Shining silently sulked, as he hid in one of the numerous locker room toilet stalls. It was bad enough that his father, Night Light, had insisted he join the football team, but he’d had no way of knowing it would be as terrible as it was. Even though he was pretty lousy at sports, preferring to spend his free time playing tabletop games or reading a comic book, that wasn’t the biggest issue.

The Canterlot High football team was, for the most part, composed of the most athletic young stallions the school had to offer - as such, nearly everyone was taller and far more capable than Shining. Getting knocked around during games, when he wasn’t benched, wasn’t what he’d call a good time at all. To make matters worse, the bumps and bruises weren’t his primary complaint - no, that revolved around what happened off the field.

Shining’s initial visit to the locker room, after his first evening of practice, was an eye opening experience. Honestly, in hindsight, he shouldn’t have been surprised by the sight which had greeted him, yet he’d been left speechless. Everywhere he looked, his teammates were nonchalantly undressing or showering.

Each of them was well toned, their bodies glistening with sweat from their labors, but nobody seemed to care. Many of them casually chatted, while they stripped out of their uniforms, or joked about this or that. Peering over the room, trying not to fixate on anyone in particular, Shining had begun to panic. Scampering into a vacant bathroom stall, he prayed that he’d gone unnoticed.

Pulling his feet up to himself, balancing on the toilet, his mind raced. How was everyone so informal about getting naked like that? Was it normal for the team to goof around while they showered? Why wouldn’t his heart stop racing?! Even with all those questions running around in Shining’s head, there was one other fact that he was reluctant to address. Throughout his perilously brief survey, his eyes had kept wandering towards their nethers.

Even among his teammates who weren’t fully nude, the bulging jockstraps of those left covered made Shining realize something. Not only was he shorter and more slim than his fellow stallions, but he was substantially smaller in the stallionhood department. The first time he’d tried on his athletic supporter had been emasculating enough, leaving the imprint of his junk virtually invisible, but comparing it to what he’d seen made it even worse.

Still, that didn’t explain why he’d been so captivated. It’s not like he was into guys - well, he didn’t think he was. That being said, there was no way he could deny he found the sight of so many tall, powerful, well hung stallions so bewitching. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he struggled to come up with some sort of plan.

Seated there, concealed within the stall, Shining made a promise to himself. The football season was only a few months, so he was pretty sure he could stick it out. If he could hide away after games, waiting for his ride, he’d be fine. After all, it was his senior year; all he had to do was get through his last two semesters, then he’d be home free to join the royal guard academy.

So it was that Shining began his rather timid routine. After a game or practice, he’d tuck himself away in a bathroom stall, out of sight, and wait until the locker room was cleared out. Once everyone else had left, he’d scurry out, hastily wash off, and change into his normal clothes, before his mother or father came to pick him up. It wasn’t ideal, often leaving him for nearly half an hour to kill with nothing to do, but it worked.

All things considered, it wasn’t all that bad. The team only held practice twice a week, and had a game every other week, meaning his life was pretty much the same as it ever was, although he had noticed a few subtle changes. Since joining the team, he’d occasionally find himself watching pornography, a not uncommon teenage act, yet something was different. Unlike before, when he’d been fixated on the mares involved, his focus had slowly shifted to the stallions.

Shining tried to justify it, of course, telling himself that porn without a well hung, beefy stud wouldn’t be worth watching at all, but part of him knew the truth. Their throaty groans, how they thrusted into their partners, the way the light played over their sculpted bodies. Whether he was conscious of it or not, he’d begun to imagine what it would like being with one of them, as opposed to being one of them.

Still, salacious proclivities and the inconveniences of the football team aside, nothing had really changed. He still had to deal with his parents, go to classes, and often found himself asking Twilight for help with his homework. As long as nothing drastic happened, he’d finish out his senior year in no time.

Hearing the locker room door close, Shining’s ears perked up. Holding his breath, he listened for any telltale signs of movement, but only silence greeted him. Slowly easing his feet to the floor, he quietly turned the lock on the stall and peeked out. Sure enough, it looked like everyone had left, leaving him to enact his modest ritual.

Stepping out of his hideaway, he made a beeline towards his locker. Setting his helmet on a vacant bench, he yanked his jersey up and over his head. Thankfully, he’d had plenty of practice with getting swiftly disrobed, so he’d stripped out of his gear and uniform in mere moments. Tossing the sullied apparel into a nearby bin, he paused. The last article to remove was his jock strap.

Pulling the garment down his alabaster thighs, letting it fall to the floor, he gazed down at his crotch. His little soldier really did look puny, in relation to the rest of the teams’. While soft, it almost looked like a little button, nestled above his tender coin purse. Hell, even when he was erect, it was only a scant few inches long. In contrast, a few of the stallions’ flaccid cocks dwarfed him at full mast. With a resigned sigh, he headed towards the shower area.

The washroom, located to the side of the locker area, was simple and functional. A number of shower heads dotted the tiled walls, with a large, grated drain in the center of the floor. Selecting a random spot, Shining turned the control knob, setting the water to warm. Thankfully, considering they’d just been used, a hot sprinkling of water immediately greeted him.

Quickly lathering up his mane, Shining set himself to task; massaging soap into his hair, he closed his eyes. Despite his odd post-game/practice procedure, he still enjoyed getting cleaned up. Blindly fumbling for his soap, he began lathering his arms and chest, woefully unaware that he was being watched.

“Hey, the girls’ locker room is down the hall,” a deep, sonorous voice called out, causing Shining to practically scream.

Wiping the shampoo from his stinging eyes, Shining wheeled around. With his back against the wall, abandoning his bar of soap, he covered himself. He was sure the room had been empty! Besides that, he hadn’t heard anyone sneak up on him! Regardless, whoever had interrupted his solitude drew closer, until a meaty palm rested on his shoulder.

“I’m just joking with you,” the intruder chuckled deeply, his laugh resonating throughout the room.

Shining gulped, realizing exactly whom he was facing. The voice belonged to none other than Buurta, the team’s quarterback. As his vision cleared, he found himself facing a broad, rippling, striped chest. Instinctively peering downward, his eyes widened, when he noticed a pendulous, onyx log of flesh swinging between the stallion’s thighs.

Beyond Buurta’s imposing size, he was actually a pretty nice guy. Despite having lackluster performance on the field, Shining had always received nothing but encouragement from the massive zebra. Sure, he may roughhouse with the other team members, often times laughing and joking, but he’d never done anything to cross him. Still, finding himself that close to the immense stallion left him at a loss for words.

Blushing and forcing himself to look away, Shining sidled to the side. As fate would have it, he only made it a foot or so, before he felt something grab his arm. Glancing up, he found the zebra smiling amiably down at him. Looming over him, with a friendly grin on his face, Shining cursed the stallion’s damnably good looks.

Ever since Buurta had transferred to their school, the mares had been all over him. Sure enough, within a matter of weeks, he’d started dating some pegasus girl, been drafted to the football team, and had ponies clamoring to be his friend. In spite of all that, while he may have been the envy of most stallions, he was actually a pretty nice guy.

“S...sorry, I was just getting washed up,” Shining numbly noted, realizing he had to say something.

“Not interested in showering with the team?” Buurta innocently asked, releasing the slender unicorn’s arm.

“W...well, I’m just used to s...showering alone,” Shining stammered, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Huh…” the zebra grunted, knitting his brow. “Here I was thinking you’d enjoy washing with us.”

The comment caught Shining off guard, leaving him curious. “How do you figure?”

“Well,” Buurta began, easing his back against the wall, “I’ve noticed you looking at us a few times, so I’m surprised you wouldn’t rather join us.”

Shining went to reply, but it felt like his mouth was full of sand. While he hadn’t openly oogled any of the other team members, apparently the quarterback had caught him sneaking glances here or there. Subconsciously, he may have eyed a few of them up, especially during his brief locker room excursions, although it wasn’t like he’d intended to. After all, who could blame him for appreciating the young, muscular physiques of his fellow players.

“My mistake, I’d only assumed you’d had some interest in something like this,” Buurta continued, gliding one hand down his chest, over his abs, and to the girthy root of his thick black tool.

Following the movement, Shining’s eyes settled upon the prodigious appendage. Dark, velvety skin covered its length, from trunk-like root to blunt crown. The thing had to be nearly a foot long, and it wasn’t even hard. Below it hung a pair of weighty dark testes, each roughly the size of a large orange. He shuddered, imagining the untold amount of spunk they could produce.

“See, I was right,” the zebra snickered, peering at the svelte lad’s groin.

Looking up to Buurta’s face, Shining followed the striped hulk’s gaze. Glancing downward, his cheeks went red. At some point, over the course of their encounter, he’d gotten a boner. Backpedaling, doing his best to conceal his shame, he quickly found himself pressed in the corner. On the verge of panic, he noticed the zebra holding his hands up in surrender.

“I meant no disrespect; in fact, I was hoping you held some interest in stallions. After all, you’d make a fine gabar,” Buurta sighed, drawing his attention.

While the zebra’s smooth, reassuring tone helped to calm Shining’s frayed nerves, he hadn’t understood the last word. “Gabar?” he parroted questioningly.

“Yes, it’s a word we use for stallions who fancy ways of a mare. Often times, they’re relatively feminine, not unlike yourself, and enjoy the company of larger, more dominant males,” Buurta explained.

“B...but I’m not gay,” Shining sputtered, in defiance of his racing heart.

“Are you though?” the zebra sincerely inquired, stepping closer.

Before Shining could react, Buurta reached out and covered his muzzle with a warm piece of cloth. Struggling for a moment, drawing a breath, and a shiver went up his spine. An overpowering scent danced through his nose, leaving him to shiver. Unbeknownst to him, the quarterback had enveloped his snout with his used jock strap.

“This is the smell of an actual stallion,” Buurta tutted, grinding the undergarment into the unicorn’s nose. He fought back a snicker, watching Shining’s eyelids flutter. “If you wish to be my gabar, I’ll allow it,” he added, slowly retracting his hand, “under one condition.”

While Shining was dimly aware of the offer, his head felt like it was spinning. Never in his life had he encountered such an astonishing aroma. His knees felt weak, his stallionhood throbbed painfully, and he found himself with an unquenchable thirst for more. Sniffing the remainder of Buurta’s ambrosial musk through his nostrils, he timidly peered up at his teammate.

“W...what’s the condition?” he timidly asked, fidgeting in place.

“If you are to replace my marefriend, you must dress like my marefriend. Come,” Buurta stated, turning and walking towards the lockers. He smiled to himself, hearing the sound of footfalls behind him. Approaching a bench, he pointed at an innocuous book-bag. “Her old uniform is in there. I’m pretty sure it will fit you, since you seem to be about the same size as her, so please get dressed,” he instructed, reclining against a row of lockers.

Nodding, Shining grabbed the bag and headed to a toilet stall. Everything was happening so fast, but he couldn’t help himself. The act of having been caught by arguably the most attractive stallion he’d ever seen was jarring enough, but the relaxed admission that Buurta may be interested in dating him had pushed him over the edge. As hormones flooded his brain, overriding his higher judgements, he stepped into the small room.

Opening the backpack, the only thing he could see was pink. Fishing garments out, one by one, Shining found a frilly skirt, crop top, a pair of leggings, and two pom-poms. The final item reminded him that the quarterback had been seeing one of the cheerleaders, but it didn’t matter now. He’d been politely asked to don the outfit, so don it he did.

Stepping into the skirt, hauling it upward, he wiggled and squirmed in place, until it rested over his hips. The top, fashioned from some elastic material, clung tightly to his torso; almost like a second skin. Lastly, resting against the partition wall, he pulled on each of the thigh high socks. Though didn’t have a mirror, he thought everything fit rather well, considering they were designed for a female.

Part of him realized it was silly, that Buurta may be pulling a prank on him, yet another, much more deeply seeded part prayed that the stud would be pleased. Taking a breath and steadying himself, after grabbing the pom-poms, he stepped out of the stall and walked back to where the quarterback was waiting.

Rounding a corner, spotting the nude zebra lounging on the bench, he felt his stallionhood twitch; it wasn’t until that moment that he realized his outfit was sorely lacking any sort of underwear. Before he could turn back away, Buurta noticed him and waved him over. With a gulp, he crept forward, painfully aware of the cool air gracing his bare nethers.

“Aaaaaaaah! So I was right! Come, my gabar, give us a little turn,” Buurta affectionately instructed, watching the femcolt draw nearer.

As directed, Shining stopped and spun in place. His pulse quickened, knowing that the stud was eyeing him from head to toe, appraising him as though he were a piece of meat. Coming to a stop, facing the stallion, he could feel his skirt grazing against the tip of his prick; but there was nothing he could do about it. Standing there, flustered beyond belief, he watched the zebra stand.

“I must admit, the uniform does wonders for you: the socks lightly dig into your thighs, how the skirt gives the barest glimpse of your rump, the exquisite colors, they’re all simply perfect,” Buurta murmured, walking over the feminine stallion. “If I didn’t know better,” he cooed, breathing hotly against Shining’s ear, “I’d say you were made to wear this for me.”

With that, Buurta reached down and firmly grasped the femcolt’s tush, sinking his fingers into one supple cheek. Shining yelped and dropped the pom-poms, as he was practically lifted against the quarterback’s sculpted chest. Besides finding his face pressed against the zebra’s torso, something hot pushed against his belly. Arching back, pushing himself off slightly, he peered downward and spied the fat obsidian tip of the stud’s shaft.

“He seems to have taken a liking to you,” Buurta snickered, flexing his length. Releasing Shining, and taking a step back, he placed his hands on his hips. “How about you get to know the little fellow…”

Squatting down, Shining acquiesced, bringing himself eye level with Buurta’s crotch. Leaning in, moving his face towards the semi-erect appendage, his sinuses were tickled with the alluring perfume of the unwashed stallion. In a word, the cock before him was magnificent. Such a divine tool begged - nay, demanded worship. His hands crept forward, reaching for the dark length of vascular flesh.

Wrapping his fingers around it, Shining was struck by just how heavy it was. Experimentally, almost cautiously, his fingers glided over its velvety exterior. Stroking his shaft, drinking in every vein and ridge, his free hand gently cradled one of the zebra’s hefty nuts; the thing had to be as large as his fist, and that was only one of them.

“There’s no need to be so shy. Here, let me just…” Buurta muttered, shuffling forward. Gingerly running his fingers through Shining’s mane, he ground his package against the smaller stallion’s face.

Finding his snout practically buried in between Buurta’s dick and balls, Shining suppressed a shudder. The musk was overwhelming, making him lightheaded. Continuing to fondle his partner, his tongue slunk out, dragging over the folds of sweaty hide. Salty, slightly sour flavors coursed over his taste buds, only magnifying his excitement. In truth, he didn’t even realize how much he was enjoying himself, until a deep, rumbling laugh drew his attention upward.

“I must admit, from this angle, you are quite captivating. Are you sure you’ve never pleasured a stallion before?” Buurta chuckled, cocking his head to the side. From his vantage, half of Shining’s face was obscured by his dong, but he didn’t mind; in fact, the sight of the demure alabaster unicorn’s ministrations were quite arousing.

Shaking his head, Shining chose not to answer, opting instead to kiss his way up the zebra’s shaft, towards its bloated head. A groan escaped him, as he ran his tongue around the ridged tip. Easing his head back, parting his lips, he prepared to commit himself. Though he’d never sucked a dick before, nor thought he ever would, all that was about to change. Just as he moved forward, Buurta shifted, stepping back.

“I believe that’s enough for now. As badly as I would enjoy watching you service me, I would be remiss for not showing you the benefits of becoming my gabar. Come, stand,” the quarterback instructed, turning towards his locker. Opening the storage compartment, he rummaged around and retrieved several items.

“Here,” the zebra began, tossing Shining a jar of pitch black liquid, as well as a small brush. “Before we begin, I’d like you to anoint yourself with stripes. It’s optional, so I wouldn’t be offended if you refuse. My ex never took an interest in it, although you can’t fault me for asking,” he said, awaiting the marish stallion’s reaction.

“So just paint myself like a zebra?” Shining asked, staring at the container.

“Yes. Given your coat, I believe the contrast would be quite appealing. It can be easily washed off, if that’s a concern. Frankly, I think you’d look rather fetching, should you present yourself like a proper gabar,” Buurta warmly explained.

Though Shining wasn’t sure what the benefits Buurta had spoken of were, the prospect of further delights spurred him to act; after all, he’d gone so far as to put on a cheerleader’s uniform and been a hair’s breadth from fellating a stallion already. Opening the jar, he dipped the brush into the paint and got to work applying black stripes to his exposed fur: around his arms, across his midriff, and over his thighs.

As he worked down his legs, going so far as to mark bands below his derriere, Shining noticed movement. Peering up, he slowed. Buurta, standing a few feet away, was idly stroking himself, as he watched the display. Finishing his task, getting more excited with every passing moment, he set the jar aside.

“So...What now?” he inquired, readjusting his clothing.

“Now you present yourself,” Buurta coolly intoned.

Shining gulped, realizing what was coming next. His eyes locked onto the zebra’s mammoth equipment, now standing fully erect. Having had no experience with receiving anal, he knew there was no way in Tartarus it was going to fit; considering the thing was as big as his forearm, if not slightly larger, it would be impossible for his virgin hole to accomplish such a feat. As the logical parts of his mind warred with his growing lust, he shifted uncomfortably.

“Shining, trust me, I have something which will help,” Buurta noted, observing the femcolt’s trepidation. Lifting his hand, he displayed a small, plastic bottle; its tip was vaguely conical, tapering to a slight point.

“Is that lube?” Shining chirped, spying some silvery liquid sloshing within the container.

“Amongst other things, yes. Now, if you would…” the zebra softly stated, motioning for him to proceed.

Surveying the area, Shining tried to find the best location to, as Buurta had put it, present himself. With next to no furniture, save for the benches, he opted to bend over and prop himself on a row of lockers. Without any padding available, it would likely be pretty uncomfortable, but he was stricken with an idea. Leaning over, retrieving his discarded pom-poms, he used them as a makeshift pillow, resting his head and arms against them.

“Very good,” Buurta purred, gazing at the shapely snow-white tush before him. Walking over, caressing Shining’s thigh, he eased the tip of the bottle into the lad’s ass.

A muted whimper escaped Shining, as he felt something cool and slick filling his bottom. The sensation only lasted a moment, before it was replaced by something far more intense. He gnawed his lip, as a digit wormed into his hole, rhythmically loosening his entrance. On instinct, he raised his backside, as a second finger joined the first.

“Good girl,” Buurta whispered, worming a third digit into the unicorn’s slickened tush.

Standing on his tiptoes, Shining found himself actually pressing back against the zebra’s hand. Whatever was in that lube was definitely having an effect. Instead of any pain or discomfort, the only sensations accosting him were those of pleasure and fullness. Groaning slightly, he ground his thighs together, giving in to the oddly enjoyable experience. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, he felt the fingers withdraw.

“W...why’d you stop?” he wheezed, keenly aware of the pre-cum leaking from his prick.

Before Shining could receive an answer, two strong hands pulled his legs apart, leaving him in a braced position. Something immeasurably large pressed against his rear, gliding between his cheeks. There was no question of what it was, nor what it was going to do to him. Silently, he tried to relax himself, awaiting the imminent penetration, yet nothing happened.

“Tell me what you want…” Buurta softly growled, tauntingly prodding the femcolt’s pucker.

“P...please,” Shining whined, wiggling his behind.

“Please what?” the zebra mocked, continually teasing the demure stallion.

“Please rut me,” Shining whispered, giving voice to his desires.

“As you wish,” Buurta groaned, steadily driving his hips forward.

Shining winced, as the pressure mounted on his entrance. Gritting his teeth, praying it would fit, he pushed himself backwards. In mere moments, his silent plea was answered; with a resounding pop, the first few inches of Buurta’s tool buried themselves into his ass, causing him to gasp in shock.

The sensation utterly eclipsed that of the zebra’s fingers, sending his mind into a tailspin. He felt insanely full, and that was only with a slight portion of the stallion’s girth occupying his rump. Mercifully, Buurta gave him a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Resting his head on his arms, he attempted to cope with the sensation.

Peering downward, appreciating the sight of his tool in Shining’s ass, Buurta smiled. Grabbing hold of his partners hips, steadying himself, he gave a little thrust, followed by a second and third. Slow to start, allowing the femcolt to warm up, he gradually delved deeper. Every plunge drove a bit more of himself into the unicorn’s colon.

“Oh Celestia,” Shining moaned, feeling the colossal tool working through his insides. The sensation was indescribable, to say the least. It was undeniably pleasurable, that much was for certain, even if it was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Pining for more, he rocked back to meet the zebra’s thrusts.

“Shining, you’re simply divine, so warm and snug. I trust my stallionhood satisfies you?” Buurta rumbled, incrementally picking up speed.

“Yes! Stars above, yes!” Shining mewled. Feeling the thick medial ring of Buurta’s length grind against his pucker, he feverishly pressed back to meet it, desperate to take every inch of the stud’s glorious cock.

“I must admit, your enthusiasm is quite inviting. Please, allow me to reward your efforts,” the zebra grunted. Rearing back, watching the femcolt’s hole cling to his retreating shaft, he rammed himself forward.

Shining’s eyes flew open, as the thick root of Buurta’s member burrowed inside of him. Snaking against his prostate, the girthy base forced his feeble stallionhood to leak uncontrollably. Now virtually hilted, the domineering quarterback began truly deep dicking him. Hauling virtually half his length out, leaving a limb sized hollow within him, Buurta slammed himself back inside. Again and again, the cycle repeated itself, as the quarterback endured.

Jolts of raw, unrefined bliss surged through his body, leaving him to drool like an idiot. It felt better than good, superior to any pleasure he thought possible. It almost felt like a climax was building, even though his nethers were left woefully neglected. Moving one arm, he slowly reached for his groin, before his partner’s motions ground to a halt.

“Do you wish to cum?” Buurta innocently asked, stopping Shining in his tracks.

Glancing over his shoulder, Shining looked to the zebra’s face. He blushed, although he wasn’t sure why. “I was just gonna -” his response was cut off, as the stud held up a hand.

“There are other ways. With your blessing, permit me to teach you,” Buurta gently stated. As the femcolt nodded, he grinned broadly. “Now, put your hands back where they were. I’ll let you cum like a true gabar,” he sweetly murmured.

With that, the zebra began viciously rutting his mate. In contrast to his kind words and affectionate tone, his actions were positively savage. Firmly gripping Shining’s hips, Buurta plowed the unicorn with reckless abandon, causing the smaller stallion to moan whorishly.

Being so viciously fucked, Shining’s member flopped about uselessly, dribbling pre to the floor below. Mewling incoherently, with saliva creeping down his chin, he swiftly lost himself to the moment. A sublime pressure was building within him, threatening to overwhelm his senses. A portion of him was frightened, fearful of what may happen, even though he desperately sought release.

Sensing Shining’s withering resolve, realizing he must be close, a wolfish smile crept across Buurta’s face. Angling his hips, directing his thrusts to impact the femcolt’s p-spot, he jackhammered into his partner. “Yes, now cum for a real stallion,” he chuckled.

Shining cried out in ecstasy, as he suffered through the most cataclysmic orgasm he’d ever had. Braying to the heavens, weakly spurting his puny load, he was overcome with bliss. Being bred, utterly dominated and owned was an epoch, opening his eyes to an entirely new realm of possibilities. With his legs quivering uncontrollably, threatening to give out, Buurta held him tightly.

With a triumphant roar, the zebra reached his peak, claiming his prize. Shining’s rapture soared to new heights, threatening to shatter his fragile sanity, while he was pumped full of virile seed. He could feel it, the deluge of spunk erupting into his ass. Though he felt like he was losing his mind, his body gleefully accepted Buurta’s gift. Clamping himself around the wondrous pillar of flesh, he milking every drop from the stallion, sending the seemingly endless flood deep into his gut.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Buurta stepped away, dragging his softening length from Shining’s abused hole. A weak dribble of jizz ran down the unicorn’s inner thigh, despite his attempts to keep it all contained. Slumping to the floor, the femcolt fell to his knees, catching his breath.

“I told you that you’d enjoy it,” Buurta cooed, stepping over and tenderly caressing the unicorn’s cheek. “I’m going to wash up and head home, but I’ll leave you a gift. Besides your additional uniform, feel free to keep the lube I used, just in case you find yourself yearning for some of that stimulation,” he continued, plodding towards the shower area.

Shining wearily looked over, spotting the bottle on the bench; beside it sat the quarterback’s jock strap. He knew his parents would be coming to pick him up soon, so he’d need to get clean and change, but that could wait. Shakily attempting to get to his feet, his legs buckled and gave out.

Cum drunk, slightly sore, and with a swollen gut, he steeled his nerves. Through the post-sex stupor, he needed an answer. Buurta had shown him the door to an entirely new world of possibilities, and he wasn’t going to be content until he knew his standing with the striped stud.

“Wait,” Shining croaked, causing the stallion to slow, “are we dating now?”

Glancing over his shoulder, Buurta turned. “I’d be honored to have you as a mate, even for a short time,” he purred, strolling back to the frail unicorn. Helping Shining up, he assisted the shapely stallion to the showers.

Shining’s heart swelled, hearing the admission. While it was true that he had no way of knowing what the future would hold, he’d had his worldview utterly rocked by Buurta. Wrapping an arm around the zebra’s chest, walking beside him, he hummed contentedly. Even if he was never going to be a star athlete, or likely ever contribute much for his team, he realized that, if nothing else, he’d be able to support his quarterback…