> Flip Flop
>  by Some Leech
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“So, winner gets first?” Copper asked, incredulously eyeing the svelte zebra standing on the opposite side of the table.

“If you insist on both of us having a turn, yes. Honestly, I don’t know why you’d even bother, since I’m clearly the expert here…” Haan smugly replied, smirking at the pre-reformed changeling drone.

“As if! Just because your ass is stuffed with cock constantly, doesn’t mean you know how to fuck someone!” Copper shot back, scrunching his snout.

Roughly a week ago, the duo had held a competition to see who was the better bottom. Having consulted with Leech, a sprightly and whorish mare they’d had the misfortune of befriending, they’d been dragged off to a rather infamous bar, pantsed, and fucked senseless by a number of patrons. It wasn’t like either had particularly minded, although the contest had ended with a draw.

After regaining their senses, and giving themselves a few days to recuperate, the pair of randy stallions decided to readdress their dispute. With Leech and her seemingly endless well of depravity absent, and having a lack of volunteers to dick them down, Haan and Copper chose to go with an alternative method. Deciding to abstain from pursuing the debate of who was better at getting fucked, they ultimately settled upon who was better at fucking.

As such, the duo rented a hotel room and enacted their plan. Of course, all things being fair, they decided to take turns. First one would rut the other, displaying their skills in the carnal arts, then their opponent would get a turn, after a brief recovery period. Seated across from one another, at a coffee table, they gazed down at a coin.

“Alright, call it,” Copper intoned, plucking the bit from the wooden surface - with that, he flipped the metal disk into the air.

“Heads,” Haan sighed, disinterestedly flicking the blue streaked mane from his face. Though he was, in fact, a changeling himself, he often paraded around as a femcoltish zebra stallion, replete with sapphire stripes in his hair.

As the coin landed, clattering onto the table, the two stallions awaited their fate. Ultimately, the bit fell flat, settling with the Princess’ face pointing upward. The drone knit his brow in consternation at the outcome, while the zebra proudly sat back and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well, I guess that means you get first,” Copper groaned.

“Naturally,” Haan began, getting to his feet. “Now, be a good little bug boy and thicken up a bit. Trust me, you’ll want the extra cushion.”

Copper watched, as his companion began to disrobe, displaying his strikingly striped aesthetic. Pushing himself from the table, he stood and started unbuttoning his shirt. As he undressed, he focused his metamorphic powers, plumping his thighs and rear, while slimming his waist and shoulders. Normally, his build was comparable to any other stallion, although it wasn’t difficult for him to shift into a far more effeminate form.

Fiddling with his pants, wiggling them over his now curvy legs and rump, he wrestled with the garment. “So what are you…” he trailed off, peering at his friend. To his amazement, Haan had adopted a hulking, chiseled physique. Unlike the slender equine he was so familiar with, the zebra was now a massive, muscle bound stallion; a virtual pillar of masculinity.

“At a loss for words, I see. Well, it’s not like you’ll be doing much talking anyways,” Haan chuckled, stepping over to the now dwarfed drone. “Now, be a good colt and bend over…”

Gulping, caught off guard by the turn of events, Cooper acquiesced. Tossing the remainder of his clothing to the floor, he pressed his hands against the table and presented his derriere. Judging from the bulge in Haan’s pants, he was in for one hell of a ride. Peering over his shoulder, watching the now massive stallion approach, his heart began to race.

“I have to admit, you do have a delectably plump tush,” Haan noted, eyeing the drone’s obsidian rear. 

Reaching down, ripping the tearaway pants from himself, a titanic log of onyx flesh at his loin flopped free. While he preferred to be on the receiving end of things, he wasn’t opposed to occasionally plowing someone senseless. Stepping over to the Copper, kneeling down before the changeling’s cushiony behind, his muzzle crept forward.

“Did you bring any - Eeep!” Copper squeaked, feeling something long and sinuous dig into his ass. Acting on instinct, he splayed his legs and pressed back into Haan’s face. Unexpected or not, he’d always had a weakness to a good rimming.

With his snout sandwiched by Copper’s cheeks, Haan’s tongue slithered into his friend’s pucker. Caressing the drone’s thigh with one hand, he stroked himself with the other. Eating ass, beyond a satisfying hobby in and of itself, served a dual purpose; not only would it provide some much needed lubrication, but it would also loosen the hole he was about to pillage.

Groaning to himself, as Haan’s tongue writhed around in his derriere, Copper rocked his hips. His stallionhood, paling in comparison to his partner’s mammoth tool, swayed between his legs. Impending fucking aside, the zebra’s tongue was divine. His hand slipped downward, around his waist, where it began leisurely fondling his hardening length.

Noticing the subtle movement, Haan pulled away. “Well then, since you’re so eager, why don’t we just begin,” he murmured, licking his lips. Pushing himself upward, and giving Copper’s backside a firm smack, he repositioned himself. Wetly slapping his member against the ‘ling’s tush, letting it settle in the cleft of the lad’s ass, he hotdogged himself. “Beg for it…”

“B...beg?” Copper stammered, glancing backwards.

“Good subs always beg for a nice, juicy, fat cock,” Haan tutted, waggling a finger at his companion.

“P...please…” the drone sputtered, his pulse racing. As if the rimming hadn’t gotten him a little worked up, the heat and weight of the zebra’s junk on his rear was really getting his blood pumping.

“Please what?” Haan chortled, prodding the femcolt’s entrance. 

In his opinion, any bottom worth their salt didn’t need to be. Proper subs, like himself, would assert themselves by lavishing and worshiping the biggest, most dominant stallion present. Hell, he’d seduced supposedly straight males before, so Copper didn’t have an excuse. With that in mind, since his partner hadn’t taken the proper initiative, he thought a lesson would be quite fitting.

“I want your f...fat zebra cock,” Copper whined.

“But it’s already on your ass,” Haan laughed, slapping it against the changeling’s tush. “Unless you want it somewhere else…”

Growing frustrated, Copper released his equipment, reached back, and prized his cheeks apart, proudly displaying the glistening black pucker between them. “I want you to fuck my ass!” he pleaded.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Haan shuffled forward and brought the crown of his stallionhood to his friend’s entrance. Pressing the fat, blunt head to Copper’s backdoor, he gradually started applying more and more force. “You might - Mmmph - want to hold on for this,” he groaned.

“Hold on for whaaaaaa!” Copper’s question devolved into an incoherent cry, as Haan’s tip forced its way inside of him. Mercifully, the rimmed head of Haan’s member was broader than all but the base of its shaft, so the worst of it was over, or so he thought…

Grasping the drone’s hips, with the tip of his tool trapped held firmly in place, Haan steadied himself. “Now, deep breath…” he whispered, grinding himself into his friend.

Copper gnawed his lip, trying desperately to remain silent. He wasn’t sure if the zebra was the biggest thing he’d ever had in his ass, but it sure as hell felt like it. Resting his head on one arm, he did his best to relax himself. As per their agreement, he was at his companion’s mercy - at least, for the time being.

Just as Haan began to notice the tension on his shaft ease, he slapped Copper’s ass, eliciting a yelp from his friend. “There you go, really squeeze down on it,” he muttered. His plunge drew to a halt, just shy of his medial ring. He had every intention of hilting himself, of course, but not before having a little fun. “Now, fuck yourself on it…”

Maybe it was Haan’s tone, or the strong set of hands on his hips, but Copper nodded and complied. Rocking back, he slowly pistoned himself on the zebra’s stallionhood. The sensation of having something so monstrous digging into his guts was, in a word, intense - not in a bad way or anything, just sort of breathtaking. Suddenly, just as he was beginning to get his rhythm, he felt his hand being pulled away from his crotch.

“Here, I’ll help,” Haan purred, snaking one hand around Copper’s waist. Wrapping his fingers around the drone’s tool, he draped himself over his friend’s back. “I want you to make a mess, it’ll make more for you to lick up once we’re finished,” he breathed, wanking his effeminate chum.

While Copper had never known Haan to have a domineering streak, he sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Between the dirty talk and massive dick milking his prostate, he was having a hard time maintaining composure. With both hands free, and with the growing compulsion to further sate himself, he cyclically rocked his hips forward and back, while he rutted himself on the zebra.

“That’s the spirit,” Haan murmured, thrusting forward to meet his friend’s motions. As the moments passed, and Copper’s speed increased, he found his medial ring continually bumping against the drone’s hole. Rearing his hips back, grinning to himself, he slammed his waist forward.

Copper gasped, as the girthy remainder of Haan’s member rammed inside of him. The battering ram-like head snaked deep into his bowels, while his companion’s weighty nuts smacked against his substantially smaller coin purse. His movements slowed, feeling the thick ring bludgeon his sweet spot, causing pre-cum to ooze from his prick. After giving him a second to adjust to the additional intrusion, Haan gradually resumed rutting his ass.

Lying atop the changeling, pumping hips, Haan released a contented sigh. Truth be told, it had been ages since he’d indulged in fucking a smaller male. Copper’s velvety interior, wrapped snugly around his length, was quite accommodating, even if it had taken a bit of warming up. Working the drone’s member in his hand, massaging the delicate underside with his index finger, he plowed away, losing himself to the moment.

Realizing he’d been holding his breath, overcome with the mounting pleasure, Copper groaned in tune with Haan’s thrusts. Though he hadn’t intended to sound marish, his own effeminate mewling only served to heighten his arousal. Yeah, he could see why his friend was such a slut for this sort of treatment. Pining for more, steeling his resolve, he pushed back into his partner, relaxing himself with each plunge and clamping down on the backstrokes.

“You’re - Mmmnn - pretty good at this,” Haan moaned, creeping closer and closer to his limit. He told himself it was his lack of practice with the matter, although Copper’s light sighs and succulent interior were more pleasant than he’d assumed they’d be. Regardless, he quickly gave in to his impulses and began jackhammering away.

“Oh fuck!” Copper cried, his body rocking violently with the force of Haan’s thrusts. Despite his best efforts to keep up, there was no way that he could, considering their difference in size and strength. Resigning himself to stay standing, bracing himself for all his worth, he endured the assault.

“G...gonna,” Haan growled, through clenched teeth. His hips were a blur, pounding the femcolt’s tush with reckless abandon, before he fully hilted. His balls churned, sending a torrent of spunk up and through his length. The head of his stallionhood flared, expanding outward and locking itself within his friend’s gut, just before it discorged a miniature tsunami of foal batter into the drone’s insides.

The heat and sublime pressure welling within Copper, not to mention the throbbing cock plugging his hole, pushed him over the edge. Mewling like a harlot, his  jizz spattered over the floor, while his pucker seized around the meaty pillar entombed within him. The sheer weight and volume of the load being deposited inside of him caused his belly to sag, expanding to the point where he could pass for a pregnant mare.

“I forgot how fun what was,” Haan wheezed, giving the changeling’s cheek a peck.

“Uh-huh,” Copper wearly croaked.

“How about you go get cleaned up. After you’re done, I’ll shower and then you can have your go - if you’re still feeling up to it, that is,” the zebra haughtily laughed, retracting his hips and hauling his softening member from the drone’s abused rear.

Nodding numbly, Copper pushed himself upward. Despite doing his best to clench his battered pucker, a trail of cream crept down his inner thigh, standing in stark contrast to his obsidian hide. On unsteady legs, he shambled to the restroom to wash himself and hopefully recover a bit of his strength. He’d have a tough time matching the ferocity and intensity of Haan’s breeding, though he’d made a few plans of his own.

In short order, the drone and zebra were able to shower themselves off, each resting while the other got cleaned. As Haan was occupied in the bathroom, Copper set himself to work. Chugging an energy drink, praying it would help see him through his trial, he closed his eyes and concentrated.

Willing his body to transform, Copper’s muscles and bone structure started to swell and expand, morphing his physique into that of an Adonis. His stallionhood ballooned outward, nearly tripling in length and girth, as he augmented his equipment. With his metamorphosis complete, he walked over to a standing mirror to appraise his work.

Now comparable to Haan’s bulked state, he nodded to himself, pleased with his efforts. Flexing a bit, unused to taking such a large form, the sound of a door clicking drew his attention away from his reflection. As the zebra stepped into the room, toweling his head dry, Copper rushed to the bedside and retrieved a satchel he’d brought with him; digging inside, pulling out a fistful of garments, he tossed them at his friend.

“Here, put these on,” Copper calmly stated.

Peering downward, Haan knit his brow. “Really? Are we really doing this?” he lamented, stooping low and plucking the two-piece micro bikini from the floor.

“Mmmhmm,” the drone boastfully hummed, seating himself on the edge of the bed.

“Ugh. Fine!” the zebra groused. Expertly slipping the top over his chest, he stepped into the thong. Pulling the bottom up his legs, the elastic material nestled over his now regularly sized package.Though he was loathe to admit it, the neon pink colors contrasted marvelously with his coat. “There,” he huffed, moodily cocking his hips, “happy now?”

Assessing his partner from head to toe, seating himself on the side of the mattress, Copper nodded contentedly. Unlike himself, Haan had a naturally sissyish look, so there was no need for him to reconfigure his physique. Gazing over the striped stallion, taking in his curves and soft features, was enough to send a shiver through his loins. Lethargically, like a beast roused from its slumber, he felt himself start to stiffen.

“How about you come over and have a seat,” he kindly suggested, shuffling over and patting the empty space beside him.

Rolling his eyes, Haan begrudgingly sauntered over, swaying his hips as he went. As he moved closer, his eyes strayed to the vascular appendage on the drone’s crotch. Despite himself, his mouth began to water, and tingle ran up his spine. While it likely wasn’t the largest beast he’d seen, it certainly looked appetizing enough.

Sitting down beside the sculpted and impressively built changeling, he fidgeted in place, making himself comfortable. A pair of fingers danced over his back, tracing the stripes on his torso, causing him to look over to his friend. Fighting the urge to make a snide comment about Copper’s soft touch, he turned his head away, only to feel a hand slip under his chin.

Turning the zebra to face him, Copper peered into the striped stallion’s golden eyes. “You really are beautiful, did you know that?” he whispered.

The sweet statement, completely catching Haan off guard, left him at a loss for words. As Copper’s hand glided over his jaw, to the back of his head, he found himself pulled into a passionate embrace. Impulsively, he pressed himself against his friend’s large torso, savoring the sensation of their tongues warring with one another.

It was exceptionally uncommon for Haan to be treated so amorously. Often times, he would find himself being fucked in cars, alleys, bathroom stalls, or even in front of a crowd of partygoers, so the doting, almost loving attention sent his heart aflutter. His equipment twitched, straining against its confines, as it took note of the heat of the moment.

Pulling back slightly, freeing his muzzle, Copper smiled. “Be a Dear and get the lube from my duffle. I wouldn’t want my lover to be uncomfortable, would I?” he purred, pecking the zebra’s snout.

Haan dumbly nodded and leaned over, rifling through his companion’s bag. There was something undeniably erotic about Copper’s tone and soft, yet strong touch. While part of him was cognizant it was an act, another part of him was desperate for more of the treatment. Retrieving the bottle of slick liquid, he sat back up and handed it to the drone.

“Thank you,” Copper fondly stated, taking the bottle from his companion’s relatively slender hands. “Now, sit on my lap,” he cooed, reclining ever so slightly.

Doing as he was asked, Haan moved onto Copper’s lap. The semi-errect length of ‘ling meat nestled against his bottom, but that wasn’t what had him distracted. A powerful arm wrapped around his back, supporting him, while the changeling squeezed some of the viscous substance onto the digits of his free hand. Peering down, between his legs, he watched his friend reach towards his loins.

Slipping his hand between the zebra’s thighs, Copper slid a finger into Haan’s backside. Massaging Haan’s prostate, eliciting a subtle groan from the marish stallion, he suppressed a giggle. The first digit was eventually joined by a second and third, while he milked his squirming companion.

“Such a good girl,” Copper sighed, glancing down at his partner’s blushing face.

“I...I’m not a - Mmmm!” Haan’s protest was cut short, as the drone frenched him yet again. Hating himself for it, he realized he was putty in Copper’s hands. Sitting there, being fondled and kissed by his friend, his passion soared. It was all he could do to shake and wriggle in the changeling’s grasp, yearning for more.

“Does my Princess want more?” Copper softly asked, retracting his head.

“Y...yes, please,” Haan blurted, the flames of his desire burning brightly.

At the zebra’s plea, Copper readjusted himself. Hefting his friend upward, bringing Haan’s rump above his now freed tool, he grinned. With glacial speed, he lowered his partner, slowly impaling the lad on his shaft. With the silken interior accepting his girth, he sighed, enjoying the sensation of his length sinking deeper and deeper into the femcolt.

Held firmly in Copper’s arms, with his insides being absolutely stuffed with stallionhood, Haan tweaked and played with his nipples. The position he was in wasn’t really conducive to jacking off, nor did he feel the immediate need to; if he was going to be fucked like a Princess, he was going to eventually cum like a Princess.

“Darling, you feel heavenly,” Copper reverently noted, continuing his romantic assault. Contrary to Haan’s rough and thorough manhandling, he found that lovemaking was the ideal way to fuel the flames of passion.

Copper’s bulked form easily allowed him to fuck the zebra on himself, and he did just that. Raising and lowering Haan, tenderly squeezing his legs together, he committed himself. Much like he had done, when their roles were reversed, his friend clamped down around his member, squeezing it in his expertly trained backside.

Glancing down, noticing a supple black nipple peeking from Haan’s bikini top, Copper leaned his head downward and locked his lips around the sensitive bud of flesh. Bucking his hips upward, meeting the zebra’s descending tush, he suckled upon his friend’s deliciously flat chest.

Twisting and pinching his unaccosted nipple, Haan grasped the back of Copper’s neck. “H...harder,” he stuttered. The amorous treatment, the thick dick rhythmically plunging into his behind, the honeyed words, they were all proving too much to bear. Shamefully, though he’d conquered innumerable stallions in the past, his resolve was quickly crumbling.

“Of course, Dearest,” Copper muttered around his friend’s teat. Steadily, he picked up speed, lifting the willowy zebra and slamming him back down. Making a mockery of his companion’s efforts, he pounded his mate from below. Still, the sounds of Haan’s unintelligible moans, coupled with the masterfully applied grip to his member, were edging him closer to release.

“Dont...Don’t stop,” Haan urgently sputtered, bucking his hips longingly. Maybe he’d been wrong, maybe heartfelt intimacy was superior to the debased, primal fucking he was so used to. With his mind in turmoil, suffering a miniature existential crisis, he railed against his irrepressible release.

“Be a good girl and cum for me,” Copper hummed, gently biting down on Haan’s nipple.

Upon hearing the command, Haan folded. His stallionhood spurted seed over his abdomen and chest, spattering across his frame. Rocked to the core, shuddering violently in Copper’s grasp, he howled like a bride on her wedding night.

At the tipping point himself, Copper enacted the coup de grâce he’d planned. Leaning in, bringing his snout to Haan’s, he gazed longingly into his friend’s eyes. “Stars above, I love you,” he liltingly cooed, just before making out with the zebra for a third and final time. Hilting himself, he came.

The kiss, the passionate admission, and with the spunk flooding his ass, broke something within Haan. His eyes rolled wildly, as his orgasm redoubled in strength, pushing the very limits of his sanity. Never in all his years had he experience anything quite like it, and it left his body woefully unprepared for the maelstrom of rapture.

Much like he had done to Copper, filling the drone’s gut with cream, he felt his abdomen gradually swell. The eruption within him, adding to his cataclysmic ecstasy, threatened to rob him of his consciousness, yet he persevered. On some primal level, his body took note and clamped his tail hole around the length filling it, trapping the deluge of cum filling him.

Riding out their tandem climaxes, the two held each other close. Eventually, as their ecstasy began to subside, they pulled away from one another. Breathing deeply, each appraising the other, they wondered who would speak first. What had begun as a duel of sexual prowess had ended in something more.

“So?” Copper inquired, breaking the silence.

“That…” Haan began, choosing his words wisely. “That was pretty gay…”

The drone shrugged, easing the zebra off himself. His dong flopped free, followed by a stream of jizz, as he laid his friend to the side. Seizing the moment, Copper wrapped his arms about Haan and pulled him to his chest. They’d both been left satisfied, even if their methods varied wildly, so neither had any desire to complain.

“What are you -” Haan cut himself off, peering at the pleased look on the changeling’s face.

“Cuddling,” Copper hummed, wiggling against the zebra’s back. “Who doesn’t like cuddling after sex?”

“Hmmmph,” Haan indignantly huffed, in spite of scooching back against Copper’s chest.

Yet again, they’d found themselves at an impasse, with no clear victor. Still, even though their dispute hadn’t been resolved, there was no sense in wasting the afterglow of such a pleasurable experience. Basking in the euphoric warmth, they spooned and drifted off to sleep. After all, they would always settle their little squabble later…