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All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Doctor Richard Fullsom had been a successful psychologist for almost a decade before his marriage fell apart, his then ex-wife citing intimacy issues on his part as the root cause. It had been a major blow to his ego, Richard had always thought of himself as a caring and compassionate lover. But looking back on their marriage, he realized there was hardly any intimacy between he and his wife for almost a year at that point. So, with enough savings and security behind him, the good doctor pivoted and turned his practice in to becoming a sex therapist. His friends often joked he only did so as some sort of mid-life crisis. In reality however, Richard had never felt so content and fulfilled as he found he had a natural talent for it. He loved learning new things about intimacy and using them to help his patients, where he was unable to save his marriage, he soon ended up saving dozens of others instead.

Every morning the zebra, now with a bit of a belly and grey touching his once vivid black stripes, stood and recited his daily affirmation before his bathroom mirror in his fluffy royal blue bathrobe. “Fucking patients…” he uttered sternly, unable to resist a slight grin at his words. Most would assume he hated his patients or despised them in some way, what with the vehemence with which he uttered the statement, but to him, he knew that if his patients were fucking, he was doing a good job. It wasn’t until his newest case that Richard would find those words would come to mean something else entirely however.

Abigail Nielson, soon to be Abigail Stryde, if only she could get over her fear of intimacy. He had read her file dozens of times; it didn’t strike him as anything out of the ordinary. Abby was a young, healthy and fit vixen who just lacked the confidence to go all the way with her fiancé. She had seen all the doctors and physicians who all agreed there was nothing physically wrong with her, which eventually led her to making contact with doctor Fullsom. She looked rather attractive in the little photo attached to her file, so doctor Fullsom doubted he would have much trouble with building her self-confidence to the point where she would be able to perform. That was until she walked into his office that morning and the old striped stallion found himself staring at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Abby was perhaps a little on the short side, but she was stacked. Saying she had an hourglass figure was putting it mildly, her top strained with the full swell of her bust and her long flower-patterned dress did little to hide the perfect peach backside and shapely thighs of the vixen. She had a rich copper coloured coat with the usual black furred gloves and white tip of her tail. With her strawberry blond hair and vivacious dazzling green eyes, the vixen was absolutely captivating. He had heard the term before, but had just put it down to the typical male fantasy, but it fit her well. Abby was built to fuck; she had the perfect pornstar physique and then some. Even just a glance at her had his pants starting to feel a little tight, but he was a professional and would behave as such.

“Good morning miss Nielson, how can I help you today?” Richard asked in the most even and calm tone he could manage, with a friendly smile, as he tried not to stare at the gorgeous vixen sitting opposite him.

“Yes, hello, uhm…thank you for seeing me on such short notice” she began, even her voice had a natural sultry tone to it. Richard could very easily imagine her husky and somewhat smoky tones coming across a late-night radio station microphone, or even a sex hotline if he were being truly vulgar. Again, that tightness in his trousers returned as he listened to her describe her problem. “You see, I’m not a virgin, not really. I just haven’t had that much experience, and well you see, my fiancé is…well…he’s kind of…big” she stammered nervously. It wasn’t surprising she was so nervous and reserved when it came to the topic of sex and intimacy. In her file, it had stated she was raised very conservatively and had come from a religious background down south in the Bible belt. That did explain the slight twang in her words as well, he could tell she tried to hide it, but there was no denying there was a touch of Southern Belle about her.

“By kind of big, you mean…downstairs?” Richard asked, his ears perking briefly, but he quickly reined in his interest and tried to remain professional. He was meant to be here to help his patient, not indulge in his own vulgar fantasies.

“Yes, he’s hung like…well…like one of you…” she gestured towards the zebra, before blushing and quickly looking away.

“I see, go on” Goddamit, how could he not picture himself beneath her with her saying something like that. Richard quickly crossed his legs to hide the rather prominent bulge he was starting to sport. Thankfully he preferred somewhat more loose slacks than most, so there was a bit of give to the front of his pants. Though given the natural bulge he sported already, that wouldn’t hide his interest for very long.

“We’ve fooled around a few times, but I can tell he’s getting frustrated. I mean, I can’t even go down on him because I have this irrational fear, he’ll choke me to death” she began to explain, already tears were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. Which she dabbed at ever so daintily with her handkerchief so as not to ruin her perfect makeup. “Never mind actually letting him fuck me, I keep envisioning him impaling me like those old drawings from the medieval times with the soldiers on the spikes!” she whined pathetically, her hands next began to wring her bushy tail in her lap as she spoke.

“Alright, alright…calm down. None of that will happen, I assure you. What I want you to do is this…” Richard tried not to laugh at her explanation, she really had worked this up in her head to a panic. It was rather endearing to see the vixen panic over simple sex, even if her fiancé was hung like a horse. The next few minutes were spent calming her down and discussing a course of action, along with a list of guides and tutorials for her to follow. By the end of their hour-long session, Abby was looking far more relaxed and confident as she promised to practice everything he had told her to, along with offering his personal number in case she needed him for any emergencies.

It was barely a day since their first session when Richard got a message on his mobile one night, looking at the number he realized it was from Abby. The message just read “Yay!” and had a video attached. Richard paused the cooking show he had been watching while eating his dinner to investigate what his newest patient had accomplished, expecting a little video of her thanking him for his help perhaps. Of everything he was expecting to see, he certainly was not expecting to find Abby holding her mobile at arm’s length as she bobbed her maw up and down the bright purple toy he had recommended she get to practice. “I did it! Those tricks to control my gag reflex you told me worked!” the gorgeous vixen pulled off the toy long enough to say, seeming not to notice the drool dripping from her lips to her cleavage below, which jiggled and bounced as she hopped on the spot excitedly.

“Well done, keep practicing and you will be a pro in no time!” Richard replied, with one hand. The other was already stroking his raging erection as he replayed the video again and again, until he exploded all over his rich green cardigan with gold diamond pattern stitching. Goddamn, this was going to be a tough couple weeks of helping Abby overcome her hang-ups. As usually happened with a good climax, Richard soon began feeling guilty, thanks to his post nut clarity. He had crossed a line with his patient and abused her confidence by pleasuring himself to a very private video she had shared in order to show her success. But the horny teenager part of his brain could not get the image of the gorgeous vixen deepthroating a fake horse cock out of his mind. The way she almost gagged and choked on it, the look of determination in her eyes as she resisted the natural instinct to pull back and gasp for air…her fiancé was going to be a very lucky man.

Slowly the excitement began to wear off and Richard realized he was a grown man, now sitting with his limp dick out and his own cum spattered over his favourite cardigan. If only his ex-wife could see him now, she would certainly have a thing or two to say about his lack of intimacy then, surely. As he reached over to the side table beside his chair to grab a napkin, his ear flicked at the sound beside him.

DING!

It was Abby again, with another message. He hadn’t realized so much time had passed since her last message, apparently, he had gotten rather lost in his fantasies about her he had not noticed the passing of almost half an hour. The next message just said “Help!” with another video attached. Considering the contents of the first video, he should have known better, but Richard did not expect to be met by a full-frontal nude view of Abby as she tried to sink herself down onto the toy now. She had seemingly gotten enough confidence from being able to deepthroat the toy that she had jumped further along the practices he had suggested than she should have. Richard feared she might have just undone whatever progress she had attained before in skipping past his carefully planned out practice schedule.

“I can’t get any deeper, I’m scared!” she sounded distressed and uncomfortable, but Richard was having a hard time focusing on that. He couldn’t help but stare at the thick purple toy buried inside the gorgeous woman’s cunt as she lifted and lowered herself a few times, trying to go lower down, but unable to. She was completely nude now, affording him a full and unhindered view of her. Those full breasts of hers, with the little dark pink nipples capping their glorious mounds, heaved with every panicked breath. Her toned thighs flexed as she worked herself up and down the toy barely a couple of inches. Even the slight definition of her abdominal muscles was visible through the pure white fur of her belly. While her colouring was the textbook definition of a stereotypical fox, the body it wrapped around so perfectly was anything but. It was as if the Gods themselves had sculpted every inch of Abigail Nielson.

“That’s good progress, don’t rush and force yourself until you’re ready. Take it slow and steady” he replied, with one hand, again. Goddamn it all! He had never been able to get so hard again so soon after climax before, not even in his younger years, but watching Abby ride that toy was more than enough inspiration apparently.

“I can’t, our wedding is in a couple weeks and then…then our honeymoon!” the vixen replied back with an anguished voice note. “Isn’t there anything else you can do to help me? Drugs, hypnosis, anything?” she begged in another little follow up video clip. The way her gorgeous eyes stared into the camera melted his heart, she could have asked him to kill the President right then and he probably would have agreed.

It was as if a switch had been flipped in his head, he knew he shouldn’t, but it was for her benefit. At least that’s what he told himself, he was just doing this to help her. “I will clear my calendar tomorrow so we can work through this together. I want you to come to my house so it’s not so formal and you can relax, if you’re happy with that of course?” he shot back almost immediately. For a brief moment he cursed himself, knowing he had crossed a line and if she took it the wrong way, she could very easily end his career if she reported him for this. Thankfully, Abby agreed eagerly barely a few moments later, to which he sent her his address and the other details for their meeting.

The next morning, Richard’s doorbell rang promptly at nine, just as he had instructed her to. Upon opening the door, he was met by the sight of Abby standing nervously in her pink sweater over her white blouse and short pink skirt. She was carrying an oversized pink and white handbag, which matched her dress, that obviously contained the toy and a few other items he had requested. “First door on the left” The good doctor said as he ushered her inside and directed the vixen into his downstairs study. He already had the lights turned down, soothing incense burned in a small glass container at a corner of his desk and soft music played in the background. He had even closed the blackout curtains, to give them some privacy from the view of the street outside, which helped create a cozy secluded feeling in his office. The seating was much plusher and more comfortable here than in his office as he had more of a say on the furniture he would use here. There were two single chairs before his large oak desk, along with a classic lounger seat where he would soon have Abby lay back upon as he proceeded to hypnotize the vixen.

After years of studying psychology, Richard knew all the tricks to hypnotize his patients and had used it in the past. He had never considered he would need it with his current clientele, but he supposed in this instance it would work. The same as trying to help someone quit smoking through the use of hypnosis, he hoped he could overcome Abigail’s latent fears of intimacy and help her get past whatever it was that was preventing her from going all the way. As he rested his hands on her shoulders lightly, he couldn’t ignore the way her fur felt so soft and silky under his touch, she was soft but not too soft, she felt good in his hands as he slowly and patiently put her under. His voice remained an even and steady tone, speaking slowly and clearly as he made her count backwards.

Thankfully he had a good rapport with Abby, if he didn’t, he knew she wouldn’t have gone under so deep or so easily. As was standard practice when his patients went under, Richard first asked a series of questions to confirm they were truly under. They ranged from the simple things such as confirming her name, to more personal questions, such as the first time she had been intimate with someone. That information had not been in her file and she had not given much detail about it during their sessions, but under hypnosis, the vixen divulged that her first partner hadn’t been particularly big, but the pain of losing her virginity to someone so eager had been the root cause of her fear of big members. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had equated the pain caused by her over eager partner back then to simply be because of his size. He had been far smaller than her fiancé, so she feared the pain which would undoubtedly come from being with him, yet she loved him and wanted nothing more than to make him happy. With the questions answered, Richard was satisfied that Abby was ready to proceed with the next part of his plan.

“Move to the middle of the room and stand on one leg, arms outstretched to your sides” He first directed, now that he had her fully under his control. As expected, Abby did as told; she moved to the middle of his office and stood on one foot, with her arms outstretched in a t-pose. There were a few more minor tests he performed with her, just to ensure she was still fully submerged and under his control, even while performing physical tasks. By the time he had his hands under her top and was directly groping her tits, without the vixen so much as batting an eye, he knew she was under his control and he could proceed with his plan unhindered.

“Please kneel for me, Abigail. I would like to see how good you have gotten with your oral skills first” he directed, unable to hold back a grin when she did as told without pause or hesitation. The zebra leaned back against the edge of his desk and raised his brows when Abby began undoing his zipper without being told to do so. The look in her eyes was still blank and emotionless, indicating she was definitely still under hypnosis, so this response must have been buried somewhere deep inside her subconscious. Perhaps there was a slutty little vixen whore inside her after all, without her self-consciousness getting in the way, she was able to tap into that more primal side of herself.

Richard watched with an amused expression as Abby continued to undo his trousers and fish his stiffening prick out from his boxers, before she began to kiss and lick at his drooling tip. Goddamn her tongue felt so hot and soft as it swirled over and around his glans, even her small hands grasping about the base of his shaft felt good. Without warning, Abby suddenly plunged her hot little mouth down over his cock, swallowing him damn near completely. The striped equines eyes went wide as he stared down at the smaller vixen, her nose almost touching his groin while his thickness throbbed hard in her muzzle and throat. Abby simply stared straight ahead, as if this were an every day occurrence to her.

He could feel her swallow around his member every time her throat flexed and squeezed down around him, even his ex-wife had never managed to do this with him and she was a mare! The way her mouth and throat were working his cock so expertly, he could feel how hard he throbbed and how much hot slick precum he was drooling down the back of her tongue as she swallowed his stiff as steel rod. Reluctantly, Richard gently pulled her head back and off his cock, before he exploded too soon. He hadn’t expected her to be this eager or this skilled, at least not from what her fully awake and conscious mind indicated. “Easy there, Abby. You don’t want me to blow my load too early now, do you?” he asked with a huff and slight pant.

“I do, I want you to fuck my face” she almost growled up at him, making the good doctors brows raise in surprise. It seemed she was really repressing a sex kitten inside herself after all. That was good to know, it would make his job a lot easier if she had the ability naturally within her already, all he had to do now was to bring it to the surface rather than try train it into her.

“Very well then, up on the desk, if you would be so kind” the zebra next requested, while clearing his papers and folders out of the way for her. It seemed Abby knew just what he intended for her when she lay down on her back with her head hanging over the edge of his desk. She even parted her jaws and made the “aaah” sound, as if he were with her dentist instead of her sex therapist. How could he ignore such an offer though? Soon her “aaah” was muffled when the striped equine sunk his turgid length back inside her muzzle, this time managing to make her nose touch his heavy swaying balls. When he looked down, he could see the outline of his thick prick as he started to thrust in and out of the vixen’s muzzle. She seemed to be loving it too, he could feel more than hear her groaning, but also it was rather hard not to notice her hands slipping down her front and into her underwear after she had tugged up the hem of her pink skirt.

His ears twitched and flicked as he listened to the very slick sounding noises her fingers made between her thighs, there was no doubting that Abby was getting off on being face fucked like this. The harder he fucked the vixens muzzle, the faster and deeper her fingers appeared to move beneath her panties, until she finally came hard for him. He watched as the wet spot at the crotch of her underwear grew, while simultaneously feeling her struggle to groan around his prick hilted in her throat. Richard subsequently lost his valiant attempt to stave off his own climax, once the scent of the vixen’s climax hit his senses and nearly activated his feral instincts to breed her there and then. The view of her throat flexing every time she swallowed another shot of his seed was mesmerizing to say the least, but she did so without complaint or restraint.

Richard felt almost ashamed when he realized he was still buried deep in Abby’s muzzle when she tried to push back on his hips in vain. He had never cum so hard in his entire life, his entire shaft felt overly sensitive and even withdrawing it from the snug warmth of the vixen’s throat was exquisite torture. The good doctor worried about his patient’s reaction to having been face fucked, had she snapped out of her hypnosis thanks to being oxygen deprived, would she be mad? He was almost afraid to look her in the eye after what he had just so selfishly done to her. But when he did eventually look down into her eyes, he was surprised to see no trace of anger or shame.

No, not even slightly. Even as his cock finally withdrew, splattering her face and muzzle with the remnants of his own climax and her saliva, Abby grinned contently up at him. Still her eyes remained blank and emotionless, somehow, she was still under his control. She was also still touching and playing with herself, he noted, when the sound of her fingers delving between her very obviously slick folds caught his attention.

“I think we need to test you with something more than your fingers next, don’t you agree?” Richard offered with a grin, unable to help himself. Somehow, his prick remained iron hard, perhaps it was just the vixens alluring charm which did it. Or perhaps it was because the hungry little slut was still licking and nuzzling at his prick while she lay on her back, with his cum dripping from her whiskers. Of course, Abby nodded emphatically and quickly flipped onto her stomach before turning around and presenting herself to him.

“Woah, easy there…” The zebra snorted, having a hard time focusing when the vixen lowered her front to his table and reached back to tug the crotch of her underwear aside. As much as he wanted to hilt her then and there, thankfully he had just climaxed and was thinking somewhat clearly. Richard moved back and took a seat on the large plush couch, shedding his clothing as he went. “Why don’t you remove your clothes, I’d hate to ruin them. Then come over here and sit in my lap, we need to take this slowly so you can get used to it” he offered, while nodding down at his stiffness standing tall from his lap.

While he wanted so badly just to rut the sultry vixen into the ground, he knew he had to take it slow. As much as her subconscious might be up for it, there was no telling what her body could actually handle. Richard couldn’t help but groan when Abby climbed down off of his desk and finally began to shed her clothing, fully revealing her body to him. It was even better than he imagined, he doubted he would ever see anything that would come close to her again in his life. The way she moved with every step, the slight jiggle and sway to her breasts, it was as if she had stepped out of teenage Richard’s sex fueled fantasies and into real life.

But she was real, very real, he could feel the heat of her womanhood when she sat on her knees hovering over his lap. With one hand on his chest for stability, her other small black furred paw grasped his length to guide him to her eager slit, letting her lower lips kiss at his flared tip. Slowly she began to work herself down on him, but only an inch or two, before she had to pause. Just like in the video, something was stopping her as she felt incredibly tight. At first, he thought she might have still been a virgin, but then she had admitted to not being one on their first session and confirmed again not that long ago under hypnosis.

“Just relax, think of something else, a happy thought or something that excites you sexually” he urged, his large strong hands reached out to brush along her sides and hips soothingly. The temptation just to pull her down on his lap was intense, but somehow, he managed to resist the urge. It was pleasurable torture as the vixen barely managed another inch or two of him as she rode the zebra’s thick fleshy spear. But it was improvement at least and she seemed to be relaxing, even enjoying it some.

While Abby worked her hips up and down a little, Richard reached in with a thumb to begin rubbing and toying with her clit to help further stimulate her. It seemed to work a treat too, soon the vixen was groaning and gyrating on his tip; he could feel the telling signs of an approaching climax in her. He couldn’t deny that there was also something oddly exciting about being a living sex toy for the gorgeous vixen, as she used his prick to get used to deeper fucking. Thankfully he had already cum not so long ago, otherwise he had no doubt that he would have bust inside her cunt by now, with how hot and tight she was around him. He had thought his ex-wife had been the perfect lover before, how she took him to the hilt with ease, but she never felt this good around his cock. Hell, he wasn’t even hilted and already the vixen’s silken embrace felt like pure heaven.

That was the key, it seemed, when Abby climaxed, Richard noticed she sunk down a little deeper onto him. As if to test his theory, the zebra had the vixen lay back for him on his sofa while he used her toy, which he had asked her to bring, on her. At first, she couldn’t take as much of the toy as she had with him, not until he began to suckle on her clit and get her worked up again. As soon as he had her thighs wrapped about his head and the gorgeous woman almost howling in ecstasy, the toy managed to slip in deeper again. This time, after letting her relax and come down from her pleasure, when he directed her to ride her toy, she managed to easily sink down to her previous new record.

It was perhaps unorthodox, but Richard knew that he would have to keep fucking her in order to get her to be able to take her fiancé to the hilt. Though, somehow, he was sure he could find it in himself to make such a noble sacrifice, it was for the greater good after all. The zebra and vixen would try all sorts of different positions to find what worked best for her. Finally, after no less than a half dozen climaxes, from the both of them, Richard finally felt his balls come to rest against her pert bubble butt. He had finally succeeded in getting Abby used to taking the entirety of his cock inside herself!

At that point, Richard had her laying on her back on the sofa, with her legs up against his chest while he slowly worked himself in and out of her. She was so slim and fit that he could see the slight bulge his thickness made at her toned belly whenever he hilted the vixen. His plan was working however, there was no sign of hesitation or discomfort now with his entire shaft buried up her snug cunt. Even when he began picking up the pace, Abby responded with needy whimpers and groans, almost begging him to fuck her harder and faster, instead of her former panicked whimpers and cries of discomfort.

Richard had spilled so many unprotected loads inside her that if he had not already had a vasectomy years ago, he might be worried she would get knocked up. He knew she was on the pill as well, which meant it would be a miracle if Abigail did get pregnant. Though he did briefly wonder what a younger version of Abigail, but with zebra colouring, might look like. That thought sent him over the edge again, his hips bucked hard into the vixen and his not so heavy balls slapped against her behind while his cock lurched and fired off yet another messy climax deep inside the engaged vixen.

The alarm he had set on his phone began to chirp, letting Richard know the allotted time for their session was up. This was now the final stage of his plan, where he would allow Abby to shower and get cleaned up before bringing her back into the waking world. Of course, he wouldn’t let her remember that he was the one who had fucked her all day long, when she squealed with delight at how much of her toy she managed to take later that evening. He had simply let her remember it being that he had simply coached her from the sidelines while she rode her toy, behind a privacy screen. Nothing untoward had occurred and it was all very professional. Thankfully the vixen seemed to readily accept his explanation, even though she sent him another full-frontal video of her being fully impaled on the bright purple toy that evening without so much as a wince or whimper this time.

There would only be time for one last private session with the vixen before her wedding day, but that was all Richard needed to put her through her paces and make sure she was ready for her fiancé. She was even easier to put under the second time, thanks to a few subconscious suggestions he had left behind, just in case. Sure enough, even with her being bent over his desk and her arms back tugged back behind her while the zebra mounted her from behind, the vixen loved it. His hips clapped against her shapely behind, over and over again, while he fucked her to another half dozen climaxes. This time he made sure to use protection, it wouldn’t do to send her back out into public, being stuffed full of his cream like a Twinkie.

After her wedding had taken place, Richard did not expect to hear from Abigail Nielson, now Abigail Stryde, ever again. He couldn’t have been more wrong, or more surprised, when late one evening his mobile dinged with a message from a familiar number.

“Hey doc, I need your help. The honeymoon was fantastic, we fucked like rabbits! Thank you so much for everything you did for me!” came Abby’s first message. He could see the three dots as she continued typing, his curiosity getting the better of him, until he received a short video clip of Abby awkwardly trying to video herself from behind. This time she was kneeling and facing away from the camera, her fluffy tail lifted high over her back as she unsuccessfully tried to work the thick tip of the bright purple toy between her perfect rounded cheeks. “My husband wants to try anal…but…I can’t seem to relax enough for it. Help?” she whined almost pathetically back into the camera.

“I’ll see if I can fit in you…I mean…fit you in” he replied with a grin, he was getting pretty good at typing one handed lately.