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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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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

This came about from a post I saw on X/Twitter about things to say to your sub and it gave me this idea.

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“You’re such a good girl, look how well you’re taking me” Percival praised the slender white, brown and caramel striped saber-toothed tigress as he slowly stirred his hips against her behind. He always admired the tulip pattern her stripes made along her back, replete with the little heart shape between her shoulders. Her chocolate brown, caramel and white stripes along her back made it appear as if the worlds most skilled barista had poured her straight from Gods very own cappuccino. Most of all, he loved how disheveled Mocha became after only a few minutes with him, her usually well-manicured appearance dissolved into a messy bun of hair atop her head. Her makeup smeared and even drool, along with some of his own milky white additions, dribbled from between her lips.

Normally Mocha Sinclair was a stern and rigid businesswoman and part time educator for his ethics class. How apt it was then that he had corrupted her so, it hadn’t taken much to get under her skin and bend her to his will. Even despite her being a happily married mother of two and a successful business woman on top of all that. She had everything that should have made her feel happy and complete, yet something was still clearly missing in her life and he had used that chink in her armor to strip her bare and turn her into nothing more than a mewling kitten begging for his cock.

Of course, Mocha couldn’t reply to the young stud’s words, what with the ball gag tucked behind her short fangs. She couldn’t even really move, not with how the silver and gold striped zebra currently had her bent over his coffee table as he mounted her from behind. All she could do was flex her fingers while he held her arms pinned against her lower back. God he was so damned thick, every time he sunk that length inside her cunt, it felt like he was trying to split her in two. She had never felt so full, nor so sensitive, thanks to his flared tip raking along all those deliciously sweet and sensitive spots inside her. Every time he battered against her inner barrier however, the smaller fanged feline grunted around her ball gag, while her head pulled back by Perceval’s grip on her once neatly done up bun of hair. He watched as her eyes began to roll into the back of her skull while he fucked her deep and slow, drawing out her pleasure and damn near short circuiting her brain. The first time he’d made her cum so hard that she looked almost possessed, he had been a little worried, but thankfully the married feline had bounced back in short order. Even she hadn’t been aware she could cum that hard, perhaps that was also part of the reason she kept coming back to him for more.

When Mocha eventually returned to the waking world this time, she was wrapped in a soft fleece blanket and had been laid gently along Percival’s large comfy sofa. Her jaws still ached a little from the ball gag, which had subsequently been removed and now allowed her to work her jaw to ease the stiffness. Just as had happened all the times before, the married feline blushed when she felt the warmth seeping out from deep inside her, obviously the young stud had finished inside her again and now she was soiling his blanket. “Guess I’m stopping for some Plan B on the way home again…” she thought and sighed, while smiling to herself.

“Here you go, I think you need this after our session” Percival appeared suddenly, leaning over the back of his sofa to hand her a freshly juiced fruit smoothie. It contained everything she needed to get her energy levels back up, along with replacing all the fluids she had no doubt lost during the last couple of hours. This side of the silver and gold striped zebra always surprised her, it contrasted so much with his rough and demanding side that had her mewling like his plaything while he fucked her. But she supposed it was comforting to know that no matter how rough things got between them during their play, he would always look after her once they had finished.

Why did she let him do this to her? She was happily married and a successful business woman, goddamit. But here she was, once again stripped nude and bent over to serve the young studs every whim. He had been one of her students in a class she had been asked to teach at the local university. From that first day, she knew there was just something about him. The way he had stared so intently at her every time she stood before the class and lectured. At first it was a little unnerving, then annoying, but ultimately it started getting to her by the third day. By the fourth day, she was practically dripping by the time her class was over and had to make a hasty retreat to the bathroom to relieve herself. Of course, he was waiting in the hallway when she exited, looking flushed but far more relaxed. His grin said it all, he knew exactly what she had been doing, he could smell it on her and the wide-eyed look she wore when she spotted him was a dead giveaway.

“If you want to find out, just ask” he had crooned into her ear as he passed by, closer than was necessary. There weren’t that many other people in the hallway to force him into such close proximity, so there was no doubting that he had done so on purpose. God, he had smelled so damned good too, like dried hay and damp earth, along with a manly mixture of sandalwood and musk. He smelled like a man, a real man, strong and rugged. Even that evening when she got home and lay with her husband, she could not shake the image of the young zebra from her mind. Their love making had been almost frantic and animalistic, a far stretch from their usual tender and passionate encounters. But it wasn’t enough for Mocha, George just wasn’t rough enough, he loved and cared about her too much to be as rough with her as she wanted; no, as much as she needed him to be. He respected her too much to pull her hair or call her names, even as much as she might have wanted him to. She was the mother of his children; how could he ever dare call her a filthy slut or slap her face with his cock?

It hadn’t been much longer after that encounter that Mocha’s defenses had crumbled and she gave in to her curiosity. Not a word had been spoken between them, she could not keep her eyes off of Percival during class and the slight tremor to her hands as she spoke, along with her quickened breathing told him everything he needed to know. He made a point of being the last one to leave her class that day, making sure she took the slip of paper with his address and the time he expected her to be there. It just so happened to be her anniversary with her husband, which meant plans had to be cancelled and rescheduled. That already should have been enough to give her pause at least, but it didn’t and so she found herself inside his apartment while her husband spent their special evening at home, with their kids.

“I wish you could see how pretty you look right now” Percival cooed down to the married feline, his eyes were stern but loving and somehow tender. Despite him forcing his thick ebony spear between her fangs deep enough to trigger her gag reflex. Mocha tried to glare up at him with anger, hatred and vitriol, but she couldn’t. Even when he brushed her brown and blond striped fringe behind an ear, the look she gave him just looked like “more”, even this wasn’t enough. She should have been out having a lovely anniversary dinner with her husband, but instead, she was here on her knees with one of her students cocks in her mouth.

When he pulled his slick cock from her mouth in order to slap the slimy length against her face and muzzle, he rubbed her own saliva and his precum into her fur, as if marking her as his property. It didn’t matter that he was ruining her immaculately done makeup, just that he was using her as he wished. While her husband was home and tending to their twins, she was here, kneeling in the middle of the young mans living room as he forced her to swallow a foot of turgid equine cock.

Why? Why did she let him use her, why did she let him control her like this? She wasn’t this kind of woman, to cheat on her husband, to sleep with someone almost half her age. She wasn’t the kind of woman to let a damn near stranger climax unprotected inside her, to leave her laying in a purring mess in the middle of his bed, as thick white rivulets of his cum dripped from her slightly agape cunt after he fucked her senseless. Yet, here she was, blushing at Percival saying “You deserve this” as he dipped a single finger between her thighs and scooped up some of his own mess to bring to her lips. Of course, she licked and sucked his finger clean, just as he had taught her to. She belonged to him now, he could do what he wished with her and she would enjoy it.

Even after a few pregnancy scares, Mocha still could not bring herself to asking Percival to use protection. If she was brutally honest with herself, it wasn’t because she dared not to ask him, it was because she loved the thrill of the risk. Along with the feeling of him climaxing unhindered inside her, of feeling his seed soaking through her panties during the day if she was at work. Or simply soaking through to her car seat when she drove home to her husband after having been ploughed hard and deep like the slut she was. That night when George had surprised her with going down on her before she had a chance to shower had added a new level of perverse pleasure to her infidelity as well. He had not suspected a thing, her dear trusting husband, he had simply attributed it to her being so aroused and eager for him. Granted, she had fucked her husband rather enthusiastically after he had unwittingly cleaned her stud’s essence from within that she simply proved him right.

After that night, it had become a more frequent occurrence, now more than ever she loved letting Percival seed her. Only to return home to George who unknowingly devoured another mans seed from within his treasured wife. He was none the wiser, simply putting it down to renewed interest in their love life, not that they had stopped laying with one another. But it had certainly slowed down in recent years, but now things seemed to be getting back to how they were before the twins were conceived.

Mocha even let George under her short stub of a tail finally, after years of hinting and suggesting. She surprised him on Father’s Day with a tube of lube and having dropped their kids off with her folks for the evening. George had thought he had hit the jackpot as he knelt over the backs of her thighs and liberally applied the slick gel between his beautiful wife’s plush buttocks. Little did he know that she was only allowing him this pleasure under the direction of Percival. Her husband would be training her to take him there soon after, once she was able to handle George’s average sized cock with ease, Percival would lay claim to her final opening. Unfortunately, George did not last very long his first time in his wife’s tight plush behind, something Mocha was not entirely sure she was happy about. On the one hand it meant he wouldn’t be fucking her butt for very long, but on the other hand it meant her training would take that much longer and she hated to disappoint Percival.

“I know you can do better than that. Come on, my love. There we go, good girl” Percival cooed softly to Mocha when she had finally completed her training. She was laid on her tummy in the middle of his California King sized bed, again her arms pinned behind her back as the silver and gold striped zebra slowly sunk the first few inches of his cock between her plush buttocks.

“Fuck…me…” the saber-toothed feline growled, George felt like a pencil compared to the log the equine was busy working under her flitting short fluffy tail. Mocha grunted as her hair was gripped and tugged to lift her face again, she would not be able to hide her shame from the young stud this time. He loved watching her facial expressions as he forced her to experience ever more degrading acts. She knew she could say the word and he would stop immediately, no questions asked. But she didn’t, she couldn’t…no, in all honesty, she wouldn’t. She craved this, having her power and status stripped away, being nothing more than a woman beneath a man, submitting completely to his desires. His pleasure was her pleasure and vice versa, the more she gave in, the more he gave her.

“You're taking me so well” Percival snorted above her as he forced another few inches of his thick ebony spear through her clenching dark brown tail hole. Gods she was tight, almost tight enough to make him doubt she had not let her husband help her practice. But he knew that wasn’t the case, he trusted her implicitly, he knew she had. He had even coerced her into getting her husband to take a photo as evidence for him. The zebra grinned as he kept pushing every deeper between the mature saber-toothed tigress’s buttocks, expecting her to tell him to stop at any moment. But she didn’t, not even when his hips finally pressed flush to her backside and he was fully sheathed within her, Mocha simply trembled like a leaf in a gentle breeze. “Look at you, doing so well for me” he leaned down beside her to gently rub his cheek against her own. Though he felt wetness at her cheeks from the tears she cried, he knew they were not from sadness or pain, the dirty bitch had actually climaxed from having her ass stuffed. Granted, it didn’t hurt having a magic wand set to maximum trapped beneath her groin either, but he was pretty sure he would have made her cum regardless.

He wasn’t surprised though, these strong and driven women, the always in charge types, they usually did have a hidden desire for this. For giving up their power, for being demeaned and debased, especially when he claimed their last vestige of purity. Mocha was totally and wholly his now, she had given up her last treasure and loved every second of it. It wasn’t just the act of the butt fucking that made her climax, it was also the mental aspect of accepting defeat and submission to Percival.

By the time he eventually seeded her behind, Mocha was once again barely conscious. Her eyes were almost rolled into the back of her head, also her eyelids were nearly fully closed. There was a noticeable wet spot where she had been drooling, but it was nothing compared to the wetness on the bedding between her thighs. Most of that wetness was of her own doing, Percival’s seed was still only a slight trickle from between her cheeks, being helped to stay in place by the ice pack he had retrieved from his freezer after he had finished inside her. Thankfully he had the foresight to gently roll her to one side and retrieve the magic wand first, allowing the married feline to rest unhindered for the moment.

While her drive home was a bit uncomfortable, it was nothing compared to the morning after. It was an early class and Mocha had definitely not had enough time to fully recover, so every time she looked at Percival, flashes of their previous night together exploded in her mind. She could still feel the ache of him under her tail, it should have been enough to sober her desires a bit. It was not, by the end of their class together, she would have to visit the lavatory once again, just as she had done before his invitation. Only this time, he joined her inside and renewed that ache before depositing another underwear ruining load within the married felines posterior.

“I'll always come back to you” he had huffed with a tender kiss to her shoulder, just before he pulled his softening length from under her tail. He couldn’t help but grin as he quickly tugged her underwear back in place to try help keep his deposit in place, but it was of no use. Already there was a telling wet spot beginning to form at her behind. The day was young though, he had other classes and other teachers to ruin. Mocha however, she had lunch with Geroge and his parents due in fifteen minutes. She didn’t know how she would be able to sit still, let alone ignore the slick warmth dripping from her freshly fucked behind.