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Classy's Vet Checks.,
A lovely new commission from Defilerzero featuring themselves eagerly waiting their turn after Ebonus gets their checkup.

(Never mind Sally she's still cumming from her earlier examination)

Quick story below. (yes, it's terrible)

"Enjoying yourself, are you?" the stoic yet commanding voice questioned.

"I imagine a shark being so smooth I'd slip in easily", he continued. "Of course, we would start with a few fingers."

True to his word, the "Vet" Classy proceeded with his "inspection".

"Usually I start with three and begin the stretching from there", his voice offering solace as each finger snuck its way up to the second knuckle deep.

"I can usually get a bottom like you pretty close to orgasm from just rubbing their prostate." Just as he suggested, he had found the shark's sensitive bundle of nerves.

Stroking a finger on each side of the lump. Plumping it up and making his subject shockingly aware now big it actually is, only for the middle finger to apply firm strokes to the sensitive bulb.

"That isn't just pre coming out of your cock.. I'm literally forcing cum out of you without an orgasm, and there is nothing you can do about it" The stallion postured before continuing to tease the poor shark.

After a few edges and a sample of their own juices firmly sucked from their "doctor's" idle fingers. Classy stopped teasing Ebonus and really started working his stretching game.

Moving up to four fingers, now in a straight line. Starting nice and easy, as he tried to splay them out inside. Switching from 4 fingers in one hand to two in each hand as he pulled the worked hole open a bit more.

More lube. And a bit looser. The four fingers returned, pushing deeper this time. Up to his third knuckle now, followed by Classy's palm, as his thumb still rested comfortably outside the tight ring.

Now with his hand flat inside, the stallion proceeded to experiment and see how much room he had inside this little treasure trove.

The intensity having waned, Ebonus's breathing slowed. Finally allowing them to relax, the Zebracorn, feeling the pressure on their fingers from the shark's ring loosening up, "it's time..." he thought to himself before pulling back out to the second knuckle. "We're ready to go for the final stretch," his inner monologue continued as Classy's fingers folded into a duckbill, his thumb now firmly folded into his palm as he began the slow march forward.

As the third knuckle approached the relatively tight sphincter. Ebonus hole is pulled in directions it never thought were possible. What definitely felt like fingers with their dexterity before, was replaced with the slow glacial pace of a stallion with experience and patience. The zebra's larger palm splits their subject even wider as they are 95% of the way there.

Classy stops. He looks at Ebonus's masked face as it tries to process the mixture of pleasure and discomfort as their body wants to complain, only to realise this isn't hurting. Classy has them, safely in the palm of his hand. Reading every little flinch and flicker of their face through their glass lenses.

"Deep breath..." the stallion commands as Eb instinctively inhales deeply. The breathing bag makes its presence known as it empties, pulling the mask tighter to their face and forcing more amyl (poppers) laced air to be drawn through what little breathing space there is. The metallic taste in the air warns them of the lurid additives and their upcoming effects.

As a poppers induced artificial warmth starts to flow over the shark's body, forcing it to relax as it does. Each finely toned muscle lets go as its mind begins to dance in its own little world with horny images both real and imagined.

Classy's calm voice cutting through the shark's horny dreamscape like a chainsaw in a peaceful forest.

"aaaand breathe out..."

Obeying without any conscious thought, Ebonus focused entirely on slowly pushing as much air from their lungs as possible.

With his charge relaxing their overstretched hole in the process, Classy capitalised on the moment. Pressing the last of his hand inside them. Fingers naturally curling into a fist as the last of his palm and thumb squeak past their tight entrance with the slightest pique of pain. Pushing the shark's sphincter to its very limit for the briefest of moments as the first orgasm streaks Ebonus' seed across the tiled floor.

Feeling like they have eaten a watermelon backwards, Ebonus's body tried instinctively to push the intruder out.

The stallion's other hand reaches over to the slowly panicking recipient's waist as he reassuringly rubs them

"Ssssshhhh, relax"

Wrestling with their own subconscious, eventually Ebonus calmed down enough to stop trying to push the titanically large foreign object out.

Realising instead that Classy is here inside them now, together, safe.

Finally, a long-time desire of being fisted has been achieved, and all it took was a visit to the local, and very horny vet.