"Finally! All right you sonuvabitch, just smile for the camera..." Jesse muttered, even though it wasn't a camera lens she was aiming.
The muzzle of the long black barrel moved a little as she kept her scope focused on her target, wiping her hand before letting her finger rest on the rifle's trigger. With her hand this close to her muzzle she caught her own scent with every steady breath, the black fur soaked with the equine honey still leaking from her inky folds. She'd arrived early and taken up a nice position with a perfectly clear view of the jungle compound, waiting for her target who'd taken his sweet time showing up. Jesse was a professional, and she'd stayed stretched out on her belly with the rifle braced against her shoulder, waiting for the canine even now in her crosshairs.
The mastiff was quite obviously the boss here, and this camp was just one of his outposts. Anything you needed to move in this part of the world - weapons, drugs, people - this was the guy you called, provided you could afford him. Quite easy on the eye, she had to admit, almost enough to make her regret she'd have to blow that handsome face off the moment he stood still long enough for her to get a sure shot. And then she'd finally be able to extract and get out of this goddamned insect preserve! There were critters out here that wouldn't be deterred by neither fur nor bug-spray, and the base of her tail was aching from having the ropey appendage swish in an effort to drive the vermin away.
As she focused on keeping her target in her sights, she'd lost focus of a lot of other things, including the fact that her shorts were bunched up around her knees, and that with her legs parted her rear was very much exposed. Since she had to stay in this position with her eye on her optics, she'd passed the time the only way that had come to mind - by slipping a hand underneath her and plunging her dexterous digits over and over into her onyx slit. It hadn't been the best idea since all she'd managed to do was to further frustrate herself while making a steamy mess of her crotch.  So with her conscious effort directed towards the smuggled outpost and her subconscious considering which one of her comrades in arms would be best suited to finish what she'd started once she got back to base, Jesse supposed she was bound to miss the gentle rustling of the brush behind her, although she didn't miss the huffs of warm breath against the slick mess between her striped legs.
"What the fuck... are you kidding me?" she hissed at the bulky form behind her. It took her a moment to recognize the critter, but the stubby trunk even now curling as the tapir caught her scent helped her connect the dots. "Shoo! Shoo the fuck away you... you elephant-fetus!" she hissed, putting her eye back to the scope as she closed her legs.
It took her a few seconds but she found her target again, and knew that she couldn't afford to lose her focus no matter what. She spent half a day waiting for that sonuvabitch and she was going to take him out no matter how curious the local fauna got about her ass! She had no idea what a female tapir smelled like back there, but it must have been similar enough for the pachyderm behind her to get the hint. 
A nice wet pussy wasn't something he'd be willing to pass up on, no matter the shape, size or color, but the tapir did stick his tiny trunk between her thighs just to make sure. Jesse grit her teeth at the humiliation of having to lie here and let a fucking animal just sniff around at whatever part of her caught his fancy, but the best she could do was to lash her tail which did little to dissuade the amorous tapir. Focus! she thought to herself, ignoring the huffs and puffs and even the prods of the pachyderm proboscis until the snuffling stoped and the animal's shadow fell over her stripy body.
"Don't you fucking da..." she hissed but was cut off when the beast hunched over and something warm and fleshy pressed into the little gap at the top of her clenched thighs.
The pachyderm began to groan and grunt happily, grinding himself against her as something slipped from what Jesse realized was his sheath. Repulsed by the idea of becoming this animal's sexual conquest Jesse tried to wriggle away but sopped when the tapir mounting her made a growling noise and pressed himself tighter against her. They'd been warned by the locals that tapirs aren't as harmless as they look, being practically miniature rhinos. Miniature being a relative term, since the mass now pushing against Jesse's labia felt hefty even by her standards. She considered shooting the fat bastard, but her sidearm didn't have a silencer, and if she used her knife who knows how much noise this critter would make before she took him down. And all the while she'd risk failing her mission.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! All right you fat bastard just do it and make it quick..." she hissed, knowing that she had no choice but to try and stay on target while nature took its course.
Something fat and fleshy pressed harder between her lips, the inky labia straining until the mass mashing against her sex managed to push the thing in. Jesse's ears flicked back against her skull as the mare experienced her pussy getting a stretching few males could give it. She had no idea what the tapir was packing - or more to the point what he was packing into her- but with his sheath pressed up against her crotch she would take everything he had, like it or not. More thick pachyderm meat slid in when she felt her straining lips close around something narrower, the mare breathing a sigh of relief as she guessed the horny animal must have something like a flare. 
He grunted happily now that his mate was subdued and submissive, his cock still snaking out into the monochromatic mare who found her thighs trembling as a seemingly endless mass was pushed into her. Jesse’s focus was split between following the mastiff as he moved among the crowd and wondering just how big the beast mounting her was. By the time the thick length in her was hard and throbbing she felt well and thoroughly stuffed, a sensation she would have welcomed if it wasn't some gross wild animal preparing to hump her to completion. The same thought must have crossed the tapir's horny mind because the animal started grunting as it moved the cock in and out of the mare trapped under him.
Jesse wasn't sure what to expect but to her surprise the tapir was hardly humping at all, even though she was still getting thoroughly fucked by that insanely long cock it was packing. The bestial shaft itself was moving, shifting and twisting inside her like an anaconda on ecstasy, with that weird flare battering away at her cervix with every bizarre stroke. Just ignore it. Line up your shot, get the job done and if this thing doesn't... finish by then, add him to the hit-list. she thought to herself.
She supposed she should be grateful for the strange way in which the tapir mated. If it really was humping her with all of that bulk she would never have been able to aim, but if she gave it her all she could still keep her target in the crosshairs of her scope. So she tried to ignore the animal's grunts, the overpowering smell of pachyderm rut and the knowledge that she was being used by an animal, trapped under it until it blasted god knows how much of pachyderm spunk into her overstuffed sex. The tapir seemed to have no reservation mounting a female of another species. After all, she was letting him do it and the warm tunnel wrapped around his girthy cock was pulsing and squelching in a way that was sufficiently familiar. The beast was long enough and thick enough to make Jesse wince and hiss as it pumped her slit, an impressive feat given both the mare's peak physical condition as well as her appetites.
There was no ignoring the way she was being filled, or the way the strange member rubbed along her sensitive flesh as the animal grunted above her, so Jesse tried to imagine someone on top of her rather than something. As disgusted and embarrassed as she was, her body had been teased too hard for it to reject a stiff, thick piece of male, and she knew that part of the mess being churned out of her was of her own making. The strange cock in her seemed to move almost on its own, with the tapir's thrusts thankfully being minimal as his strange tool flexed and shifted inside her, the muscles along her thighs and her trim belly quivering and threatening to divert her attention when she needed it most.
She kept her eye on the mastiff down below, tracking him and waiting for her chance. She'd only have one shot, one chance to do this and she couldn't afford to miss just because this horny fucker smelled her out and decided to help himself to some wet zebra pussy. The noises it was making were getting weirder, but still mercifully quiet enough that nobody but Jesse could hear it. The strange tip was growing a little bigger, ridges along it scraping along the walls of her sex that had her ears twirling. A final thrust made her wince and almost lose her target, a punch against her cervix as the thick part of the tapir's cock throbbed and swelled.
"Ungghhh, you son of a... mnnngghhhh!" she hissed, flicking her ears back as the engorged mass in her sex throbbed in a very telling way. She focused on her task, trying to ignore the first blast of thick animal spunk splattering against her cervix, followed soon by a second, a third... she didn't have a chance to see the tapir's sack, but there was a flood of sperm being pumped into her and the flow showed no signs of slowing as the amorous beast grunted happily above her, the fleshy sheath pressed against her splayed sex and with that engorged flare stopping the warm, gooey torrent from going anywhere but deeper in.
It was while she was being inseminated that the ideal moment presented herself, and for one blessed second Jesse forgot what was happening to her and squeezed the trigger, catching the sight of the mastiff’s thick neck blossoming in red before everyone in the camp lost their mind. The shot was suppressed but it was still loud enough to spook the male rutting her, and it was only through good fortune that Jesse avoided getting trampled as the panicking tapir dismounted her before he was done. She cried out as the massive tip was yanked from her while it was still swollen, the mare's eyes going wide as she turned around to regard the fleeing male who'd just bred her. The heavy shaft was dragging along the ground, leaving a furrow in the green grass as well as a trail of white slime. What Jesse thought was a flare looked more like a flare that tried to swallow a beer can, the sight of it enough to make her wince as thick tapir cum drooled from her sex. After a quick check to see if she was hurt she began to turn towards her rifle when a voice from the brush made her hesitate.
"Don't move!" came a voice she first thought was another woman's until the greenery parted, showing three boys barely in their teens but with semi-automatic rifles at the ready and aimed at her. Jesse swore under her breath as her day kept getting worse, remaining on her knees as she raised her hands above her head. The boys took only a moment to look around to make sure she was alone before turning their attention back to her.
"Never seen a woman raise her ass for a tapir. How bad did he wreck your pussy?" asked a black panther, the tallest of the boys and by Jesse's estimate at the most a fourteen year old.
"Takes more than that to hurt me." she replied in a steady tone, hoping to cow the brats with a display of confidence. Bad enough they could see her dripping cunt, she didn't need them to see her shying away from a pack of leering pubescents.
"So you're a real whore? That's good, been a while since we had one who could take a good fucking..." the young panther said, not surprising Jesse in the least. Child soldiers were common in these parts and she didn't doubt that young as they were these punks were rapists as well as killers. "What does 'MOAB' mean?" he asked, pointing to the white lettering stenciled on the tactical rig - a few thick straps with handy pockets that were the only thing keeping her massive chest secure. She wondered if they were really curious, or if it was just an excuse to stare. The strap the words was written on ran across her firm globes and wasn't broad enough to completely cover the zebra's dark areolae, a sight horny boys weren't likely to miss.
"Bend over and I'll show you!" Jesse almost growled. She was pissed at being fucked by a wild animal, pissed off even worse by the fact that these three were watching her most if not all of the time the tapir was pumping her cunt, and the last straw was the humiliation of playing prisoner for the three cocky brats. If it weren't for the guns in their hands she'd have them all over her knee one by one until their asses were raw.
But the guns gave the boys power and they knew it. Two kept her in their sights while a third knelt behind her, tying her wrists together with practiced ease. With her hands bound the panther showed no fear and he walked up to Jesse and undid his pants, dropping them to reveal a fully erect cock with tiny little barbs doting its length. The kid wasn't bad for his age, but after the tapir Jesse doubted she'd feel much other than those barbs when the kid took what he obviously wanted. She fully expected him to push her down and jump between her legs, but the leering feline just pushed his shaft into her cleavage, driving the leaky point between her breasts still pressed tight together by the revealing vest she wore.
His friends gathered to watch, both of them hard as the leader of their little gang began to hump up, making the zebra's mouthwatering tits bounce as he pistoned his shaft into the warm tight crease between the striped globes. Her chest was big enough to swallow his kitty-cock, but the teen's tip would peek out when he thrust into her cleavage, enough to spray feline pre across the tops of her breasts and fill her nose with the scent of a horny young male. The smell of the boy was perfume after the barnyard aroma of a rutting tapir, and normally she would have savored both the fragrance of a horny boy and the act of fooling around with one if these twerps hadn't taken her prisoner!
The two kids on either side of her were stroking themselves, and while the coyote on her left seemed to be a late bloomer the llama on her right had something more substantial. She wasn't sure what they were looking forward to, but the black cat pumping her chest obviously had no intention of pulling out before he came. His humping became smoother even as he picked up speed, her heavy chest no longer bouncing but jiggling constantly as the panther used her to get off. She wasn't sure if it was the softness of her cleavage or the sight of a pair of round tits that tended to make even grown males drool, but less than a minute later she saw the abs of the young panther flex and heard the growly groans that would have been adorable if this little shit hadn't taken her at gunpoint. She felt warm wetness bloom between her tits before the boy wedged his thumbs into her cleavage and spread it open, so that his tip started spurting up with enough force to reach Jesse's muzzle. The boys were admiring her new stripes and no doubt contemplating what to do next when a radio chirped to life. Whoever was on the other line apparently had enough influence to get the brats to cut their fun short, and before she knew it Jesse was pushed up and marched to the boys' camp...
*******
There was a riot of raucous laughter and the sort of lascivious comments that should have never come from the mouths of children. Boys, to be precise. Jesse’s trained eyes were wide open as she tried to get the layout and assess the number of armed personnel here. The young males seemed to range from about fourteen to as young as ten, but even the youngest among them showed no sign of innocence as they jostled each other trying to get a good look at her. Even the few prepubescents in the crowd were leering, no doubt emulating the older boys. And those in the grip of puberty were showing it, with young cocks hardening all around her as they feasted their eyes on a buxom mare already wearing their friend’s cum and with her messy sex showing signs of a recent and vigorous rutting.
 The noise around her was deafening, with arguments and outright fights breaking out as the horny boys fought over the order in which they’d rape their captive, but the opening of a tent flap was enough to quiet them, and the sight of a tall black feline emerging enough to make everyone but Jesse to stand at attention.
“Miguel, report!” The panthress barked, sparing Jesse no more than a glance before focusing her eyes on the boy who’d had the audacity to fuck the mare’s still messy tits.
“We caught her with that gun on the ridge overlooking the smuggler camp. We… we brought her here as soon as we could.” Said the young feline almost sheepishly. A bit strange considering the feline commanding this gang looked enough like him to be his mother, but judging by her glare there was little motherly affection to look forward to.
“Do you think I’m blind? And even if I were I wouldn’t miss the fact that she reeks of cum.”
“We… I only used her chest!” the boy protested.
“So why is her cunt leaking all over my camp?”
“I… I don’t know! She must have lifted her tail for someone. Look at her, she’s dressed like a whore, what would you…” the boy blurted, realizing he’d gone too far a few seconds to late. Jesse would have balked at seeing a child get a slap to the face like the one the panthress just gave him, but the brat had pissed her off enough for her not to feel too bad about seeing him get some parental discipline.
And it was no wonder the panthress had taken offence. Even though they weren’t leather, the black pants the feline was wearing were designed sort of like chaps, with a large gap exposing her crotch and no doubt a lot of that black-furred ass, her modesty preserved by panties that would have left little to the imagination even if their color hadn’t blended with her fur. The tank-top she wore was low-cut and sheer enough for her nipples to poke through, and neither it nor the tactical rig she was wearing did much to conceal the feminine bounty nature had bestowed upon her. It took Jesse no more than a few moments to understand how this band of ruthless brats was kept in such control – respect for strength, fear of violence, and an adolescent lust for their hyper-sexualized leader. She doubted the panthress had ever let one of the kids have a go at her, but that would only make them want her more.
“My name is Valeria Romero and I command this troop. So, what am I going to get from you? Name, rank? Serial number?” the panthress asked as she carefully eyed the captive mare.
“How about ‘go fuck yourself’?” she replied and with her hands bound behind her back had no choice but to take the smack the feline threw at her face. “Okay, okay, I’ll give you something… I think I’ve still got about half a pint of tapir cum up in my pussy, you’re free to lick as much of it as you like…” she said, bracing herself for a slap or a punch. Neither came, but she didn’t like the crooked smile the panthress was giving her.
“Right then. You four, take this whore to the post and tie her down.” She said, and the boys eagerly sprung to action.
Jesse was marched to a large post with a rifle barrel trained on her as a young coyote untied her hands only to bind them once again at the wrist in front of her. The mare’s was driven to her knees and had her knees pulled far appart before her bound hands were pulled forward and clipped to a chain dangling from the big wooden pole. Her vest was unbuckled and tossed aside and with her bent over and her legs splayed Jesse could well guess what was about to happen to her. Her cheeks burned at the idea that she was about to be gang-banged by a bunch of horny brats while that smug panthress watched. When the boys stayed back and the black feline approached she half-dreaded and half-hoped that it would be her torturing her, sparing her no pain but at least saving her from the humiliating fate of becoming a playground sperm-bank.
When the panthress unscrewed the top from a plastic bottle of water she wasn’t sure what to expect, but the feline didn’t keep her guessing long. In a lightning fast stroke she shoved the tip of the bottle into the mare’s sex and squeezed hard. The plastic crinkled and Jesse suppressed a groan at the sensation of cold water filling her and immediately leaking out, a milky stream as it washed out what remained of the tapir’s load.
“Oh dear, still dirty? Just how many times did you let that animal fuck you?” the black cat gloated, yanking the bottle out and remaining silent as the mix of water and tapir seed streamed out of the bound mare. “I guess I really will have to clean this messy cunt of yours myself…” she said before getting down on her knees and placing her hands on the bound zebra’s round cheeks.
A gasp was torn from Jesse’s throat, drawing sniggers from the horny boys watching her as a tongue swiped suddenly across her glistening black sex. Jesse was no stranger to being eaten out, nor was she shy about sitting on someone’s muzzle while they went to work, but she’d never been on the receiving end of oral from a feline. The panthress tongue was warm, broad and possessed of that thrilling meaty strength but the surface was almost like sandpaper.
The next tongue-lash came a split second later and Jesse didn’t quite manage to bite of her whimper, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by the throng of leering boys. Paws were wrapped around a wide assortment of cocks as the horny twerps sniggered at her distress as she tried to get a grip on herself. That pussy behind her knew pussy, her licks rapid and pressing firmly against the striped mare’s slit, a display of skill the zebra could have appreciated if not for the raspy surface of the other woman’s tongue. Half a minute into the feline cunnilingus and she felt like her mounds was on fire, but when she felt thumbs press into the well-licked flesh of her sex she knew that the worst was to some. 
When the panthress spread her open wide Jesse grit her teeth but she still let out something that sounded too much like a whinny when that sadistic tongue dipped into the glistening pink flesh hidden behind her plump dark folds. The panthress pushed her tongue in deep, her muzzle mashed against the mare’s spayed slit with enough force that she could feel those big white teeth against the tenderized skin of her sex. With her face buried in Jesse’s cunt the dark feline couldn’t really lick her in broad strokes, but just having that rough tongue wriggling in her was making the mare whimper.
She wasn’t sure how it lasted, since every second had dragged on for ages, but by the time the panthress had some up for air several of the boys had already blown their loads just watching their commander prep their prisoner. Even those who’d popped still looked interested in having a go at her stripy ass and those who were still stroking rock-hard cocks looked like hounds on a leash.
“All right, everyone queue up, I don’t care how. Miguel, you’re going to the back of the line. Let this be a lesson to all of you – pussy is a reward you get for obedience. If I see any of you taking what you didn’t earn, there will be consequences…” she said, giving the mare’s ass a sharp slap before stepping aside and letting the first boy take up position behind the bound zebra.
*******
Fuck, another worthless little shit! Jesse thought to herself, ears folded back as she took yet another teenage load, a literal kid grunting on top of her as he ground his hips against her. Jesse didn’t have any problems with fucking little boys, and in her troop she had a bit of a reputation as a cherry picker. She enjoyed getting some shy little thing riled up until she was sure he could give her a proper fucking and then either riding him or letting him mount her and rut her silly. She’d fuck with their little minds first, making sure they knew only a loser get off in a woman without getting her off, but that was a lesson these brats never learned.
So not only did she have to endure the humiliation of being gangbanged in front of smug little brats playing at soldiers, but the little twerps were just going at it without giving a damn about giving her an orgasm. She’d taken at least a dozen loads of pubescent spunk in her by now and she’d had two orgasms, neither of which was particularly satisfying. The young goat even now grinding his hips against her ass and his spurting tip against her cervix showed promise at first, but less than a minute of jack-hammer thrusting and he was dumping his spunk into her already overflowing sex.
The reek of cum was all the mare could smell now, with a puddle forming under her and with the mess splattered all over the insides of her thighs. A trickle was also escaping her ebony pucker, but luckily only one boy had ridden her ass, and he was teased mercilessly by the others for being a fag. Even the brats too young to get a stiffy didn’t want to pass the chance to have a go at the camp’s new prize. With her still bent over her heavy mounds were dangling and swaying with every thrust into her drenched sex, and the sight of a majestic pair of striped tits had soon drawn a handful of prepubescent to her. The brats alternated between pawing and slapping at the firm globes, pinching and tugging her nipples until instinct won over and they settled for taking turns sucking on the plush mounds.
A rabbit took the place of the spent goat, pushing a modest young cock into the glistening mess they’d made of her pussy and immediately preceding to hump into her with lapine vigor. There were some pretty decent pieces of dick out there and Jesse hadn’t expected much from the bunny’s pecker, but the kid must have already stroked himself off while waiting for his turn, because he just kept railing the bound mare with no sign of stopping. He did it in long strokes at first, pulling almost all of the way out before driving back in, but then he just sort of hopped up onto Jesse’s ass, laying himself across her back and wrapping his arms around the mare as he just bounced his hips against the messy rump. The cocklet was barely leaving her slit and was churning the mess inside her into a froth but it was poking the right places. For a few brief seconds Jesse allowed herself to savor the young shaft railing her pussy and the lips wrapped around her nipples. When captured it was important to keep your morale up after all, and her morale spiked as she finally came, milking the bunny’s cock and pushing the horny lapine into his own climax as she rode out her own.
“I can’t take it anymore!” came a cry from the crowd, followed soon by a panting mutt gripping his cock as he jostled the still dazed rabbit off Jesse’s ass. 
The dog’s paws were shaking as he laid one on the mare’s right cheek and used the other to guide his tip to the leaky mess that was her pussy. The young canine lasted just long enough to push his shaft and swollen knot into the mare before he gripped her ass with both hands and groaned as he sprayed his load inside her. The other boys started laughing and teasing the pup for lasting only long enough to push himself in, and Jesse herself had little sympathy for the pup seeding her. A glance to her side showed her only the panther boy waiting for his turn, and she felt some relief that she was almost done.
And it was a panther that walked up to her, but not the teen with the achingly hard cock sticking out of his crotch. Valeria was smiling and had a hungry look to her as she sauntered towards the mare and unclipped her bound wrists from the chain holding her to her post. She casually pushed the boy off of her and the mare took the opportunity to straighten her aching back after her ordeal. This brought her muzzle level with the panthress’ crotch and she couldn’t miss the way the black panties were clinging to the feline’s slit, thoroughly soaked after the show the boys had put on.
“Are you thirsty?” she asked, and Jesse had to nod in response. “It’s your own fault for acting so intimidating. If my boys hadn’t been scared you’d bite their little cocks off they would have shot a few loads into that smart mouth of yours. But I’m a little braver so here…” Valeria said, pulling her soaked panties to the side and exposing a pretty feline pussy. “The more you lick, the more I’ll leak. C’mon, show me how much you want it. After all, you owe me, don’t you?”
Jesse’s ears folded back in anger at the black cat’s smugness, but she did press her muzzle to her slit and get to work. With a big, thick tongue that was as smooth as velvet she could hardly put the feline to the sweet agony she’d inflicted on her, but she had an idea. She’d just had a decent orgasm, and was thinking almost clearly, while the normally sensible black cat was so horned up from watching the show her ‘army’ had put on that she might be a bit careless.
The big cat purred as the meaty equine tongue pushed past her dripping folds and into the sweet pink tunnel beyond, a purr revving up almost instantly as she dug her fingers into Jesse’s Mohawk-mane and pushed her face against her crotch. If Miguel was turned off by watching what Jesse was pretty sure was his mother getting eaten out by another woman the boy didn’t show it, with both the panther cub and his barbed cock standing to attention.
And Jesse wasn’t being subtle about it. She pretended she really was parched and desperate for the feline honey filling her mouth as she slurped away at Valeria’s sex, doing her best to do a good enough job to cloud the black cat’s mind. Her lips formed a seal around the cat’s folds and her nose nuzzled the little pink nub at the top of the panthress’ sex, her tongue plunging, twisting and curling as the cat above her purred like a finely-tuned engine. Good enough… she mused as she suddenly pushed her powerful neck out against the cat’s crotch while at the same time sweeping her bound arms behind the cat’s left knee. The panthress leg buckled and the force of Jesse’s head against her was enough to push her over, the cat still too dazed from a near-climax to stop herself from falling flat on her back. With her hands still tied Jesse didn’t have a lot of options, so she leapt up on top of the now snarling cat, trying to pin her down with her weight alone.
“Fucking cunt! What are you little shits waiting for? Pull her off and lock her up!” Valera snarled out, less composed after being denied release and embarrassed in front of her troop in the same moment. The boys hesitated for a moment but Jesse doubted she had more than that, so she turned to face Miguel who was still stunned and still horny.
“C’mon fucker, last chance for mare-pussy before it goes under lock and key…” she teased, lifting her tail and giving the boy a mouthwatering view of her own thoroughly rutted pussy mashed against the pristine sex of his furious mother. Predictably enough to boy leapt at the chance, quite literally, and as he pounced Jesse slid up and grunted in satisfaction when the boy’s weight landed on her but his cock failed to plunge into her drooling pussy. And both the young cat’s groan and the fierce snarl of the cat under her made it clear that Miguel had in fact sheathed his barbed cock in a nice tight pussy…
Jesse wasn't sure which sound she liked better - the yowl of the panthress as she was suddenly hilted by an achingly hard barbed cock, or the gasps of her boy-soldiers as they watched one of them bury themselves sheath-deep into the feline who ruled them with an iron fist and a velvet glove.
"What are y-... pull out NOW!" the panthress growled, shooting a venomous look at her own son in the hopes it would make the boy yank his cock from the feline sex holding it. But the boy hesitated, and Jesse saw her chance.
"How about it Miguel? Be a good boy and pull out of her and take the last turn at a messy mare-slit that the whole camp has already loosened up, or be a man and take a fresh tight... pussy?"
"Miguel, if you don't get up this instant, I'll..." the panthress said, trying to keep her voice steady and even, a tricky thing with a buxom mare laying on her chest and her own son's cock pulsing between her legs.
"If she could she'd have already done it. And you're already in trouble anyway, so it's up to you what you're gonna be punished for. And who knows - a nice piece of dick might... loosen her up?" the zebra suggested.
When the boy started to pull out she could see both the relief and the twinge from the softly raking barbs on the felines face, and it was a dirty little pleasure for Jesse to watch that relief shatter as the young panther's cock was driven back into his shocked mother with enough force to bounce the zebra laying across her. A second thrust followed the first, the awed gasp of the watching boys mixing with the grunts of the panthress who still couldn't believe she was getting fucked not only by one of her soldiers, but her own son! Jesse still couldn't be happy about her situation, since the boys were bound to realize soon enough there were two pussies up for grabs, but she took some satisfaction from seeing the proud feline brought low. She'd exposed as much of this sleek, curvaceous body as she could to the teens, balancing discipline with raw sexual appeal until this moment. The boys watching them must have had their first orgasms beating their stiffies to the thoughts of the black-furred feline commanding them, and now they were watching her get fucked like who knows how many women captured by this troop.
Miguel was leaning over her now as he railed his mom's pussy, letting her taste all of the frustration he'd accumulated while watching every boy who could get it up take a turn with Jesse while he was forced to watch. The thrusting was bouncing both females and a steady stream of boyish cum was oozing from the mare's sex, lubing the panther's cock as it plunged over and over between his snarling mother's thighs as the boy ravenously enjoyed the forbidden fruit. All around them boys stroked their cocks back to life and Jesse was sure one of them was going to pull her off any moment when the panthress under her stopped grunting and she felt a hard tip prod the mess the teens had made of her sex.
She barely felt Miguel when he shoved himself in after what she'd taken, but she still cried out when his barbs raked her sore sex on his way out, the panther jabbing wildly into her for nearly a minute before yanking out all the way and pushing himself back into his mother. He pumped the snarling feline some more before returning to the mare's dripping sex, but the next time he slipped out the others seemed to decide that they watched for long enough. Jesse was rolled off the panthress and a flock of horny boys descended on both of them. Valeria was held down as small hands went to work, striping off the tactical vest and tearing the tight tank top to shreds, exposing the big cat's big chest, a pair of lush black-furred tits bouncing across her chest as her own son ploughed her like a man possessed.
Jesse wasn't much better off, with a young boar taking position between her thighs and eyeing her messy slit hungrily. The cork-screw tip of his cock stabbed wildly a few times until it finally found it's mark, the thin cock twisting and squirming as it plunged deep into the mess made by one horny tapir and a troop of perverted teens. A hare pushed a small cock towards her muzzle and Jesse just parted her lips and took the boy's cock into her mouth, tasting both the kid’s spunk and her own pussy on the shaft pumping her muzzle. The boys were still nervous about pushing their cocks into the maw of the snarling panthress, but a weasel had mounted her trim tummy and was humping wildly into a set of tits just a tad smaller than the mare's striped mounds. The idea that the black cat would soon have enough streaks of cum shooting over her for them to look like twins almost made the mare laugh out loud, but a poke of a porcine cock against her cervix made her situation less than humorous. After all, the only person who could keep these vicious little bastards in check was being held down and raped right next to her, and she had to wonder what shape the two of them would be in by the time the boys got tired of fucking.
She could see Miguel hooking his hand under one of Valeria's knees, pushing her leg up and spreading the panthress even wider, allowing the boy to push everything he had into the buxom cat on each thrust. The force of the teen's thrusts was impressive given the difference in size between himself and his enraged mother and Jesse caught herself watching the savage fucking from the corner of one eye. It was a more eye-catching sight than the belly of the boy pumping his slender cock past her lips, the shaft by now clean of both boyish spunk and a mare's nectar and judging by the periodic twitch close to shooting another sticky little load into the zebra.
"M-Miguel! Pull out, that's an order! You... you can't... don't... don-" Valeria grunted out, biting off the last word when her son gave a final thrust and began grinding his hips against the panthress' crotch. 
Suddenly the black cat looked truly vulnerable, the reality of her situation sinking in as her own child pumped his load into her. She'd raised a mob of brutal young males, held together only with a discipline that was lost permanently now that they've seen her get taken and bred just like who knows how many captured females. Jesse saw her wince as the horny boy ground himself against her, his fully flared barbs raking almost painfully after the hard rutting he'd given the panthress. Jesse wondered if the woman was using protection, or if her son had just given her another 'recruit' for her little army.
She was grateful that at least she'd taken precautions, because if the deluge of teenage sperm she'd collected so far wasn't enough, the boar grunting as he fucked her was about to pump her to the brim. She could feel the enormous porcine nuts grinding against her cheeks as the crazy cock of the pig-boy drilled away, squirming and twisting in her as the tip poked her cervix on every thrust. The hare riding her face didn't stop humping even as he came, his cocklet squirting a few jets into the back of the mare's throat before leaking the rest against her tongue as Jesse did her best not to sputter. Once he pulled out she could see the boy riding Valeria's chest had also finished, the pearly load stark against black fur as the teen rolled the stunned panthress and lifted her roughly by her flared hips and her thick tail. A donkey took place behind her, barely into puberty but either an early bloomer or a legendary stud in the making. Jesse had already been humped by nearly a dozen boys and a tapir when he'd gotten his turn, and the jack's cock had felt hefty in the slippery confines of her sex, but that wasn't what was in store for the panthress.
She idly wondered what she'd done to the jack for him to bear a grudge, because the donkey had only thrust into her slit once in order to get his black length wet before pushing the blunt tip under the panthress' tail. That brought her back to reality and outraged her enough for her to struggle, but with half a dozen teens holding her down it was pointless and accomplished nothing but giving them a show as they watched her firm ass wriggle against the cock ready to claim it. Jesse's position wasn't much better, as evidenced by the torrent of porcine cum even now rushing into her as the pork-boy's tip found her cervix and dumped his spunk straight into her womb, but she still took some delight in seeing the panthress' tail puff up as a hard length of donkey-meat was pushed steadily under it. She didn't see the jack hilt because a young bull took position in front of her and pushed himself into her mouth as the boar groaned and pulsed between her legs...
*******
"What the..." Tyson rumbled before Lewis signaled the big buffalo to keep quiet.
This place was obviously an armed camp but the lookout posts were empty, and now that they were in the middle of it the platoon could see why. The solders here were in their early teens or younger, and every boy in the place was either busy with two very much adult females or busy watching those who were. Lewis was quick to recognize Jesse, who for the first time in her life looked like she might have gotten more boy-love than she could handle. They'd tracked her here from their last reported location and were staring in shock at the sight of the lascivious mare on her back with her limp legs on the shoulders of a young wolf humping into her. A rat was sitting on her belly and thrusting into the mare's pride and joy, the two heavy globes now almost completely white, evidence that this wasn't the first teen to fuck her tits. A young jack was kneeling just above her head, his hand resting on the underside of the muzzle he was humping into. Lewis could see the mare's throat bulge out every time the donkey pushed himself deep enough for Jesse's lips to meet his sheath and for his sack to slap her nostrils, but judging by the way her arms were weakly flailing their comrade was still conscious.
They weren't sure who the panthress was, even though from afar she might have been mistaken for another zebra with the streaks of pubescent seed clinging to her fur. A lanky young Doberman was behind the kneeling feline, gripping her arms and holding the cat's torso off the ground as he bucked like crazy, trying to drive a swollen knot into the mess his red shaft was sinking into. The panthress was mumbling something, begging him not to do it even though it was obvious she was barely holding on to consciousness after what must have been a marathon fuck-session. Her heavy breasts were uncovered, with white droplets of teen spunk flying from her stiff nipples as the messy globes bounced wildly with every savage thrust of the canine determined to tie with her.
The boys hadn't even noticed them, hypnotized by the sight of the obscene spectacle, many of them considering which female to take next as they stroked their stiff young cocks. He couldn't blame them for being careless, since even his platoon of seasoned veterans was hypnotized by the orgy taking place in front of them. To his right he heard Miranda whimper softly, the golden retriever frozen in place as Gavin moved in behind her, embracing the staring bitch and slipping one hand under her belt and into her panties. The shriek of the panthress brought his gaze back to her and the Doberman who'd just pushed her knot into the big cat and was grinding against the stuffed slit as he pumped it full of puppy-batter.
Figuring that was enough, Lewis grabbed his rifle and fired a burst into the air, a warning shot that soon got the boys attention. They were all naked or near enough, and not a single one was near their weapon whereas the adults advancing on them were very clearly armed. It didn't take them long to realize that and once they did every one of them dashed away into the safety of the thick jungle foliage. The Doberman who'd just tied released his unwilling mate and swung one leg over her rump just like a feral dog would have done. Ass-to-ass with the whimpering cat, the boy's feet scrabbled over the cum-soaked dirt so frantically that he actually dragged the panthress several feet before her straining sex released an obscenely swollen knot, the canine cock still spraying cum as the teen it belonged to ran away.
"L-Lewis?" Jesse asked, looking at her platoon upside-down and sounding hoarse from the cock that was until recently fucking her throat.
"You all right Jesse?" Lewis asked as Miranda only now remembered to slap away the paw of the otter who was playing with her pussy.
"I'm fine... really. I've had... Saturday nights more intense than this..." the mare insisted, rolling and managing to rise to her hooves. Her legs still shook and when one buckled they splayed enough to part her thighs and spread her sex wide enough for some of the mess to splash from between the gaped folds. Lewis got to her in time and threw one of her arms around his shoulder even though she was weakly protesting.
"Dhooon't... you're gonna get... cum all over you..."
"That's okay. When you get your strength back you can wash my uniform for me..." he teased, getting a snort from the striped mare.
"As if!"
"So who's your friend?" he asked, pointing to the panthress who'd managed to roll onto her back and was barely clinging to consciousness.
"No fuckin' friend of mine. Valeria Romero... she was the leader of those little cock-snots..."
"I heard about her! She wasn't in our briefing but there's a price on her head..." said Miranda as she straightened her shorts.
"So she's coming with us either way. Only I doubt she's up for a march. Tyson, can you handle her?" he said, figuring that if he was staring at her like that the buffalo wouldn't mind carrying the black cat.
"I think I can manage..." the bison said with a grin.
"Just make sure you don't drop her. Apparently she's worth a lot of money..." he said, matching the big male's smile.
"Gotcha..." was the buffalo's reply as he fished a hard bovine cock out of his pants. Valeria mumbled protests as the giant hoisted her up, and mewled as her sloppy slit was lowered slowly onto the hard red pole until she was sitting on his crotch with everything the big bull was packing stuffed in her sore sex.
"Yohhooouu can't... you fucking bastard, take it ouuuuhhhhht!" the panthress groaned, stirred to wakefulness as she bounced on the bison’s cock with every step.
"Better calm down kitty, and if you do I'll stroll nice and easy back to base. If not, I can always jog there..." Tyson said, with the cat burying her face against his chest in shame as the platoon laughed at the idea.