The Zoo/Pick the horse.
From Create Your Own Story
"You," you say, pointing to the tall, black stallion. The wolf snarls loudly and stalks away. The otter wanders off, dejected. "Did he call you Sampson?"
"Yeah, that's right," the horse says, starting to kneel astride you, but you hold up a hand, making him wait. You roll over, rising to your knees and elbows, and he obligingly lifts your scaly tail and rubs the blunt head of his massive horsecock against your slit, pushing gently as he works the head inside. You do your best to relax, glad that you're full of the bear's slippery cum as you feel the monster rod slide inside you, your whole body shuddering as he stretches the walls of your passage, plunging so deep you swear you can feel a bulge in your belly.
You buck, pushing back against him, your breaths coming in harsh, ragged gasps as he drills you with his thick cock. His hands grip your hips, his hoof-tipped fingers sliding over your smooth scales. This is even better than the bear, the shivering ecstasy thundering deep inside you. It's so different from fucking, without the aching need to finish, to cum. As the horse hammers you, driving you forward onto your belly, your muscles too weak with pleasure to hold you up, you get the feeling that this ride has no end, no destination, no climax. This will never end, as long as you can find someone to fill you ass, or your pussy, or whatever the fuck it is. At this point, you don't even care if you're male, female, or somewhere in between.
Suddenly, the horse neighs, throwing his head back as his cock pulses inside of you, spurting thick horse cum into your bowels. He slides out slowly, the head getting stuck in your opening before popping free with a splash of cum. You shudder and pant, your body weak and trembling, but you barely have a chance to catch your breath before you hear the patter of small feet running up to your tail. You glance over your shoulder at the little otter, looking at you with a hopeful expression on his whiskered face.
