Potato
Potato is a sweet and unassuming young man, not a very bright young man, that much is sure. But when a chance to get him into college somehow becomes a possibility, Mrs. Hart takes it upon herself to ensure her young charge is afforded every opportunity. Though she will soon find out that young Potato is not shy of taking advantage of other opportunities put before him when she slips up.
This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.
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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Potato had been called Potato for so long, hardly anyone even remembered his real name was Ryan Hoffman. Potato was a very special kid, he was friendly and innocent enough, just not the brightest tool in the shed. As such, he had been kept back a year or two…or three, which resulted in him being the oldest and biggest in his classes. Potato got his nickname for mostly two reasons, the first being that people assumed he had the IQ of a potato, which wasn’t exactly inaccurate, while the second reason was due to his odd colouring. He was unusually large for a golden labrador, but even more strange were the brown spots which looked like the eyes one would typically see on a potato. He wasn’t the skinniest of mutts either, while not exactly chubby, he did have some softness around his middle which only played into the nickname.
As kind hearted and as good as his intentions were, Potato was forever getting into trouble by accident. Most of the teachers adored the simple-minded mutt regardless, he was just a special case they would often fondly share stories about in the teachers’ lounge during breaks. He was the only person they knew who had gotten their head stuck in a cheese puff jar when he was younger; he had even gotten locked in a bathroom simply because he kept trying to pull on a door which was clearly marked “PUSH” and had to be rescued by the janitor…twice.
It was assumed that someone like Potato would never make it into college, but through some strange miracle, he very nearly did. He was just a few credits shy though, so being in his senior year, a group of teachers and fellow students decided to help him out. The schools debate team had a special event coming up in another town which consisted of three male students, three female students along with one alternate member attending to debate against other schools in the region. They knew they didn’t need the alternate, but letting Potato fill the spot would give him the last few credits he needed to qualify for his place in college, just by simply being on the team and being in attendance. Of course, the trip usually only consisted of the debate team and a chaperone for each of the boys and girls respectively, but considering Potato’s proclivity for unintentionally causing trouble, it was unanimously decided he would require his own personal chaperone.
Mrs. Hart dutifully stepped up to the plate and accepted that responsibility; she had spent a lot of time trying to help Potato improve academically, so she had a vested interest in seeing the young man make it through to college too. The older King Cheetah woman was also rather strict and one of the few people Potato listened to, or at least, that was what his mother had said at any rate.
Due to Potato’s joining the debate team being a rather last-minute change, the sleeping situation was a bit unorthodox on the trip. Normally there would only be two rooms, one with the male chaperone and his three young men, with a female teacher and the three female students. This year, an extra room would be added for Mrs. Hart and Potato to share, though due to the last-minute booking, the room ended up being on the opposite side of the hotel to the rest of their debate teams quarters.
It had been a long journey to reach the hotel where they would be staying, a very…very long journey. A journey which was not helped by the heat, or by Potato having his phone playing rock music at full volume because the headphones he had in his ears were not plugged in and for the life of the young mutt, he could not understand why his music was so soft. By the time Mrs. Hart managed to wrangle the wayward mutt up to their shared room, she was more than ready for a relaxing shower and an early night. Normally she wasn’t a fan of fast food, but she was at least thankful for the greasy hamburgers they had managed to purchase along their journey, as it meant they could all just go straight to their rooms with full bellies. Unfortunately, the King Cheetah found that trying to keep Potato on track was harder than wrangling coked up feral cats in the deep end of a swimming pool. She had eventually resorted to treating Potato like a feral horse, using her hands on either side of his head like blinkers, just to keep him going straight ahead without getting distracted, much to the amusement of everyone around them. She supposed they must have made quite the spectacle, her, a shorter and more mature feline, guiding Potato, a much larger and younger canine around with her hands over his eyes.
Things did not get any easier once they were inside their hotel room either, whomever had booked the room had misunderstood the details provided. Instead of two single beds, they had been provided one queen sized bed, which meant she and Potato would be sharing a bed. They had also been put on a floor which was under renovation as there were no other free rooms, but at least this meant there was relative silence in the hallway outside. The other problem with their room however, was the lack of blinds or curtains, which had not yet been installed. This meant that the hotels large red neon sign, which hung beside their window and blinked like the guiding light atop a radio tower, provided constant ambient light in their room. Unfortunately, it was too late in the evening to find other accommodation and Caroline felt too tired to argue, she would just have to take her chances and hope for a decent night’s sleep before the debate in the morning, which would be held in one of the hotels conference rooms downstairs. At least she wouldn’t have far to travel in the morning, with any luck she would get Potato too and from the event with minimal incidents. Right now, however, there was a more pressing issue on Caroline Hart’s hands…
The married feline watched uncomfortably as Potato sat staring unblinking at the television. It wasn’t the just fact he wasn’t blinking which was making her uncomfortable or not knowing where he even got the item in question from, it was the damned fact that he was absentmindedly licking a tub of frozen yoghurt clean with his absurdly long tongue! It had been a while since the spotted feline had gotten any action, no thanks to both her and her husband’s busy work schedules; so, the display was getting to her, just a little. It didn’t help that Potato was a rather messy eater as well, he had flecks of frozen yoghurt dotted all over his face and muzzle from how enthusiastically he was devouring the yoghurt. Part of her wanted to grab a handkerchief and wipe his face clean, but another, darker side of her just wanted to lay him back and ride his face. She knew it was wrong, he wasn’t even old enough to drink yet. Though if he was kept back another year, he would be the one senior that would legally be allowed to drink at his graduation, if he ever got there. She supposed he was somewhat handsome in his own right, he wasn’t movie star good looking, but he had that scruffy classic ruggedness to him. Even though there was barely a braincell behind them, his eyes were deep pools of azure. Even his smile seemed innocent, with just a hint of playfulness about it. Potato was the epitome of light travels faster than sound however, he looked good, until he opened his mouth, then there was no doubt about him not being very bright. He also always seemed to have an earthy scent about him, like he had been rolling in the sand. Yet his coat was so soft and clean, even though it didn’t look like it with his strange natural brown spots and flecks.
“Potato, you’re getting rather messy. I think you should go have a shower” Caroline eventually forced herself to say, while trying not to rub her thighs together. Surely, she wasn’t that hard up that she was starting to have inappropriate thoughts about one of her students, was she? “Oh no, oh crap…” the King Cheetah groaned to herself inwardly as she pulled up her heat tracker app on her phone while nervously chewing at the thumbnail of her other hand. She hadn’t been paying much attention to it lately thanks to her home situation, but her cycle had started yesterday and she was just about to hit the peak of it during this debate.
“Oh, right, sure!” the big goofball smiled and bounded off to their shared bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and breathed a sigh of relief before she lay back on the bed and closed her eyes, all while she tried desperately not to imagine what his tongue would feel like between her thighs just then. He was almost half her age for God sakes, she should not be having those thoughts about one of her students! Though technically, he had been kept back a year or two, so it wasn’t like he was underage…no, none of that!
Mrs. Hart grabbed one of the pillows from the bed and covered her face as she growled in frustration. With her head buried as it was however, she did not hear Potato when he called from the bathroom for her assistance. It wasn’t until he tapped her on the foot to get her attention that the spotted feline sat up and took notice of the now rather wet and very naked Potato, who stood beside her. When she sat upright, she almost came nose to crotch with the young man’s surprisingly thick sheath, which already sported a bit of lipstick peeking from the rim. Goddamn it looked thick and meaty…
“Potato! What are you doing?” the King cheetah yelped and instinctively swatted at him, which only made the young mutt flinch and step backward; which then in turn resulted in her fingers brushing right across his maleness and made it sway pendulously.
“Sorry Mrs. Hart, but there weren’t any towels in there. I tried to ask if you could grab me one, but you were looking at the underside of that pillow and didn’t hear me I guess” the dim-witted mutt mumbled his apology, completely oblivious his teacher had just accidentally touched his junk. Though, some small part of him clearly had registered the touch however, as soon he was sporting a little more of his bared red flesh.
“Just…go to bed” the exasperated feline bemoaned, while she tried not to look at Potato any longer than she had to. Any normal and reasonable person would have taken that to mean they should get dressed and go to bed, but Potato was not a normal and reasonable person. Instead of using logic, he did exactly as his teacher demanded, which meant he flopped down in his side of the bed, still wet and naked, only to instantly fall asleep.
Caroline stared in wonder as the young mutt began to snore almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, even when she tried to wake him up by physically shaking him, it proved fruitless; Potato was dead to the world. It didn’t help that he was laying on his back with his impressive junk bared and exposed, or that he seemed to be having “happy” dreams which soon made it grow before her very eyes. The married feline tried not to look, even to cover it with a towel or something, but the resulting tent was painfully obvious and hard to ignore.
She tried to ignore him; she really did. But unfortunately, even an ice-cold shower couldn’t get the image of that thick red spear out of her mind. “Potato, hey, big guy, wake up!” Caroline even tried to shake the dumb dog awake again after she got out of the shower moments later, but it was of no use, he was apparently just such a deep sleeper. “Fuck…” she groaned to herself as she stared down at his stiffness, her own fluffy white towel loosely wrapped about her wet form precariously as she sat on the bed beside the comatose dog. “Just…go to bed, before you do something stupid” Caroline chastised herself, again she tried to push the image of the large mutt with his thick cock out for the world to see out of her mind.
The King Cheetah quickly got dressed and turned out the lights once she had crawled into her own bed, finally the darkness would block that sight from her eyes. Only, it didn’t, she was a feline after all and even with the pale glow of the hotel’s neon sign casting a pale red glow through the window, it was more than enough for her to see that somehow the young mutt was still hard and primed. “You’re married…you’re a goddamn married woman, Caroline!” she chastised herself again, while turning her wedding band around on her finger as if to remind herself of her vows.
In sheer desperation, the spotted feline slipped a hand down inside her sleep-shorts and panties to try subtly touch and pleasure herself discretely. Perhaps getting herself off would relieve some of the tension she felt growing? With her eyes closed, she tried to picture her handsome husband, tried to imagine it was his hand touching her. She even tried to imagine her fingers were her husband’s cock once she worked herself up to three digits pumping in and out of herself, but that didn’t work either. As soon as she got there, Potato’s smiling face would be looming over her as she pictured the young man pinning her down and forcing her to take that mighty red log of his.
“No, shit!” Caroline hissed and turned her head to the side, trying to look away and change the image. But it didn’t work, all she was doing was working herself up even more; now more than ever, her cunt felt hot enough to ignite a fire. When she looked back over at Potato, that darn cock still stuck straight up in the air, as if taunting her and inviting her on over to break her wedding vows. What was worse was that Caroline knew she wouldn’t be able to get any sleep like this either, not with her body yearning for something so bad, which she was trying so very hard to deny herself.
With a resigned sigh, the King Cheetah slipped from her bed and went back to the bathroom, simply to splash some cold water on her face. “Get a hold of yourself, Caroline! You’re married and that is your student out there…” she tried to say to herself, but she could already hear the cracks of uncertainty in her own voice. After she tried to give herself one last angry glare, she turned off the bathroom light and returned to their room, fully intent on just climbing into her own bed and trying to go to sleep.
Unfortunately, when she entered the room, she could her Potato’s breathing sounded a bit laboured. The reason became obvious when the neon sign outside pulsed and shone through the window, the damn mutt was stroking himself! Caroline’s nose twitched and she caught it, the scent of a young and aroused virile male. On the next pulse of light, she saw why, there were rather obvious droplets of precum on Potato’s hand and shaft while he absently stroked his thick length in his sleep, there was no fast pace meant to bring him to climax, it was just a lazy up and down motion, akin to scratching behind an ear at an imaginary itch. Caroline caught herself staring at him again, from the impressive size of his balls nestled in their soft fuzzy container, to that ridiculously large shaft of his that looked better suited to an equine.
“Goddammit Potato, wake up!” Caroline growled in annoyance when she again tried to shake him awake; but somehow, he actually seemed to have fallen into an even deeper state of sleep, if that were even possible. Even after the feline slapped his cheek softly in annoyance, Potato did not seem to register the blow in the slightest.
“Five more minutes, mommy” was all the large dumb dog had to say in response as he groaned and snorted, crossing both his arms over his face to block out the neon glow from outside. Caroline stared at his once again bared length, now glistening so invitingly thanks to Potato having just played with himself.
She didn’t know when it happened, but her base instincts must have overridden her logical mind, the next thing she knew, Caroline found herself kneeling over Potato’s waist and her hips were lowering her down onto his waiting spire. She didn’t even recall when she had shed her clothing, but she was now completely in the nude with her clothes in a pile on the floor beside their bed. The only article of clothing she still had on, or what barely passed for it, would be her wedding ring. The married feline quickly raised her hand to her muzzle and bit down on the web of flesh between her thumb and forefinger to stop from crying out; at even just half his length inside her, Potato was putting her husband to shame in the firehose department. The part of her mind which screamed at her to stop this was being drowned out by her intense desire to be bred. She knew all the reasons she shouldn’t be doing this, but they weren’t enough to stop her from sinking down lower, until she felt the young canines knot kiss her stretched folds which gripped about his thick cock greedily.
Thankfully Potato didn’t seem to even notice or register that he was balls deep in his married teacher’s cunt, at most the canine gave a satisfied huff before he began to snore obnoxiously loud. “Just get up and off of him before he wakes up, before this goes too far…” she ordered herself while trying to force her unwilling limbs to cooperate. It was an immense battle, but finally the King Cheetah felt herself slowly lifting up and off of the young canine cock beneath her. She was almost free of Potato’s wonderous prick, just the tapered tip was in her now, her freedom was at hand, until…
“Oooh fuck…” Caroline groaned louder than ever before; damn near shouted it in fact. Her legs had given out suddenly and she had sunk right back down onto that thick fuckstick in one go, even his knot damn near popped inside her thanks to the downward force which gravity seemed to be taking a personal interest in punishing her with. The mature feline sat still for a long moment, trying to ignore that delightful ache of what being so filled and stretched felt like. Fuck it felt so damn good, her hips and thighs trembled with a growing pent-up need to just…do something, anything, just to build up more friction of his sword in her sheath. Mrs. Hart stared down at Potato’s face, his eyes were still thankfully closed, though he was smiling so sweet and innocently, despite someone old enough to be his mother using his dick without his knowledge.
“M…maybe just a little won’t hurt…” Caroline tried to convince herself, she had already taken him to the knot anyway. So surely just, I don’t know, getting herself off to one, maybe two little orgasms, just to take the edge off? Then she could surely get through the rest of this trip without any further problems. Yes, Potato would be none the wiser and who was it hurting anyway, if she…just…God that felt good. Caroline closed her eyes and raised her face skyward while she started to roll and undulate her hips, which in turn stirred all that delicious fuckmeat about inside her hot, slick and squeezing depths. The King Cheetahs first climax didn’t take long to arrive, but it was too small to really satisfy her. It felt like a mere drop in the ocean of the possible pleasures she could have with the sleeping Potato’s member.
In saying that it was a small climax however, it was ten-fold more potent than anything she had ever experienced at home however. Her goddamn toes curled, her eyes screwed shut and her hips roughly bucked against Potato’s as the waves of pleasure shook her to her core. She also clenched down so damn tight around his pecker that if she stood up at that precise moment, she probably could have lifted the big mutt with just her Kegels. She wanted more though, no that wasn’t right, she needed more, bigger and stronger too. Soon the impassioned feline began to bounce and grind on Potato, every successive arch of her hips had the feline rising higher and higher, using more and more of his spear to impale herself with. She could feel it working, something big was building deep within her and it was approaching fast. Caroline’s heart skipped a beat and her blood turned instantly ice cold; when she lowered her face back down to earth and opened her eyes to look at Potato, he was awake and staring back at her with a confused look on his face.
“This isn’t what it looks like!” Caroline barked in surprise, suddenly falling dead still and still fully impaled on Potato’s cock. His eyes slowly scanned down her nude form, eventually he focused on where his dick was very obviously knot deep inside her. He could very obviously feel how her cunt quivered and flexed around him, having been denied release after getting so close to another climax.
“It’s okay Mrs. Hart, my aunt Betty and I play this game all the time, she says I’m the best at it!” the large dog said without a hint of irony. That statement alone raised so many questions in her mind though, clearly someone else had been enjoying Potato and had taught him a thing or to. But that would have to wait, as he was suddenly on the move and rolling them over to pin her beneath himself while gleefully saying “Here, let me show you!”
Potato didn’t give the King Cheetah any time to argue or explain before he rolled her onto her back beneath him, without dislodging himself from her silken vice. In no time at all, he wrestled her into position with her knees up by her chest, a position she didn’t even know she could manage. But that was of little consequence however, the damned dog didn’t give her a chance to respond or prepare before he started jackhammering her cunt like a pro. She could hear herself calling his name repeatedly, at first it sounded panicked as she tried to make him stop. It quickly changed however, soon she just started calling his name and begging him not to stop as he fucked her through that elusive climax she had been building to earlier. Potato had her pinned and folded in half while he hammered her little cunt like he owned it, and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it.
Again, her toes curled and every muscle in her body tensed, even her breath got stuck in her lungs when she found she could not breath for a long moment. Potato didn’t stop however, he just kept on fucking her, his heavy balls tapped constantly against her upturned ass while she was forced to stare up at his thick cock splitting her married pussy again and again with how he had her resting on her shoulders. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, he just kept going, despite making her cum another two or three times, each stronger than the last. The pleasure began to get too much and she just needed him to stop, so she could rest even a little. She didn’t even care when he finally started to climax inside her, at least it made him slow down and eventually stop fucking her.
“That was fun!” Potato almost yelled when he eventually withdrew from her, leaving a rather messy cream pie behind, which began to trickle down over her tail hole when her legs were finally let down onto the bed. Caroline was at a loss for words, this had gone too far already, not only had she fucked her student, well, he fucked her more than she fucked him. But that was beside the point, more worrying was the fact he had cum unprotected inside her while she was in heat. Potato looked nothing like her husband, so if he had knocked her up, there would be no passing off the kids as her husbands. That train of thought would have to wait however, as Potato grinned and rolled her onto her belly for some reason. Surely he couldn’t be ready for another round so soon, could he?
“Fuck!” Caroline growled out as the big dumb mutt used his grip about the base of her tail to lift her hips off the bed to get her pussy at the right level, while his other hand crammed his cunt wrecker back inside of her. How the fuck was he still this hard? Damn dumb dog had stamina and staying power for days it seemed, either that or he was just too stupid to know he was meant to be warn out after that first fucking her gave her.
It was as if he hadn’t even cum yet, that red rocket had not lost even a little size or rigidity inside her. He still stretched her out so damn good, she wanted to hate it, especially with her pussy still so tender and sore after the last batch of climaxes, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t even crawl away to try escape it, Potato’s grip on her tail was inescapable, even if her hips bounced a fraction of an inch too far from his thrusting hips, he yanked her right back down onto his waiting shaft. He even had the audacity to sink his thumb under her tail after letting a little of his drool dribble down between her shapely spotted butt cheeks.
She hated that, didn’t she? Her husbands attempts at anal were always met with ferocity and denial, yet with Potato’s thumb crammed under her tail, she was mewling and begging for more while he fucked another climax out of her. Caroline should have quit while she was ahead however, she was so lost in her own pleasure that she didn’t hear the almost feral growling coming from behind her, or the unusually intense stare Potato was wearing at that moment. Without warning, his hips drew back, almost completely withdrawing his cock from her cloying depths, only to reverse direction. His thick knot slammed against her snug little pussy again and spread it wide, grinding lewdly and insistently against her as if demanding entry.
“Potato…no…bad dog…no tie…no tieeee!” Caroline tried to chastise and reason with the young man, but he wasn’t listening. She knew what it meant for canines to tie; she could have had a chance to wash his seed out of herself if he didn’t do that, but he did. That fat knot of flesh ground and pushed, until the married woman’s cunt relented and swallowed it whole. No sooner was he locked crotch to crotch with her, that he would pump her full of another fresh and worryingly, bigger load. This time he sealed all that hot gooey goodness inside her; she could feel him coating parts of her insides which really should not be coated in young virile seed while she was in heat. She knew she should be angry, cuss him out, say something at least, but she couldn’t. At that moment her teeth were grinding so hard together she worried she might break a tooth she was cumming so hard. Her cunt ached from taking his knot, but in a good way, she just couldn’t stop her body from squeezing down around it. But also, that damned thick thumb of his was probing her butt constantly while she climaxed, it was as if he was trying to short circuit her brain…not trying actually, he was fucking doing it!
It seemed the tables had been turned on her, Caroline never did really recover from her first time being tied. She had actually blacked out and only occasionally woke up, each time she awoke to find herself still being fucked by Potato in various positions. Somehow, she just couldn’t seem to find the will or energy to care, all she knew was that her entire body felt like Jello. She was absolutely too worn out and tired, also utterly relaxed and sore in the best ways possible. Even when she woke up briefly for a few moments to find herself sitting in Potato’s lap and his cock lodged deep up her ass, her only thought was “Whelp, there goes that last cherry” before she blacked out again.
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“Mmn, what?” Caroline groggily answered the damned annoying phone that wouldn’t stop ringing beside her on the nightstand.
“Good morning, Mrs. Hart, this is Trish at reception” a friendly and way too energetic young woman’s voice said over the hotel phone. “Your group asked me to inform you that the tournament is just about over and to please ensure your and mister Hoffman’s bags are packed. The bus will be leaving in forty-five minutes.”
“What? What time is it?” the barely conscious feline asked, as she rolled to one side and squinted at the bright sunshine streaming in through the windows.
“It’s nearly two in the afternoon ma’am. Thank you for your patronage and we do hope to see you again next year. We do hope you enjoyed your stay and had a restful night!” Trish said in that godawful cheery voice. God, Caroline just wanted to reach through the phone and punch her square in her peppy little nose.
“Wait, two in the afternoon!?” Caroline sat bolt upright in the bed and looked around, there was no sign of Potato anywhere and the room was a mess. Not only the room though, so was she, as soon as she stood up, she felt the telling trickle of her infidelity with Potato running down her inner thighs. At least in the spots where her fur wasn’t already caked with the stuff. Fuck she ached all over, like she had been rolled down a rocky hill in a sleeping bag. But it wasn’t just the outside of her body either, everything hurt, from her ears down to her toes. Most noticeably her cunt still throbbed angrily at her, but not as bad as her butt and beneath her tail, clearly Potato had really enjoyed her there. “Fucker must have knotted me there too…” she winced while she walked awkwardly to go take a nice hot shower. “I bet that aunt of his probably walks like a cowboy after a week-long cattle drive…” the miffed feline mused.
Potato had very evidently fucked her all through the night and she only recalled half a dozen deposits of his seed in her womb; he had tied her more than half of those times too she vaguely recalled. As much of his spend she had managed to wash off and out of herself, she knew that wasn’t going to be enough to prevent any unwanted accidents. Though, before she went and purchased some Plan B, Caroline wondered if she could sneak off somewhere with Potato for one last quickie before returning home to her husband…