and gasping for breath. Marty turned to Esmeralda expecting her to point her tail end toward him, but instead she lay down and rolled onto her back. "I...like it this way." she said softly, her muzzle turning pink again.

'Mmf, I think I like it this way too.' Marty thought. The view was not just good, but looking between her legs, he could see the soft mounds of [two banana nut muffins and right below them, a steaming banana pudding].

Esmeralda was about to ask what he was doing when she saw him kneel down, but lost her voice when his mouth latched onto her [muffin]. He tested the soft [bread] with lips and teeth, the noises coming from the mare making him so [hungry] it began to hurt. He drew back and assumed a more human position on his knees and rested his [spoon] right between her white [muffins], slowly thrusting [between their fluffy crevice]. Esmeralda gaped at the size of [his spoon] against her belly. Surely she wouldn't be able to trot straight in the morning, but she was far from caring.

Marty loved the silky, warm sensation between her [muffins], but need prompted him to finally place his [spoon] at her trickling [banana pudding]. 'Fuck...its so hot, whats this girl's [recipe]?' he thought as he began to push. Esmeralda lost all sense when Marty's [spoon dipped] its way inside, letting out an odd yelp, her forelegs thrashing wildly as if trying to find something to hold onto.

Despite never having tried this position, Marty took to it with zest, resting his weight on the backside of her legs with his hooves. Esmeralda and Ernestina may have been identical, but there was something about the deepest part of Esmeralda's burning [banana pudding] that really felt good over the [bowl] of his [spoon] and he was determined to keep feeling it, angling his hips so that his [spoon got deep enough to reach the Nilla Wafers at the bottom].

Esmeralda had been writhing and squirming under him for only 5 minutes before abruptly stilling. Marty, convinced that he had done something wrong, was pulling away with an alarmed expression when Esmeralda's hindlegs suddenly locked around his waist, her neck arching off the floor as she [dabbed] with a loud shriek. Marty gritted his teeth, the pressure from her [steamy pudding dessert] nearly [making him dab too]. He shifted his himself and the mare [dabbed] again and Marty felt something hot spurt around his [spoon], soaking his [sweet tum tum and saddlebags]. 'What the-!' He tried to pull away, but any movement, no matter how slight, seemed to send the mare [dabbing] again. Finally after a few minutes Esmeralda went limp from exhaustion. Marty quickly pulled out [his spoon], making her [dessert] squeak and shoot another squirt of the odd liquid. Marty kneeled down and inspected it, '...well it ain't pee. Thats all that matters to me.'

He looked around, Ernestina seemed to had fallen asleep, Esmeralda was passed out with a puddle of her own [pudding] under her rump, and Esperanza...wait, where is she? Something heavy hitting his back sent Marty sprawling to the floor, making the zebra yelp in surprise. He managed to wriggle onto his back, just to find it was Esperanza pinning him to the floor, "Esperanza?! Girl have you lost yo damn mi-!" His protests where silenced with Esperanza's tongue pushing into his mouth. The mare seemed ravenous, licking every bit she could reach, before drawing back and biting his lower lip, "Watching you [enjoy my sisters' cooking] like that has made me just so..i've never felt it this bad." Marty noticed now that Esperanza's [syrup heavy flan] was mashing into his stomach. She was more than ready, soaking his coat [with syrup] until it dribbled down his sides. The mare lifted herself up, and wrapped her foreleg around Marty's [spoon] then glided her wet [flan] along the length of it, [its] wetness quickly making it slippery. Marty [tittered], his poor [oat laden saddlebags] had to be purple by now from all the start and stops. 'Hnng, c'mon Esperanza, I can't take it anymore. Birds gotta fly, fish gotta swim, and zebras gotta [eat delicious confections].' Esperanza giggled and moved off him, "You're right, where are my manners." She trotted towards the stalls, Marty looking on in confusion until she came back carrying a few thing and dropped them at Marty's hooves. She could barely keep eye contact with him, "Please make use of these."

Marty's eyebrows went up, 'Damn, who knew this one would be the kinky one. I hope I get this right'. He stood on his hindlegs and began to work a bridle bit into her mouth, then put the blinders over her face. With that done Esperanza walked over toward the stalls and propped her forelegs over one of the wall sides. Marty's [spoon] gave a hard throb. He never thought of horse gear as [sensible] up until now. Only one thing remained. He reached down and placed his hoof over the riding crop and secured it with a rubber band. He stood on his hindlegs and walked over to the waiting mare, noting with satisfaction that her round flanks were trembling, "You ready baby?" Esperanza nodded... CRACK! The riding crop came down on her right flank and she squealed. "Don't just nod girl, say what you want from Daddy Stripes." He chuckled inwardly, 'Now thats a good pimp name...wait, shh stay on your game Marty, focus.' Esperanza squirmed, "I...I want your [spoon] in my [donut]." Marty's mind went blank,"You...want what?" The mare lifted her tail. Her [donut] was a vibrant pink [glaze with sprinkles] and twitched slightly. Marty, though extremely confused as to why she would want [him to eat finger foods with a spoon], found himself placing the [tip of his spoon] at the small, inviting [baked good]. "Um Esperanza are you sure this can work?" She rapidly nodded and shuffled impatiently, "Yesyes, you just have to [eat it] really slow." Marty was hardly convinced, but he carefully began to [scoop].

Marty's squeezed his eyes shut, this was almost too much. Who knew putting his [spoon] into a [donut] would be like this. He was already panting when his massive [spoon] finally [reached its destination], making her [cheer loudly]. Marty's [saddlebags] were churning, if he didn't [empty them] soon, he was certain they were going to pop [the fragile seams], but he promised to take it easy. [Scoop] by [scoop] and minute by minute went by until his [spoon] finally met her plush [jelly center]. "Whoowee, Esperanza..ugh..damn girl." He ground his hips in a circle, unable to hold back and started jerking his hips in rapid, short jabs. Esperanza went wild, the formerly prim and polite mare shouting and screaming expletives at the ceiling, "GOD YES, [CONSUME] MY [DONUT] YOU MONOCHROME MOTHER FUCKER!" Marty was initially caught off guard by the sudden change in demeanor, but he didn't miss a beat and cracked the riding crop over her flank, "Be quiet! You'll wake everyone on the train." Esperanza squealed at the blow, "Another, give me another Daddy Stripes!" Marty wasn't sure what this was, but it was getting him going and he kept pummeling her [sweet treat] with [spoon] and crop until he finally felt her [dessert making him full] as she [celebrated feeding her friend]. 'Fuck, [my saddlebags are ripping]' Marty's [spoon] gave a hard throb and he reached out and hooked his hoof onto Esperanza's reins, yanking roughly for leverage and crushing his hips into her ass ["oh pardon me, I wasn't watching where I was going]. His [saddlebags] finally gave up their load, erupting from his [pouches to spill all over the floor and nowhere else]. He stamped his hooves and snorted fiercely, a seemingly endless series of jets of [oats] emptying [like I said, onto the floor] until it began to audibly splash onto the floor. Marty gave a shuddering gasp, and collapsed over her back, his cheek resting against her neck where he could feel her racing pulse.

The two of them only breathed for a minute until Marty finally spoke up, "..Esperanza, you don't know how glad I am I left that zoo." ...Marty's ears perked...no response..."Did you hear me Esperanza?" The only answer was a soft snore. Marty chuckled under his breath, 'Thats a dang shame.' He kissed the mare between the ears, then carefully pulled away and did the same for the others before settling into his stall. 'Home sweet home.' he thought as he drifted into the best sleep a striped stud could ask for.