Thud!
               It was a dull, meaty sound and not nearly as suggestive as the plaintive whimper that followed it. She could still feel the spine-tingling force with which the young equine's shaft sprung up, her trim belly still feeling the sting of the heavy organ that had smacked against it. The tawny lioness was biting her lip to keep from begging, but her body betrayed her nevertheless.
               The whimpers and whines she couldn't stifle were telling, but not as much as the thin drizzle of her honey dripping from her slit and onto the mottled length that remained frustratingly outside her. Adam was silent, but she could hear his smirk, the impish grin on the face of a cherub as he kept a firm grip on the hand-filling globes of her rump. The strong, hoof-nailed fingers would occasionally squeeze the perfect cheeks, and sometimes wander between them, brushing just under the lioness' tail, or even lower than that.
The thought of her tail was enough to make her cheeks burn. Try and she might she couldn't get the traitorous appendage to lower and hide her most intimate parts from the colt's gaze. And as humiliating as it was to be so exposed to the boy, the fact that he was waiting for her to beg was even more galling. She tried telling herself again how she wouldn't stoop to that, but the long, deep scratches in the surface of her once pristine desk told a different story.
She was a professional, the principal of the very child admiring the sight and feel of her presented behind. More than that, she was a huntress! A cold gaze from her had always been enough to wither even the most confident male, and a warm one would have them begging for more. She'd never allowed a male to see her in the position she was now - bent over her own desk, her beasts flat against the hard wood, her legs lewdly parted and her tail raised in an unsubtle invitation. Had one ever caught sight of her like this he would have crawled over broken glass to reach her. And this brat wanted her to beg!
"Come on, Ms. Stephens. No point in torturing yourself..." she heard him taunt her, the still unbroken voice carrying a mockery of deference as he respectfully used her last name. She knew better - he'd had her too many times for him to have any respect left for her. So many, many times... would just one more really matter?
"D-do it..." she hissed through clenched teeth.
"What was that?"
"Just put it in already! P-please..." she said, her ears flicking back in humiliation as the last word was forced from her muzzle.
"Whatever you say, Ms. Stephens..." he said innocently and the lioness winced at his condescending tone.
The colt was adding insult to injury by acting like she was the one in control even as he took one hand off her ass presumably to guide the tip of the cock that he'd been slapping against her stomach to her by now dripping sex. It was infuriating enough that part of her insisted she get up, pull her skirt down, button her blouse up and send the little demon away unsatisfied.
But as he wouldn't be the only one unsatisfied in that scenario, the idea was quickly replaced by a more attractive notion - laying the young equine down on the rug, pacing around him as he looked up at her rather than down. Putting one stiletto-heeled pump on either side on his head, letting her petals slowly drip onto him while he begged her to straddle his face and give him a taste. After all that was the way it should be - an eager young colt, easily cowed by her slitted gaze, a plaint little toy for her to play with.
But as much as she enjoyed that fantasy it burst like a soap-bubble the moment the smooth skin of Adam's flare touched the messy cleft between her legs. A gasp was forced out of her as her abdominal muscles clenched. Sending out a little gush of feline essence spraying against the equine member. Her mind wanted control over the situation, but her body craved something else entirely, and didn't care how it got it.
She tried to cling to her resolve as Adam teased her, stroking the flared tip of his mottled cock against the quivering leonine lips no male should have been able to resist. But it seemed to be literally evaporating, coming out her muzzle as steam with every hot  little pant she let out, wriggling her hips in an attempt to feel just a little more of the equine spire pressed against her sex. She felt a purr coming on and tried to fight it as the young stallion brushed his flare up and down, up and down, up and...
And further up, trailing the feminine juices smeared over it across the small expanse of feather-soft fur until the blunt tip once reached a spot bare of it. Diane Stephens was literally panting now, eyes wide as a mixture of panic and a deep thrill had her heart pounding in her ears. Her suspicions of what Adam intended were confirmed when he pressed the blunt flare to her pucker and the mottled tip released a small, hot squirt against her clenched tail-hole.
"I'll gladly give you a foal Ms. Stephens, but you'll have to ask a lot more nicely for one first. After all, it wouldn't be fair to all the other women who did..." he said, pressing just a little bit harder against the tiny patch of pink flesh just under the lioness' raised tail and making it clench up on reflex.
Diane had to bite her lip to keep from begging, pleading Adam to breed her and put his foal in her right then and there. She nearly drew blood in doing so, but she knew that if the boy did manage to get her with child he would own her, body and mind. Unwilling to surrender herself fully to the young stud, she did her best to relax her pucker and accept a sort of consolation prize.
It wouldn't be the first time the colt claimed her tail, and she knew from experience just how much it would hurt, especially the next day. But it would also mean she would take that glorious equine spire inside her, feeling it throb as she was filled and stretched to her limit before the young equine began to slide it in and out.
The thought was enough to make her toes curl and her forgotten sex to let out another little gush of leonine honey, as the colt's juices trickled against her back door. She felt one thumb dig into her cheek and spread it wide as her young lover smeared the blunt flare all over her rosebud. She felt the massive tip nudging against her, spreading her open wider and wider. When she felt she was ready she took one long, deep breath, feeling her delicate opening relax just in time for the colt's next thrust.
She snarled as pain blossomed from beneath her tail, the intrusion of a stallion's member apparently being something her body couldn't really get used to, no matter how many times it happened. She could feel her rear struggling to push the massive invader out even as the throbbing length made steady progress, conquering her ass inch by thick inch. She could feel the walls of her sex rubbing against each other as her insides were compressed to make room for the mammoth cock, the subtle stimulation that she knew from experience would be enough to make her cum at least once before the young stud pumped his load under her tail. After a brief struggle her muscles finally relaxed enough to allow Adam to ease most of himself inside her, stopping only when the medial ring brushed against her taut pucker.
"All right Ms. Stephens, you know what's next. Just take a nice deep breath..." the colt said before thrusting, and the lioness had obeyed.
The breath she'd taken left her lungs as a series of ragged pants as she sat bolt-upright in the privacy of her own bedroom. She could hear nothing but her own rapid breathing and the blood pounding in her ears, with a familiar wetness between her legs that made it impossible to call the recurring dream she'd been having a nightmare.
Adam's member wasn't under her tail, and it never had been. She'd only ever taken the colt vaginally, and then only once, at least in reality. In her dreams, the young stud took her any way he wanted several times a week, and on a few occasions, several times in the same night! It was a siren call, and she knew that the boy would be only happy to give her what he'd been giving to a number of the teachers if she only asked.
The thought was enough to make her grind her thighs together before she glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand. She groaned when she realized there would be no point in trying to get back to sleep, and instead opened the drawer, her hand emerging only once her fingers closed on a heavy, rubbery length. If she couldn't get any more rest, she'd at least get some of her frustrations out of the way. With the heavy silicone stallion in one hand she considered the large plunger dangling from the end of a transparent tube before deciding against it. Enough of a mess down there as it is... she thought as she pressed the cold flare against her steamy sex...
*******
It had been eight months since that revelation in her office, and Ms. Stephens still couldn't help but see her school with different eyes. The signs, once she knew what to look for, were obvious - which members of the staff and/or faculty were a part of the young stallions growing harem, and which hoped to be. There still seemed a few adult females around the school who were as clueless as she'd been and the lioness almost envied them their ignorance. 
Before she knew just what young Adam Palmer was up to, this had been her school, her domain. These days instead of exerting her own influence all she seemed to do was do her best to try and avoid falling under the colt's. Adam hadn't approached her since that time in her office when he'd left her panting and dripping his seed, subtly mocking her long-held attitude that prey species were inherently submissive when compared to predators.
And it was that knowledge that ground against her nerves. The young equine seemed sure that she'd approach him sooner or later, as eager and willing to please as the rest of the females that lacked the lioness' strength of will. And Diane wasn't sure how long hers would last. The last time Adam had taken her and made her squeal as he rutted her she could still look down on him, at least. The now fourteen-year-old had hit a growth spurt since then, and she knew she only had an inch or two over him thanks to her high heels.
He stood taller than most of his conquests, but still had the lithe body of a colt, not counting a bulge that even baggy pants failed to conceal. Combined with the boyishly handsome face and his easy smile he was difficult to resist - non-threatening yet tantalizingly masculine. Ms. Stephens suspected that one reason she'd managed to fight the urge to seek him out after the initial encounter had been the sheer humiliation of submitting to someone who was obviously a child. And even though he still was, he had grown, and part of her couldn't help but wonder just where and how much. Hence the rubber stallion in her bed-side drawer.
A curious noise from a classroom that should have been empty made the lioness keen ear swivel. Class was in session, the hallways empty apart from her but it was defiantly not a lecture taking place behind that door. The sound was followed by a voice, someone speaking too low for even her to make out the words, but she caught the reply.
"Okay, I'll try and keep it down. Just please don't stop..."
The statement, and the near-breathless tone in which it was delivered made it clear to Diane just what was taking place behind that door, her long tail lashing out behind her at yet another reminder of just who the faculty answered to. Part of her insisted she should just leave whichever air-headed woman was in there to her debauched interlude, but her feet took her silently closer to the door, one hand turning the knob gently and opening it just a crack.
It turned out to be Ms. Dalman, the geography teacher, seated at the edge of her desk and biting her lower lip and still making embarrassing noises. The otter's blouse was open and she was pressing Adam's head to her chest, almost wriggling in place even though the colt obviously wasn't penetrating her.
Adam's lips were sealed around his teacher's full breast as she pushed his head gently against it. He knew from experience that Ms. Dalman's perky mounds were quite sensitive, but the female seemed on the verge climax form nothing more than the sensation of an equine mouth sucking on the firm-fleshed globe and the thin squirts of warm milk it was releasing in response to the colt's nursing.
Her other teat was noticeably less swollen as he cradled it on one palm, cupping the pear-shaped breast and every now and again running the tip of his thumb over a wet and very stiff nipple. His other hand rested on the swell of the otter's belly, a firm and round bump he'd given her after he'd been sent to detention. Since he and Ms. Dalman were the only ones in the room, there had been only one way to pass the time...
"Shouldn't you be going on maternity leave soon? It can't be easy coming to work like this..." he said, letting out a little equine snort into the dense fur of the otter-gal's cleavage before closing his lips around her teat once more.
"Ooh, I know. But if I do I won't get to see you as often..." the otter almost mewled out, holding the colt's head just a little tighter against her as he nuzzled her fluffy bust.
"I'll come and visit you. You won't be the first expecting mother I've kept from getting lonely..."
"I can imagine! But just you wait, I'm going to give you the prettiest little foal yet..." she said, punctuating her sentence with a gasp as Adam once again took her nipple into his mouth, his lips and tongue teasing out the last few squirts from the sensitive nub.
"OoooOOooh Adam, I can't take it any longer! I need you inside me... Please!" the otter cooed, forgetting the need to keep quiet, or - more likely - too horny to care about getting caught.
"Do you think we should? You're kinda far along..."
Ms. Dalman didn't reply, instead just biting her lower lip and letting out a pitiful whine. He was right, of course. It had been quite a tight fit during their first time, so much so that the otter had to call in sick the next day to avoid explaining a bow-legged gait. And they'd both done quite a bit of growing since then...
"Under my tail then. Just a little bit, and very gently. I just need to feel you inside me or I'll go crazy..." she panted out, laying back on her desk and pulling her skirt up.
Ms. Stephens' slitted eye caught the flash of pink between the otter's legs as she spread them wide for the colt, not surprised to notice she wasn't wearing any underwear. The women the colt had under his sway rarely bothered, and the sight made the lioness suddenly aware of the strip of silk hugging her own sex.
Adam considered trying to talk his teacher out of her plan, but the sight of her lying on her desk with a hopeful look on her flushed face as she held her legs under the knees made him change his mind. Suckling the motherly otter had gotten him quite aroused, but there were plenty of other females in the school who would jump at the chance (sometimes quite literally) to help him out with that.
He knew from experience that the pink pucker even now twitching under (or above, given the female's position) that thick rudder-tail was deceptively tiny and that it had in the past taken his shaft surprisingly well. With his eyes still locked on the inviting little tail-hole he trailed one hand down the curve of his teacher's baby-bump until the fingers reached the wet patch between her legs. With one hand on the inside of a shapely thigh he dipped first one and the two fingers in, feeling the otter's lips grip the digits even as her juices soaked into the fur covering them.
He pumped them gently in and out of the steamy mustelid honeypot as Ms. Dalman bucked her hips needily into his touch, her paws groping the soft mounds that the colt had only recently drained of their milky burden. Adam dipped his fingers into her a few more times before pulling the glistening digits out. He admired the sight of the otter's wet, parted folds, both the look and the smell of her sex urging him to push his shaft inside her, but he managed to force his eyes just a little lower.
He first pressed only one finger against the tight ring of pink flesh under the otter's tail, but a quick glance at the wall clock told him they didn't have enough time for him to take it slow. Ms. Dalman barely stifled a squeak when one finger pushed against her pucker, the tight little hole parting and stretching around it before the tip of the second one pressed in, making the expecting mother whimper as she wriggled on her desktop.
Ms. Stephens rolled her slitted eyes at the sight of one of her teachers acting like a mindless slut, unable to stifle the desperately needy sounds she was making as the colt finger-fucked her ass. At least she'd never allowed the brash young colt degrade her like that, not counting the lurid dreams plaguing her nights. The thought alone was enough to make the frustrated lioness clamp her tail down.
Adam pulled his fingers out of the otter carrying his foal, and encouraged by the sight of her now glistening pucker winking at him stood up and took position between her legs. His cock plopped onto her round belly, the underside of the heavy, stiff shaft rubbing along the firm curve. Ms. Dalman's eyes almost crossed as her sight fixed on to the blunt tip and the knowledge that any second now she'd feel it forcing its way up her pliant ass.
"Now Ms. Dalman, we can't have you making as much noise as you did last time..." the colt spoke softly, his words bringing a blush to the otter's face as she remembered the way she'd squealed and moaned on the only previous occasion she'd taken Adam under her tail. That had been after classes were over, and a repeat performance would leave little doubt to anyone on this floor of what was happening in the supposedly empty classroom. "...so just bite down on this and try and take deep breaths."
The otter had opened her slim muzzle on reflex and her cheeks turned a slightly deeper red as her young lover reached around her head and put the tip of her thick braid between her lips. As silly as she must have looked, her hair made an effective gag, and the teacher's nostrils flared as she took a deep breath and gave Adam a nod.
Ms. Stephens, on the other hand, found herself holding her breath. With Adam's back to her she couldn't clearly see what was happening, but she was transfixed nevertheless as she watched the colt's hips pull back, imagining the mottled length sliding along the pregnant otter's rounded belly, the flare brushing past her lips as Adam positioned himself, gripping the equine cock just under the flare before pressing it against...
"Mmmmfffpphhff!"
Even muffled as it was, the otter's squeal as a blunt equine flare forced its way past her barely fingered pucker was enough to make the fur on the lioness' tail bristle. When Ms. Dalman's arms shot up she was sure the woman had come to her senses and was about to push the colt off and out of her. The otter proved her wrong when she emery pulled her stud down a little until she could clasp her hands behind his neck, holding him closer as the boy pushed a little further into speared rump.
The searing pain of her young lover's entry soon faded to a dull throbbing, leaving the eager otter with the delicious sensation of a thick equine cock snaking its way slowly into her, her body yielding to the male as she bit down and drooled into the braid in her mouth. Every now and again one of her legs would kick out at the empty air as Adam's shaft struck a sensitive spot inside her. She did her best to keep breathing, her nostrils flaring even as her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation of Adam sliding deeper and deeper under her tail.
"Mmmpff!"
"Okay Ms. Dalman, I think this is as much as you can handle. Don't feel bad though. Even mares have trouble taking me back there..." he said, and neither the otter nor the unseen lioness doubted he spoke from personal (and no doubt quite extensive) experience. "Now you just relax and take it like a good girl..." he added, the prone mustelid nodding enthusiastically at the mere thought of the impeding rutting.
Ms. Stephens couldn't see the point of penetration, the spot where the colt's massive shaft was stuck inside a pink pucker that had looked too tight to take it. But she could see his hips pulling back and the toes on the otter's bare feet curling, the braid she was biting on failing to muffle a low, needy moan as the monster buried up her ass began to slide out. The lioness had to admit to herself, albeit grudgingly, that Adam was being quite considerate of the woman carrying his foal. She knew from shameful personal experience just how vigorous the colt could be, but his movements as he took the mewling otter's tail hole were slow and gentle. It was the sheer size of him, rather than the pace of his lovemaking that had the mustelid female making all those lusty little sounds.
"Mff-mff-mfff..."
"Did you just cum, Ms. Dalman?"
"Mhhhhhhh..." came the reply from the otter still biting down on her own braid as stars swam in front of her eyes and her toes kept clenching and unclenching.
"I'm getting close too. Do you want me to pull out?"
"Mhhhh-Nononono...." The otter repeated frantically after spitting out the heir that had been muffling her so far and desperately pulling the colt down on top of her, almost terrified at the thought he might withdraw from her tail hole.
She hesitated for a second when her orgasm-wracked brain conjured an image of the mammoth equine cock spurting thick, steaming jets of virile stallion spunk all over her, her palms itching as she imagined herself rubbing the thick coltish essence into the bump on her belly. She thought briefly about her chances of sneaking off to the gym showers unnoticed but decided to just take whatever Adam had to give her up her tail, and save the interesting new idea for another time.
Her lover gave her a few more thrusts before driving as deep as he could go within her and holding still, the otter feeling the flare swell up within her and bring her tantalizingly close to another climax. She bit her lip just in time to stifle a squeal of delight as she felt the colt's cock throb within the snug confines of her plush butt, the surge traveling up the steely length until it seemed to explode deep within her, a wash of intimate warmth that had her toes curling all over again.
Ms. Stephens flicked her ears back as if in an attempt to block out the soft noises the mewling mustelid was making, heat rising to her cheeks at the thought of the sort of sounds she'd made when the devilish colt took her, and the sort she might make if the boy ever mounted her the way he'd just mounted one of his teachers.
From her vantage point she couldn't see the otter's pucker strain around the length twitching as it painted her insides white, but Adam's tail was flagging and she caught a telling enough glimpse of his heavy sack. The two swollen orbs had pulled up against the teen's body and were pulsing visibly as he continued to pump the female squirming on his shaft full of equine spunk. Realizing she'd wound up watching the whole sordid thing she managed to tear her gaze away from the lurid spectacle and pad silently away from the panting pair. She'd gotten quite far and knew she must have merely imagined hearing a long slurping noise followed by a very wet and telling 'pop'.
*******
It had only been a month or so but Tessa Hurst already found herself bored to death in her new posting as a cop in a local school. While everybody was happy with the job the young wolfess was doing she felt useless day in and day out. A sort of combination scarecrow and babysitter. It was only about ten days ago that she noticed something that might qualify as suspicious, and today she was going to make a move on her one and only suspect.
Adam Palmer - a seemingly nice young colt but one that seemed to enjoy a special sort of reputation with both the other students and the faculty. It went beyond popularity and she suspected the kid was either dealing or pushing drugs. And when she saw him walking the hallways during class, she knew she had the perfect opportunity to nab him.
"Mr. Palmer!" she called out, and if the colt was nervous to be the center of the cop's attention he certainly didn't show it. "Why aren't in class?"
"Oh, I was given leave. I'm helping the school nurse with some of her research..."
"Come with me please." She said, trying to hide her smirk. That was a heck of a lie she'd caught him in! The colt kept his cool as she led him to the tiny room that served as her office, not so much as flinching as the imposing lupine locked the door behind them.
"I'm going to have to search your backpack. If you don't cause a fuss I'll try and go easy on you. Otherwise..." she let the sentence hang, but to her dismay the colt's smile never faltered as he handed her his schoolbag. She began to empty it out carefully, expecting to see a baggy any moment, but her eyes went wide when her hand closed on a small bundle of silk, one that was slightly damp. Well, it certainly wasn't what she expected to find, but she'd was glad to know she'd been right to suspect the cocky little colt.
"And just what are you doing with these?" she said, holding out the pair of red panties and looking slightly disappointed the young equine's face didn't immediately turn a matching shade. "I somehow doubt these are your spare pair. Stealing is bad enough, but raiding the girl's locker-room is borderline sexual harassment, you little perv."
"Oh, I didn't steal them Ms. Hurst. They were a sort of gift." The colt said, and Tessa was getting annoyed by the way he failed to be even the least bit intimidated, especially now that she'd caught him with some pretty damning evidence.
"Oh were they? So you're such a big shot that girls are throwing their panties at you?"
"Well, it wasn't really a girl. Miss Finn gave them to me. I was in her history class this morning."
"Okay, would you like to try and think of another lie? One that doesn't insult my intelligence?" she asked, trying not to smirk at the brazen statement. The idea that the easily-flustered mousette was in a relationship with a student was hard enough to swallow without imagining her being wildly passionate to the point she'd give her lover such an intimate keepsake.
"It's the truth. Cross my heart and hope to die..." the colt replied with the same cocky smirk.
"So a boy like you got a grown woman this wet?" she asked, changing her tone. If the authoritative approach didn't rattle the colt's cage she knew what never failed to get a boy his age awkward and flustered. And the sight of her wolfish grin as she twirled the red panties around one finger would do it.
"Well to be honest that's mostly saliva. She was making too much noise so I had to stuff them in her muzzle to keep someone from overhearing us."
Tessa failed to muffle a snort at the colt's last statement. She had to admit, the kid did have balls. Men older than him tended to react two ways when she stared them down like this - either getting tongue-tied and nervous, or they just broke down and blurted everything out. She cocked an eyebrow in a challenge to the kid, but he just looked her straight in the eyes, amicable and cool as a cucumber. Hmm, the colt does have pretty eyes, I'll give him that. But it takes more than that to make a woman lose her mind...
"Well, let's just see if you have any more 'mementos'. Put your hands on the table and spread your legs." She instructed. She knew that despite his stature Adam was a minor and she should have a member of the faculty present when frisking him, but she wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off the colt's muzzle and hear him beg for leniency. Or mercy, as a matter of fact. She did her best to keep her touch professional as she patted down the young stallion's sides, her paws getting a tad grabby when she pressed them against his back-pockets, but when it came time to check along his legs she stopped in mid-pat.
"What the..."
"Well like I said, I just finished with Ms. Finn and it takes a while for it to go all the way down."
"Oh really?" she said, still unable to believe the kids gall. He had to have something stuffed in there! A full grown stallion might be packing something this size, if he'd been born under a lucky star, but never a fourteen-year-old brat. "Well then stud, take your pants off, cause from where I'm standing you're a panty-thief without a leg to sta..." Tessa's sentence trailed of and her jaw dropped along with the colt's trousers. The kid was wearing boxers and something was poking out one of the trunks, something thick, black and pink and smelling like it just had some serious fun...
"Well, that is impressive kid, I'll give you that. And someday I'm sure you'll be a real stud. But you're still wetter behind the ears than between your legs. There's a difference between fucking and cumming..." she said, her professional demeanor forgotten as the sight of Adam's equipment made her lick her chops without even realizing she was doing it. "It doesn't matter what you're packing if you can only manage a few thrusts. Enough to thrill a young girl who still isn't sure what a real orgasm feels like, but not a grown woman."
"Oh, I can manage a lot more than a few thrusts Ms. Hurst. And sometimes it doesn't even go soft when I'm done." He replied, and for a second Tessa was speechless. The kid was still keeping it together with his pants around his ankles and the tip of his stallionhood there for the wolf to see. She was sure it was a bluff, although a masterful one, and she wasn't about to fall for it. Let's see how far you're willing to go, kiddo...
"All right then, here's the deal. If you can convince me that you really got a woman to give you these instead of swiping them I'll let you go, let you keep them and I'll add a pair to your collection. Deal?" she said, flashing the kid a wolfish grin, cocking her hips and staring him down.
"Deal!" the colt replied happily, letting his eyes roam over the wolfess toned body as if he'd just bought her and was admiring his new treasure.
Part of Tessa's brain told her that this had already gone too far, but the other insisted this was really a win-win. Either she'd get to rub the brat's nose in it (and a sudden image of her doing literally that had her thighs grinding together as if there was already an equine muzzle between them), or she'd actually get a good romp. Considering how boring her job was, she was desperate for pretty much anything to happen. Too bad the deck's stacked against you kid. She thought, knowing that she was quite a bit kinky and that a boy Adam's age, no matter how gifted, couldn't give her what she needed to cum.
"Right. We better pick up the pace. Don't want you missing class over this." she said, her hands dancing across the front of her shirt and undoing the buttons. Even before she opened her shirt to give the young equine a glimpse of the creamy fur running down her front and the mouthwatering curves it was covering her own gaze slid lower and was caught by the sight of Adam's endowment now that the teen had slid his boxers down.
 She couldn't hear the colt's heartbeat but she could see it because every pump was inflating the already hefty length of stallion-flesh rising from between his legs. She could feel her own chest heave at the sight of it, a fang biting into the lower lip at the thought of that thick spire stretching her as only a knot ever has. Well, if that mousette could really take this monster and still walk she was damned if she was going to back out.
She took a step towards him, reaching out with one paw until the mottled monster was within her reach. She gripped the shaft and wasn't surprised she couldn't even make the tip of her thumb and middle finger meet, the colt's length throbbing invitingly as she gave it a good, firm squeeze. Since the door was locked and the kid was obviously both ready and willing, she figured she might as well get on with it. She reached out and dug the fingers of her free hand into the thick, long mane covering the boy's neck, pulling his muzzle against hers as she slipped her tongue past his lips.
If the colt was overwhelmed by having a woman take him like this he gave no signs of it, pushing his own tongue into the wolfess' muzzle as his cock twitched in her grip. Tessa felt the boy's hand on her bra, fingers hooking into the strap between the cups and tugging down forcefully, making her cry out into their kiss as her breasts were exposed. She felt a strong hand first cup and then shamelessly grope one of her firm tits, and responded to the touch with a soft growl and an equally firm grope of the now hard length in her paw.
"Mmf, so how does that little mousette take this thing?" she husked, breaking the kiss and breathing the question into one of the colt's pointed ears.
"Pretty much any way I give it to her." The colt replied without missing a beat, and Tessa couldn't help but smirk.
"Well, I like it hard and fast. So let's cut the crap..." she said, pushing him away and releasing him from her grip, albeit with some reluctance. She flashed the kid a toothy grin before stepping between him and her desk, turning around and sliding her pants half-way down her legs. She spread them as much as the fabric bunched up around her knees allowed, arching her back and lifting her fluffy tail with a flourish, putting her toned behind on full display for the colt.
She was sure the sight of a woman like her presented for breeding would stun the kid, but just a second or two later she felt fingers making furrows in the dense fluff covering her perfectly-toned ass, digging a little into the firm flesh as her would-be stud groped her. She gave out a rumble that was half a murr and half a growl, letting the teen know she liked what he was doing but that she was expecting a lot more, and soon!
One hand left her cheek and she was surprised when she felt it again a second later when Adam pushed two thick, hoof-nailed fingers all the way into her moist sex. Fuck, this brat had some good instincts! she thought as the walls of her sex clenched around the invading digits as the young stallion began to pump them quite vigorously.
"Mrrhhhh, good little pony! But this isn't a mouse bending over in front of you, so let's skip the foreplay and get down to business..."
"Whatever you say, Ms. Hurst..." the colt replied and the wolfess couldn't help but smirk at his condescending tone. The kid had balls, in every sense of the word, and the thought brought to mind the two swollen orbs she'd seen hanging below that fleshy cannon. Those were gonna make a hell of a mess, and all the worse if she wound up losing her panties to the teen.
She felt the thick fingers leave her sex, knowing they were probably trailing a thin ribbon of the juices she'd been leaking since getting her paw on Adam's shaft. She was sure she was about to feel the blunt flare nudging against her sex any second now and was surprised when she first felt the hand that had been palming her ass move to her tail, gripping it firmly before it was yanked further up. She yipped at the pain the rough handling caused, but the drop sliding past her pink lips told an observant eye that she didn't mind the treatment.
When the flare was finally pressed against her sex her eyes went wide at the realization of just how big Adam was. She could imagine the strip of pink skin between her legs eclipsed by the mottled head as it was mashed against her lips, leaking the colt's juices against the already wet lupine slit. She could feel the colt pushing against her mound, the lips straining and dimpling inwards as the flare ground against them until she felt a brief stab of pain that told her that they had finally yielded and were now wrapped tight around the colt's cock.
"Arrgh, fuck!" she growled, ears flicking back at the burning sensation coming from between her legs even as her sex eagerly pulsed around the invader, eager to feel more of the steely length push its way inside.
"You're the boss, Ms. Hurst..." Adam replied, his tone respectful but still a blatant mockery. She was bent over her desk, her tail was firmly in his grip as he fed her more of that throbbing stallion-cock without letting her adjust to the size of it.
 It was brutish, callous and inconsiderate, and it was starting to look to Tessa like she'd lose her panties after all. She had a peculiar preference when it came to sex, a kink most grown men couldn't handle. Deep down she knew she wanted to be dominated, mounted by a male who'd make her his bitch, but she was too proud and too stubborn to actually submit. She didn't want to give herself away on a silver platter - she wanted to be taken!
And as more of Adam's cock sank into her, she knew that was what the kid was doing. For all his politeness he still had a grip on her tail, using it to pull her back to meet the slow but merciless thrust of his cock into her increasingly wet depths. When he no longer needed one hand to help push his cock into her she felt a thumb hook into the crack of her ass before pulling one cheek painfully out of the way. The little bastard was prying her open and no doubt feasting his eyes on the little pink bud winking under the tail clenched in his fist, and just the thought was enough for her pussy to squeeze around him, her clit pressing against the underside of the mammoth cock as it continued its conquest of her sex.
"C-cuffs..." she hissed through clenched teeth, wondering how much of Adam she'd taken and how much was still waiting to slide into her.
"What was that?"
"Cuffs! On... my belt..." she said, feeling the colt release her ass and fumble around. Her pointed ears perked up at the sound of metal jangling, her nipples stiffening against the hard, cold surface of the desk as Adam took her wrists and held them behind her back. Fuck, this kid is good! The she-wolf thought, almost creaming herself at the sound of the handcuffs locking around her wrists, thrilled by the sensation of cold metal against her fur and more to the point the knowledge that the male inside her had just made her helpless - his plaything for as long as he felt like playing around.
Tess had growled and yipped her way through at least of foot of horse sliding past her straining cunny, and had to stop herself from screaming out as one thrust pushed Adam's medial ring in and she felt like someone had just punched her from inside.
"Sorry Ms. Hurst, I think this is as far as I can get..." he said, and Tessa couldn't help but note that while she was fighting for breath he didn't sound remotely winded.
"B-bullshit! I don't care if your flare comes out my muzzle, keep going you little fucker!" she snarled, unwilling to admit defeat even at the cost of pain now and a lot more to come later.
Adam took her up on her dare, gripping the wolfess' tail with one hand while the other had her by the hip. It took a couple of minutes of shallow thrusting on his part and pained growls and yips on the lupine's until his hips were flush with the she-wolf's firm ass. Tessa had been struggling to breathe as the thickest part of the colt's already girthy rod forced its way into her straining sex, but the sensation of his hard young body touching her cheeks had her panting as her eyes lost focus.
"Arghhh, fuck!" she growled through clenched teeth, shutting her eyes in embarrassment as she felt her insides pulse and milk the invading stallionhood. Usually a male had to put in a lot of hard work to get her to come even once before he did, and here she was, creaming herself on this brat's cock the moment he bottomed out inside her. Her hopes that the kid wouldn't realize that she'd popped already were dashed when she heard herself squirt around the throbbing length stuffed as deep in her as any male had ever been. Her climaxes were always pretty messy, and it appeared that even being filled to bursting with over a foot of horsecock couldn't stop her slit from gushing. She could almost see the clear lupine nectar squirting around the monster buried in her and all over the colt's heavy sack. And when those nuts started churning she would be a real mess.
"Wow Ms. Hurst, you're really a responsive lover..." the equine behind her commented in a sweet tone. If having a lupine slut milk his shaft for all it was worth got him any closer to his own climax, his voice didn't betray it.
"Fuck you! This isn't -ungh!- lovemaking. Either start rutting and shut up or get the fuck off me!" she growled, her ears folding back in both anger and humiliation. The fucking brat was patronizing her! She'd bedded seven foot tall alpha-wolves who were smart enough never to try that shit!
When Adam started pulling out she thought for one brief moment that she'd actually scared him off and that he'd just pack up and leave. But the grip he still had on her tail reassured her that the cocky teen wasn't done with her. It seemed to take forever for him to slide that monster out and Tessa found herself trying to keep her eyes from rolling back as her post-coitally sensitive muff registered every ridge and vein on the young stallion's cock.
He stopped when there was nothing left inside the lupine sex apart from the flare before reversing direction and pushing himself back into the bound wolfess. Where the pullout seemed to last forever, Adam's thrust was so forceful that it drove the air from Tessa's lungs. The wolfess' mouth had opened but no sound came out, the sensation of the colt hilting himself in her so suddenly feeling almost like a punch. When she felt him pull out again she knew what to expect, and once she did the sensation of more than a foot of hard, throbbing stallion-flesh being driven into her got a sound out of her throat that was anything but pained.
He kept up his pumping, his hold on her rough and the movements of his hips punishing as he kept driving his entire length into her without pause or mercy. It was brutal, callous, and just the way Tessa needed it to be. The wolfess had little doubt she'd be sore later but knew her body could take the punishment. Despite working in a school the wolfess kept up her rigorous training regimen which showed in the fine, hard muscles even now rippling under her coat. The same physical form that drew a male towards her but made him hesitant about going too far, for fear of feeling just how much power was concealed in that lithe frame.
She kept her teeth clenched while the kid fucked her, his thrusts enough to move her a little bit forward on the desk every time he drove in, until he used his grip on her tail to pull her back. She could also feel his massive sack swing and hit her as he pumped her rear, imagining just how much spunk the kid would wind up shooting inside her when he was finally done. Good thing I'm not in heat. Otherwise I'd be sure to walk out of here with a foal!
She hadn't notices one of the colt's hands leave her hip but she focused on it again when she felt something blunt and thick press under the little pink patch just under her tail. She clenched up on reflex but the pressure increased and even with her ears folded against her head her yip sounded too loud when the kid's thumb slipped past her tight little pucker.
With one hand gripping her tail and a digit pushing further under it the colt had a hell of a grip on her as his massive cock continued to piston in and out of her sex. He'd pumped out the remainder of the mess she'd made when she first came and she could both feel the feminine fluids soaking into the fur of her crotch as well as hear the wet, meaty smacks of the fucking Adam was giving her. He'd picked up his pace once her tunnel had adjusted to the monster inside it and was now rutting her with rapid, even strokes that pushed the wolfess' endurance to the limit.
Tessa no longer felt the veins on the cock pistoning past her stretched lips, just the sensation of building heat and the friction threatening to drive her mad as it pushed her closer to the edge again. She could hear the colt behind her snorting lustily as he bred her, but after this pace a male in his prime would have been panting and praying for a second wind. It had first seemed ridiculous to the wolfess that a woman would give a kid like Adam her panties as a keepsake, but it seemed trivial now. This colt could walk the females he's claimed on leashes in public if he wanted...
"I'm getting close Ms. Hurst. Where do you want it?"
"Nnnn me..." Tessa tried to say, her voice shaking with every thrust of the young stud's hips against her up-turned ass.
"What was that?"
"Cum inside me! As -ngh!- deep as you can get it..." she growled. There wasn't really a choice. If they were somewhere more private she'd reward the colt by letting him paint her back with his load, and just the thought of feeling the heavy wet streaks of the young stallion's seed soak into her fur almost made her cum again. But after this was over she'd have to make a dash for the girl's room, clean herself up as best as she could and continue with her day like nothing had happened. Something she couldn't do if her entire back was drenched with stallion-spunk.
She felt Adam pull his thumb from her ass and wondered why until she felt his hard-nailed fingers brushing against the underside of her slit and the clit pressed against the steely length of meat pummeling away at her insides. She thought he was trying to get her off by rubbing her joy-buzzer, but after a few strokes against her messy mound his hand pulled away again.
When she felt him release her tail she was about to reprimand him for going soft on her when she suddenly felt strong fingers dig into her hair before yanking back. She snarled as her entire front was pulled up as the colt tugged her head, the breasts that had been pressed firmly against the desk now bouncing on her chest as the colt pumped away at her.
But even the painful sensation of her hair being pulled and her back being bent went away when she felt something grow inside her. She knew about the flares equine's had, but knowing a fact was one thing and feeling her already taut insides being forced to stretch further was something else entirely. It was similar to the delightful agony of a hard, thick knot ballooning up within her, but where a knot grew just behind her lips the equine's tip was mushrooming as deep inside her as a male could go.
Her eyes glazed over and her muzzle dropped open, her tongue lolling just past her lower lip as she panted like a bitch in heat. A second later she felt two fingers being forced past her lips and she could taste her nectar on the hard digits as the colt finger-fucked her mouth. He pushed himself deep inside and held still with the growing tip of his cock bottomed out inside the lust-dazed lupine.
He kept growing until Tessa was sure she would burst when she suddenly felt the strange sensation of the colt's urethra jutting out from the trumpet-like tip to press directly against her cervix. As she felt the organ swell with the first pulse of equine seed, she realized that unlike a canine shaft which would flood her pussy, the stud's equipment would flood her womb directly. She felt shame burning her cheeks as she closed her muzzle around the colt's fingers and began to suckle, the digits serving to muffle her moans as the first jet of equine seed blasting inside her sent her over the edge again. She felt the steely rod bottomed out in her twitching tunnel her swell over and over as those massive balls she'd seen emptied themselves directly in her womb, every drop forced in by the flare blocking off the rest of her sex.
Her second climax had been even more powerful that the first and the wolfess had to struggle to stay conscious. She couldn't remember the last time a guy had made her cum twice in a row and this colt did it so casually, just to prove a point. So caught up was she in wondering what a serious romp with the kid must look like that she barely noticed the softening cock slide out of her with a wet slurp, or the colt rubbing the flared head clean against the fur of her toned ass. She did feel a slight sting against her thighs that was followed by a tearing sound and even as foggy as it was her brain managed to piece together what it was - the colt had ripped her panties off her, claiming the winnings of their little wager just as confidently as he'd claimed her.
*******
The rest of Diane's workday proved busy, if uneventful. Burying her nose in her work didn't relieve the itch she felt in her loins after seeing another female get what she resolutely denied herself, but it did take her mind of it, at least for a while. A good thing, since she wouldn't be heading directly home after work.
She'd made a note to drop in on Emily, her old college friend. The zebra had recently given birth to her first foal and several days ago she'd called the lioness up and told her she was finally in a fit state to receive visitors. Diane had gotten used to seeing the mare every day since she worked as their school nurse and she found herself missing the mare after she went on maternity leave. Emily had mentioned her husband would be out of town for the next few days so she was sure the new mother would be glad for some company and possibly a helping hand.
Once there she gave a few soft knocks on the front door, knowing that she wouldn't be doing Emily any favors by ringing the doorbell and waking her foal up. When the mare didn't show up to open it Diane tried the handle, and finding it unlocked she let herself in, figuring the zebra might be nursing her little one and unable to make it to the door. She headed to the living room, flowing the sound of soft music playing, and stopped dead in her tracks before she even reached the door once she heard the mare's familiar voice.
"Ooh, I can't tell you how much I've missed this..."
The tone was feminine, sultry and quite suggestive, but it was the reply that made the lioness' eyes go wide and her heckles rise.
"You're talking like I never visited you..."
Diane was quick to recognize the voice that had been plaguing her dreams and more of her waking hours than she'd care to admit. The fact that he was here, and that Emily was talking to him in a voice she should have been saving for her husband sent wheels spinning in the feline's head. She'd seen the pictures of her friend's child and she knew that somewhere in this house there was a darling little filly fast asleep, one that lacked her mother's stripy pattern but had her father's white starburst on her forehead. But not the stallion's black fur she thought to herself. And there was another stallion that Emily had come in contact with that shared not only the white mark with the newborn filly, but the rest of her coloring as well...
"You did honey, and you know I love you for it..." she heard her friend coo between kissy noises. "But we could only do so much with our little girl growing inside me...".
After hearing her friend confirm what she'd feared, Ms. Stephens found herself shuddering. Was every woman around her in the sway of this devilish young colt? Had they all lost their minds, or was she a fool for resisting? She knew the smart thing to do would be to walk away, leave the two to what she knew was coming and avoid getting any more images of Adam stuck in her mind. But when her feet did finally move it wasn't towards the door, but rather to the archway leading to the living room.
She carefully leaned around it until she could see the pair from the side. Adam was seated on the couch, as naked as the mare kneeling between his parted legs, one hand stroking the mottled length sticking out form the colt's crotch while other other one fondled something lower down. Emily looked a good deal calmer and collected than the otter the young stallion had taken mere hours ago, but then again the stripy mare was in the comfort of her own home, alone with her young stud and with plenty of time to enjoy him.
And she did seem to be doing just that, running one hand up and down the length even as she kissed and licked the meaty spire all over, moaning softly into the masculine flesh in front of her.  Diane could see her friend's nostrils flaring and the equine chest swelling as she took deep lungfuls of her lover's scent. The sight of her had the feline's own nose twitching as she caught the familiar fragrance of the colt, one that she all too often smelled on females around her and the one that had filled her office and her body that time Adam had robbed her of her composure. The scent was fresh and youthful but at the same time thrillingly masculine, a strange cocktail that seemed to circumvent thought altogether and go directly for a woman's base instinct.
She saw Emily shift a little, her hands leaving her lover's member as she and cupped and lifted her breasts. As an equine the zebra always had a full and quite eye-catching chest, one that a young Diane had been quite envious off until she'd finished filling out. The pregnancy had been very kind to the monochromatic mare and as she wrapped the pillowy equine mounds around Adam's cock the lioness once again felt a twinge of feminine jealousy, although she wasn't sure of it was due to the mare's new bust or the steely length wedged in it.
The moan Emily let out as she wrapped her ebon lips around Adam's flare made Diane bite her own lip, her thighs grinding together at both the wanton tone and the sight of her friend on her knees, practically worshiping the colt as if he was some sort of pagan fertility deity. The young stud seemed willing enough just to let the striped mare do what she wanted. He had one hand on top of Emily's head, but he seemed content to just run his fingers along the zebra's bristle-like mane as she moaned into his manhood.
The young mother couldn't suppress a shudder of delight as she tasted the father of her foal, her other set of lips drooling on the carpet, eager to feel the equine length spread them open once again. Her breasts had gotten a good deal bigger during her pregnancy, but Emily couldn't help but notice Adam had done quite a lot of growing himself, and as impressive as her bust was now she still had to push her firm mounds together tight in order to fully encircle the throbbing length of horseflesh.
She opened her mouth wide as her muzzle slid down, the blunt tip of her lover's shaft sliding along her tongue and past it, the mare's progress stopped only once the flare reached the back of her throat and her lips were almost brushing against the soft fur covering her lush cleavage. She felt a little disappointed with herself for not being able to take the whole thing, but Adam was sweet enough to make sure she never felt like a failure, insisting that very few women ever managed to get the whole thing down their throats.
She strived to worship the colt's spire as best as she could, swallowing greedily around the leaking length even as she rubbed her breasts up and down the thick base. The very thought of the way the base of Adam's cock would stretch her as he hilted himself was enough to make her ears twirl and another rivulet of mare-honey drip from her needy sex.
Diane became aware of her own chest heaving as she watched her friend work her muzzle up and down on Adam's length, the mottled cock failing to entirely muffle the whorish moans of the zebra mare. She was looking up at him all the while, as if desperate for her young lover's approval of her efforts. The boy in turn was looking down at her, flashing her that charming smile that had gotten so many women around him to abandon common sense and throw themselves at his hooves. 
The lioness was reasonably sure that she wouldn't be caught peeking, but at this point she was struggling to justify this to herself. She should walk away and visit Emily some other time. She should leave her friend to her depraved little affair and forget she ever saw her on her knees with her lips and breasts wrapped around the impish colt's length. 
She wasn't sure if she had mustered enough will to leave, but she knew that the moment Emily had lifted her ebon muzzle from the colt's now slick member she'd stay until the act was over. Her face twisted when Adam stroked Emily's head, as well as the mare's obvious delight at being petted by him as if he were her master, and not a child less than half her age!
The striped mare rose up on her hooves and climbed up onto the couch as Adam closed his legs, allowing her to put one knee on each of his thighs. Her lips were parted and her chest was heaving, an eager whimper leaving her throat as the colt's hands settled on her flared hips. From her vantage point the lioness couldn't get a glimpse of the mare's sex but she could well imagine a shiny black slit winking eagerly as it was slowly lowered to meet the young stallion's flare.
Emily bit her lip when her sex got close enough to the tip of Adam's cock that she could feel the heat of it on her moist cunny. The last few times the boy had visited her she was too big to take him between her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to slam her hips down and feel that equine spire force her open as the colt filled her like no man ever had. But the gentle hands on her hips told her Adam wanted to set the pace, and if she could say 'no' to the young stallion she wouldn't be in this position in the first place.
Instead she made sure to show her eagerness, reaching down with one hand to spread her glistening black lips open, flashing the colt the velvety pink softness of her sex even as a few droplets of her nectar drooled onto his already wet length. The other hand reached out for the tip, angling it down a little bit so that it was lined up with her femininity.
When she felt Adam gently pull her down she almost nickered, holding her breath as the blunt tip of his manhood came closer and closer, the few seconds dragging on forever until she felt the meaty tip press against her splayed lips before forcing them open even further. She'd been worried that after having the baby Adam wouldn't feel the same inside her, but her stud had done some growing of his own and as she took him inside she still felt the pleasure-pain cocktail that always had her crawling back for more.
She swiveled her hips as she sank further down on the colt's cock, fighting the urge to just let her legs fold and impale herself on the majestic shaft. As deliciously frustrating as it was she knew by the way her body was wrapping tight around Adam that she needed to take him slow. Despite his age he had a member that would put a grown stallion to shame, her husband included, and she needed to let her body adjust in order to avoid explaining to her hubby why she was walking funny.
Diane felt her thighs clench at the sight of the mottled monster disappearing inside her friend, the tightening of her thighs only serving to rub the soaked fabric of her panties over her steamy sex. She fought a sudden urge to slide a paw down there, overwhelmed by an envious desire to feel something inside her.
Once Emily's chest was level with Adam's muzzle the colt opened his mouth and took one stiff black nipple between his lips. The moan her friend let out as her lover kissed the sensitive nub was low and long, a sound of such bliss that it had the lioness' tail lashing behind her. Adam had closed his eyes as he took the equine breast into his mouth, but he opened them as he suckled, looking up at the mare still sliding down along his shaft.
She could only imagine the effect his gaze had on Emily as the mare cooed lovingly and put one hand on the back of his head, stroking his mane and keeping him pressed against her teat. Even from her vantage point the sight of the colt was enough to make her heart beat faster. She was struck by what she could only describe as the beauty of the young stud. He was at the same time a handsome stallion and an adorable boy, a mixture of virile masculinity and youthful playfulness that females didn't seem able to resist.
"Mmh, sorry I don't have any milk for you. The little one has quite an appetite. You'll still give me some, won't you?" she heard Emily husk as she took another inch of him inside, all the while cradling her lover's head against her pillowy chest. Adam didn't take his mouth of the lush teat to answer, but the gasp the mare had let out left little doubt in Diane's mind that he did.
As Emily sank lower on his shaft so did her chest until Adam was forced to release the striped globe from his muzzle. There was a soft 'pop' as the glistening black nipple slipped from his lips, and Diane found herself staring wide-eyed at the sight until Adam's eyes turned towards her. She slipped back behind the wall, holding her breath as her heart pounded in her throat.
Had he seen her? If so, what would he do? Was it even a bad thing? As her chest heaved, her mind conjured up an image of her walking over to join the two. After all, she and Emily were close friends. The mare could trust her with her little affair and could in turn be trusted to keep anything that happened to herself.
She imagined herself walking over and kneeling behind the mare, pushing her muzzle under her shapely rear and lovingly licking the hefty sack she knew rested under Adam's mottled length, working her tongue over the swollen orbs and ensuring that her friend got everything in them. Or she could just make herself comfortable on the couch, sitting on Adam's hand and snuggling up next to him as his gingers pumped her cunny until it was her turn on his lap.
She forced the images from her head, and after she'd mustered the courage she peeked tentatively at the two lovers. They seemed to have eyes only for each other as Emily came closer and closer to resting on Adam's thighs, the colt's medial ridge no longer visible as the striped mare swallowed more and more of him. She began to wonder if she'd imagined it all, and the sensible part of her urged her to leave before she was spotted, to little avail.
"Unhh, I missed this!" Emily almost cried out when she felt the thickest part of her young lover stretch her to her limit as her shapely rump came to rest on the colt's lap. She threw her arms around the boy's neck, kissing him deeply as she swiveled her hips. It felt every bit as good as the first time when Adam had taken her in her office. The boy had come in from PE, complaining of a groin pull which the zebra now knew was a lie. The colt had seduced her by getting her to examine him and she loved him for it!
The kiss muffled her moan as Adam's hands moved from her hips, drifting slowly lower as they slid along the curve of her ample ass. She arched her back as much as she could, thrusting her firm rump against his palms and quivering in delight once she felt his fingers dig into the pillowy cheeks. She held her breath when his fingers traced the crack of her bouncy behind and gasped when one brushed against the dark pucker hidden between them. 
Near the end of her pregnancy she was too worried for her little filly to let Adam take her pussy so she wound up lifting her tail for the father of her foal. It had been both thrilling and painful, and although she much preferred having him between her legs she made sure to relax her pucker in case her young lover wanted to play with her tail-hole a little.
So focused was she on the one hand exploring the crack of her shapely ass that she failed to notice the other had left it until it came down hard on one stripy cheek, making the mare cry out before she managed to stifle herself. Heat blossomed where Adam's hand had landed, spreading through Emily's lower body and making her grind her sex against her stud's sheath. When Adam's other hand left her cheek she held her breath and bit her lip, her tail raised as she awaited her next slap.
"You better take some notes. You'll need to do this yourself soon enough..." Adam teased her after giving the other half of her rump a smack, knowing just how much the mare loved this by the way her sex clenched around him every time his palm landed on her hand-filling ass.
"I'd never raise a hand to our baby! Spanking is for mommies only..." she said, slowly rising up and down in the colt's lap as the boy groped her burning cheeks.
From her vantage point Diane couldn't believe her eyes. Despite her prejudices about prey species, she'd always considered Emily a sensible, confident woman. Now she was bouncing on a boy's cock and obviously enjoying the spanking her young lover was giving her. The young stallion's hands roamed the zebra's voluptuous body as if they owned it, and Emily seemed blissfully happy to be his plaything. She didn't even protest when one finger trailed along the taught black lips splayed around Adam's length, the hard tip picking up the mess leaking from the mare and trailing a little further up.
Her friend had cooed in delight when that finger pressed against her tail-hole, bouncing a little harder on the colt's shaft when he began to pump the black pucker. She wondered just how much she'd let the young equine do to her as her mind conjured an image of Adam's mottled length sinking in the same spot his finger was now exploring.
She watched as Emily went from bouncing in the colt's lap to riding it, sliding off the shaft and revealing a glistening mottled length of horseflesh that had the lioness' thighs rubbing together. Her back would flex on both every upward and downward stroke and looking at her face Diane could only imagine how she felt with that monster trapped inside her, rubbing all the right spots of the mare's velvety tunnel.
The bliss Emily felt as she rode her young lover showed in her face, from the parted lips to her lidded eyes. Her hips swiveled and swayed with every stroke as if she was dancing to a music only she could hear when in reality the only sounds in the room were her moans and gasps and the wet noises Adam's cock made as it slid in and out of her sex.
The zebra was by no means a stranger to an equine member, and her husband was fairly well endowed, but she still found herself thinking of Adam on those all too rare occasions that he remembered to show her some affection. The young stud she was now riding, on the other hand was always insatiable and seemingly inexhaustible. On one notable occasion he'd even rutted the stripy mare until she'd passed out and stayed both with her and within her until she came to.
She suspected that was the night he'd given her his foal, the adorable little filly sleeping away a full belly in her little nursery. She'd been worried that Adam would lose interest in her when she began to show, as her husband most certainly had, but the colt remained an attentive lover, visiting her thorough the pregnancy to help her with her urges and with the swelling in her breasts once the mare's milk started to come in.
As his hands drifted from her rump and up her hips the zebra felt a little self-conscious about the last hints of the baby-weight still clinging to her once trim midsection, but Adam's touch remained adoring when he reached her waist, lovingly pinching the tiny love-handles on Emily's belly and sides. The touch tickled the mare and it only served to make her abdominal muscles clench and make the shaft she was riding seem even thicker.
Diane's eyes remained glued to the pair as she watched Adam fondle and caress the mare that seemed deliriously happy being his plaything. Her friend had to bite her lip to keep quiet when the colt's wandering hands reached her breasts, cupping the heavy globes before he began to tweak the mare's still wet nipples. Emily's response to that was to throw her arms around his neck and pushed her chest out against his hands, her hips never missing a beat as they slid up and down the colt's glistening rod.
The two seemed to go on forever and several times Emily had to muffle strange nickering noises that left the lioness with little doubt that she'd climaxed more than once during her adulterous ride. But it was the sound of sharp gasps from the bouncing mare that had the lioness' ears perking up and her eyes widening as much as the zebra's.
She knew what was happening, having both seen it in other females and having felt it happen within her. The strange thrill as pain blossomed within her, her walls forced to stretch as Adam's already prodigious tip grew even larger. Just the thought had her thighs grinding against each other, the crotch of panties now soaked as she stared without blinking, waiting for Adam's climax as much as Emily was. She could tell by the smell in the air that the mare wasn't in heat, and wondered if she regretted the fact that the colt wouldn't be leaving her with another foal, at least not today.
"Aah-Adam. P-please..." Emily tried to squeak out but couldn't seem to find the breath. Diane was wondering what she was asking (no - begging!) for until she saw the grunting colt raise one hand and bring it down on one of Emily's black-and-white cheeks.
The mare barely managed to stifle a squeal that had the lioness' own sex twitching and her heart beating faster. Emily had herself hilted in Adam's lap, her teeth digging into her lower lip to stifle further cries and leaving the room filled with nothing but the sound of Adam's hand smacking one bouncy cheek until the white parts of it turned slightly pink.
Although she couldn't see it from her angle, she had little doubt that the colt was climaxing as well, the monstrous cock now entirely buried in her friend pumping out a deluge of warm, thick cum into the mare that looked deliriously happy to take it. Her mind conjured up what her eyes couldn't see - the massive sack under Adam's shaft pulsing with every spurt of equine essence it sent shooting into the whimpering female, the sight of Emily's inky-black lips splayed around the thick base of the colt's cock until the deluge became more than even a mare's body could handle and the thick white goo began to leak around the steely length.
Adam's cock was still firmly embedded between her friend's legs when Diane quietly padded out the house. She still couldn't believe that she'd watched the confident mare that had males bowing and scraping before her in college ride a kid like an eager slut and beg him to spank her. She'd just visit her some other time, and hopefully by then the vision of her cumming over and over around Adam's cock will have faded.
*******
"Oh Adam you're here!" Tiffany almost chirped, a blush rising to her cheeks at the sound of eagerness in her tone. "I forgot Mallory wasn't working the door today. Did you have any trouble getting in?" she asked, referring to the no-nonsense looking rhino who knew who Adam was and just why he was allowed to see the mayor.
Their relationship was the normally sensible giraffe's one guilty pleasure, which is why she was able to justify it to herself. After all, it could get her into a world of trouble and ruin the life she'd built, but just the sight of the colt standing in the door and looking her over made the risk seem trivial compared to what she was about to enjoy.
"I just told the guard I was here to interview you for the school paper and Ms. Mullings confirmed it."
"Good! Be sure to thank her on the way out..." she said, rising out of her chair and fumbling with the buttons of her dress jacket. The giraffe was aware she had quite a prominent bust and for the sake of maintaining a professional and decorous appearance made sure to keep her top buttoned tight and high. But with the way her chest was heaving at the sight of her young lover, the elegant garment suddenly felt terribly restrictive. And then there was the hunger in the colt's eyes that needed feeding...
"I always do..." Adam replied, referring to his arrangement with the cute white rabbit even now making sure that nobody interrupted the mayor during an 'important meeting'. She also had a bit of a fetish when it came to sex with public, and once he was done with the giraffe currently striping for him he'd crouch under her desk and eat her tight little cunny until her legs started to shake.
Tiffany finally managed to shrug her jacket off and even in her sensible blouse her breasts were already a mouth-watering sight. Most people assumed they were double Ds but on the giraffe's tall frame those would have looked merely ample. In reality it took an F-cup to give her gorgeous cleavage the necessary support, and sometimes even those felt a little too snug.
Part of her wanted to take things at a more leisurely pace and give the young stud feasting his eyes on her a proper strip-tease, but their time together had to be short, and every second spent dressed was a second wasted to the long-necked female. Once the blouse was finally off there was nothing but straining black lace holding back her bosom, and after some fumbling with the clasp behind her back even that fell off to reveal two magnificent globes, hanging low on her chest due to their sheer weight but still full enough to make a male drool and fill him with a desire to see just how heavy they were.
By the time the colt was at her side she'd slipped her skirt off and was sure that her heart was beating loud enough for the young equine to hear. His touch was confident beyond his years as he expertly cupped the tantalizing mounds in his strong hands, his fingers sinking just a bit into the pillowy flesh of the giraffe's bosom and making her whimper as her shapely thighs rubbed together.
Part of her wanted nothing more than to let the boy play with her breasts, or just to press his head to one and feel his breath and his lips all over the sensitive globes, but she'd been looking forward to his visit all day (to the point that she'd had to spray air freshener around her office) and she couldn't wait a second longer.
She bent down to give Adam a quick kiss, one that earned her a tender grope of her hefty chest before she knelt down and got on all fours in front of the boy. She looked up at him lovingly as she unbuttoned his pants and slid them down, revealing the tip of his equine shaft just peeking out of its sheath.
Tiffany knew her behavior was not only scandalous but that this was a degrading position for any woman to be in, much less a mayor. She certainly didn't get where she was by being easily cowed by men, and those that did try to dominate her either in the bedroom or out of it usually got her cold shoulder. But every time she submitted to Adam she'd be rewarded with a warm smile and a fond glance from the achingly beautiful colt, which made it seem like such a small price to pay.
No matter what the colt did, or more to the point what he did to her he never lost the beguiling aura of innocence that the giraffe suspected was the way he'd wormed his way in to the hearts of so many women, not to mention places a good deal more intimate. It was that cherubic face that Tiffany's blue eyes were looking up at as she pressed her lips to his sheath, her long tongue beginning to coax out what she knew was a majestic shaft.
The nostrils on her long, graceful muzzle were flaring, every breath carrying the intoxicating scent of her lover. At the same time she could taste the colt as his cock began to snake out into her waiting mouth. Once the first few inches were in her muzzle Tiffany wrapped her dexterous tongue around it, using it to stroke the shaft as it made its way down her throat. There was a thrill to feeling the young stallion grown longer and harder within her, as well as in the knowledge that she could actually take the whole thing once it was fully erect. She knew that the colt had quite a few female friends, and that many of those had either given him foals or were about to. It was something that Tiffany simply didn't dare - she was single and if she were to suddenly get knocked up it would be a huge scandal. But at least there was something she could give him that very few women could.
The colt's length was pushing its way down her throat now and every time she swallowed she could feel the muscles of her gullet stroke along the veiny length as well as the responding throb of the stiffening member. She began to moan, secure in the knowledge that the stallion meat would muffle the almost whorish noises. She wanted nobody but Adam to hear her making those noises, but she doubted the soundproofing of her office was enough to deny the bunny sitting behind her door an earful.
She felt a little jealous with her secretary for keeping Adam a secret from her. It was through sheer coincidence that she and the colt had first... gotten together. His class had been on a field trip to the town hall and since she had a bit of free time Tiffany had welcomed the children personally. Her little speech had apparently been enough to interest a certain colt who had no reservations about breaking off from the group and seeking out her office.
It turned out Mallory was his neighbor and as such had fallen prey to the colt's charm some time ago. Tiffany had been puzzled when the white-furred doe had insisted there was a young man who really wanted to speak with her privately, and it had been out of sheer curiosity that she'd accepted. Adam's amorous overtures had seemed ridiculous at first but quite endearing. It was almost like seeing a mouse roar at a cat, and she supposed it was his confidence and courage that impressed her. Enough for the boy to give her a glimpse of something a lot more impressive.
Adam gently took hold of the little horns on the giraffe's head, although he didn't bother guiding her. While most women fellated him by sliding their lips up and down his length, Ms. Halloran had a few advantages they didn't. One was the tongue long enough to wrap all the way around his cock and dexterous enough to stroke it while he was in her muzzle. The other was a long and graceful neck that could take every inch of his member and massage it whenever the giraffe swallowed the juices his tip was leaking down her throat.
She could even breathe well enough with him hilted in her muzzle, providing he didn't flare up. The first time she'd done this for him she was a little too enthusiastic and he'd ended up doing just that - his tip swelling in her throat with the stunned female trying to both catch her breath and swallow a torrent of stallion milk. She'd panicked a little but she'd apparently looked gorgeous once he'd pulled out, with her lips parted and her mascara a smoky mess around her eyes. The same eyes that lit up when he told her just how pretty she looked.
Tiffany moaned softly into the equine meat packed down her throat, lifting one hand to almost reverently cup the weighty pouch dangling under the colt's majestic shaft. A soft rumble of approval from her young lover was enough to make her ears twirl and her sex drip as one of the heavy orbs rested in her palm. The young stud was more than a handful and just the thought of that swollen sack being emptied inside her made her tail twitch.
When she felt Adam's tip grow just a bit inside her throat she slid her muzzle off his length with some reluctance. It took a while for the mammoth rod to clear her gullet, her tongue wrapped lovingly around it all along until it popped out of her mouth. She kept her eyes on the colt's as she kissed the tip of the steely rod before getting on her feet and hopping on to her desk.
"Did you like that baby?" she asked, wriggling her bare rump on the surface of the wood as she scooted back a little, her legs spread to give the colt a glimpse of the moist slit that was now conveniently level with his crotch.
"Amazing as always." He replied, and the praise was enough to make the giraffe's heart flutter. "Do you want me to return the favor?"
"I'd love to, but we don't have time..." she almost moaned out as Adam took hold of her legs and spread them even wider, putting her slick sex on lewd display as the mottled shaft that Tiffany had just been sucking bobbed closer to her eager lips.
She reached down with both hands and spread the plump lips of her sex as wide as she could, showing off her delicate pink petals dripping and desperate for the cock that was now close enough that she could feel the heat coming off it. Her loving suckling had gotten Adam slightly flared, and stretched as she was it still took some nudging and pushing on the colt's part before the trumpet-like tip sank between her legs.
She watched in breathless awe as her young lover began to slide the rest of the majestic member into her body, every inch that disappeared from view stretching her in the most delightful way. She could feel her pucker winking under her, the nipples on her lush breasts almost painfully stiff as the young male claimed her body. She leaned back a little supporting herself on her hands, angling herself so that she was sure she'd take every last inch of the colt's cock, biting her lower lip at the thought of that thick base and how her sex would be forced to stretch around it.
Sitting like this meant her chest was thrust out and she basked in the admiring gaze of the colt as he brazenly stared at her cleavage. Her pillowy mounds were a creamy yellow, accented by the mosaic-like brown markings at her sides. She knew what else Adam wanted to see and with a knowing smile she craned her long neck downwards, parting her full lips as they closed on a stiff mocha-colored nipple.
She suspected this was another thing few women could do for him, and the throb of his cock in her snug slit told her just how much the colt was enjoying the show. This in turn spurred her on and in no time she was moaning into the teat stuffed into her muzzle, enjoying both the vibrations of her voice against the sensitive flesh and the adoring way her young lover looked at her.
Apart from being a nice show for the teen, this would also serve to keep her voice muffled. Once Adam got going she doubted a padded door would be sound-proof enough. The breast in her mouth served to stifle a squeal as the colt drove the last few inches of his maleness in, considerately pausing for a few seconds to let Tiffany get used to the length now lodged within her.
She was close to cumming just form feeling the colt hilted inside her, her sex wrapped so tight around his shaft that she could feel the beat of his heart. She wriggled her flared hips a little, both to feel the equine appendage shift inside her and to single her readiness to her young lover. Still gazing into her eyes, the colt pulled back just a little, until his medial ring slipped past the giraffe's splayed lips with a moist sound that had blood rushing to Tiffany's face. And in the blink of an eye he thrust himself back in with such force that she nearly bit on the nipple she was suckling on.
Keeping a firm grip on her legs, the colt began to piston in and out of the moaning female's sex, rutting her with enough force to make one of the giraffe's heavy breasts bounce up and down on her chest while she kept her muzzle pressed against the other one. There was a bit of pain at first as there always was, but soon that was lost in the wave of heat spreading outwards form Tiffany's loins. The pleasure kept mounting and by the time her orgasm hit Tiffany was moaning whorishily into one breast and mauling the other, her free hand twined in the colt's mane as if she was afraid he would leave her before she came.
Adam kept pumping even as her sex tightened around the slick length, as seemingly inexhaustible as ever. The giraffe's ears caught the tell-tale slurping noises as the rutting length pushed the mess she'd made out of her, the force of the colt's hips against her so powerful that it was splattering her honey all over her crotch and thighs. The climax never really fully faded, and Tiffany had squealed her way through another one by the time she felt the tell-tale flaring inside her.
"Ah-Adam, please..." she panted, her nipple leaving her mouth with a pop as she feebly tried to push the colt away. The young stud stopped thrusting, but he kept his length sheathed in the giraffe's quivering depths.
"Still haven't changed your mind?" the colt asked, flexing his cock within the panting female and drawing a high-pitched whine from her parted lips.
"I'm sorry baby, but I just can't... a foal would be too big of a scandal..." Tiffany panted, struggling to silence the little voice inside her that insisted she allow the young stallion to finish what he was doing, as nature intended.
"Well you know what the deal is..." the colt said, seeming less than disappointed as he pulled his slick length from the whimpering female.
Tiffany fought the frustrating feeling of emptiness as the tip of her lover's shaft slipped from her gaping slit, wondering (and not for the first time) what it would feel like to let the boy breed her, to let the young stud fill her womb to the brim and leave her with a pretty little foal. Well, she would wind up getting filled, at least.
With some trepidation, the giraffe grabbed her legs under her knees and pulled them up, blushing as this position put an altogether different part of her anatomy on display. She'd never let any male so much as touch her back there, but she felt she owed it to Adam since no male could make her feel the way he did.
She watched as Adam griped his shaft just behind the flare with one hand, while the other prudently pushed her head down to her other breast. Tiffany quickly locked her lips around the stiff brown nipple, knowing she'd have a hard time keeping quiet for the next part. Her breathing became rapid when she felt the wet flare push up against her poor little pucker, trying desperately to relax her rear before Adam really started to force the wide tip in.
Pain blossomed from between her cheeks as the pink ring gave way to the equine invader, her ass forced to stretch around Adam's cock that always felt twice as thick when he slid into this hole. Honoring their agreement the boy held still while Tiffany blinked a few tears away. The colt insisted that a number of his women (a curious expression and one whose meaning was not lost on the giraffe) could take most if not all of him under their tails and tended to enjoy it, but Tiffany couldn't really believe it. Adam's manhood seemed too thick and too long for the spot where a young Tiffany had once pushed a finger in before deciding it was too uncomfortable.
The feeling of pain seemed to fade when she felt Adam's thumb on her clit, the hard, smooth surface of the hoof-nailed tip combined with an expert touch no boy his age should have possessed quickly shifting the giraffe's attention. She knew what he was doing and why, and she did her best to focus on the skilled digit, letting the pleasure mount between her legs despite how achingly empty her pussy was and how uncomfortable full her rear was.
In no time at all her slit was once again pulsing as she moaned into her breast, feeling her juices gush from her empty sex as her pucker clenched rhythmically around the beast penetrating it. The almost forgotten pain returned when she felt Adam's flare grow within her, her eyes shut tight as her lush mound muffled the pained whine coming from her muzzle.
She knew from experience that she could take the colt's flare without injury but it still felt like it would split her in half whenever her mushroomed up inside her. But the first pulse of her lover's seed changed her mood and the noises she was making became more amorous as her insides began filling up with a soothing heat.
The sight of Adam grunting as he painted her insides white made it all worthwhile and Tiffany was glad that she could repay the colt for taking her to heaven and back. She took one hand off her leg and ran it across her belly, knowing that it would wind up looking just a little fuller by the time her equine lover was finished.
After she felt Adam's flare go down she heard the colt rummage around in her purse until he fished out a familiar object, one that she wouldn't be taking home in the same handbag she brought it in. She knew it was part of their deal and did her best to relax and breathe deep when Adam began to tug his still swollen flare from between her cheeks. The moment the equine appendage slipped out Tiffany felt something cold and hard slide in, a plug she knew was quite thick but that seemed almost comfortable compared to what she'd just had up her ass.
Adam had gotten quite practiced at the maneuver and barely a drop of his seed had trickled out before he'd pushed the purple length all the way inside her, the giraffe's pink ring tightening around the slimmest part of the toy as the wide stopper hid it from view. He helped Tiffany sit back up, the giraffe cooing a little as the motion made the plug shift inside her.
She craned her neck to give the boy a parting kiss, regretting the nature of their get-togethers that didn't leave much time for snuggling in the afterglow. Still, Adam would leave her with quite an intimate token of his affection, and the giraffe blushed knowing she'd go about her day with a silicone toy up her bubbly butt, and that nobody she met with would even suspect she was carrying the load of the teen who'd claimed her...
*******
"I can't believe it! A woman of you age getting..." Diane almost hissed out unable to finish the sentence. The lioness sitting opposite her didn't seem disturbed, calmly enjoying the meal she'd made for the two and seemingly ignoring her daughter's distress.
"Carried away?" she asked nonchalantly in that controlled, confident tone that could always make Diane feel like she was a child again.
"Pregnant! A married woman getting knocked up by a younger male." She added, stabbing another mouthful of meat as she struggled to maintain composure. The last thing she wanted right now was to give her mother cause to go into a lecture on proper table etiquette.
"I know it must seem awfully tawdry dear, but your father hasn't shown interest in me for some time. I still have needs and quite frankly when you get to be my age you can't pass up on anything or anyone that makes you feel young again." The elder lioness explained calmly as she took another dainty bite.
Diane grit her teeth at that remark and took what she hoped would be a calming breath. Truth be told she wasn't surprised her mother still had appetites, nor that she could find a younger male to satisfy them. Nobody would give the lioness sitting opposite her the 54 years she'd actually lived. Her fur was as immaculate as always, hiding any wrinkles that age brought, and the older lioness obviously took care both of her body and her appearance.
More than anything Diane suspected it was confidence. It was in the way the older female carried herself, the way she dressed and the way she spoke that would have a young male convinced she was not only very desirable, but that he was lucky that she was showing interest in him. But that same confidence should have had the young fool wrapped around her little finger, not fathering a child on her!
"You really should try and enjoy life my dear. As one career woman to another I certainly appreciate how important your work is to you..." her mother said and Diane tried to keep her ears from flicking back. It was a subtle little reminder coming from the elder feline, since her mother was the superintendent of her school district. "...but it must be a tad disappointing to come home every day to a big, empty house, not to mention and empty bed."
"Well, now that you've invited yourself over, at least I'll have something to look forward to..." the younger lioness replied, almost wincing at how petty she sounded, knowing full well that her mother was goading her into acting immaturely. The feline sitting across the table from her was a master manipulator, and she couldn't help but wonder how she'd gotten so carried away with her little boy-toy that she wound up carrying his child.
"I'm glad you feel that way, since I've taken the liberty of inviting someone to join us tonight..." she said, finishing her meal and dabbing her muzzle clean with a napkin.
"Someone... you mean him? You invited your... boyfriend over? A stranger into my home without even bothering to ask me?" Diane said, almost choking on her last bite at her mother's casually brazen behavior.
"I highly doubt he's a stranger dear, and as hard as it may be for you to believe right now, I do have your best interest at heart." The lioness explained calmly, and seemed ready to go into further detail when the bell rang.
"Go ahead and answer that dear. This is your home after all." She said, and Diane fought to keep calm as she rose from the table.
During the short walk to her front door she tried to puzzle out her mother's hint that she might already know her new lover. The male friends she'd had in school (as well as one female one) had always tended to stare a bit when they came over and saw her mother, and to her annoyance even the boyfriends she'd brought home to meet her parents seemed to go a bit wide-eyed at the sight of the mature feline. She was almost certain it was one of them when she opened the door and her heart almost stopped.
"Hi Ms. Stephens!" Adam said cheerfully, instantly solving the mystery of whose child it was growing in her mother's womb.
*******
"Sure you don't mind doing all the work Ms. Stephens?" Adam asked, laying back on the bed with the tip of his cock in the lioness' loving grip.
"I'm sure sweetling. And please call me Karen..." the mature feline purred out, trying to keep at least the lips on her face from drooling at the sight of the equine shaft, since the lips between her legs had been dripping for some time now.
She just mashed the still small flare against her wet slit, marveling at the softness of the tip considering she knew intimately just how hard and stiff the colt's steely length really was. With one hand pressing her young lover against her needy honeypot she used the other one to spread her petals, opening herself up and immediately feeling the heat of the colt's cock as it pressed against the silky-pink insides of her sex.
The sound she made once Adam slid in was somewhere between a snarl and a moan, her body stretching around the girthy length as she began to sink slowly down it. She didn't really bother trying to stay quiet for once, since one of the reasons she'd invited herself over to her daughter's home was for her to hear the two of them. And it was nice to finally be with Adam someplace she didn't care if she was overheard.
Letting herself get seduced by the colt on her visit to Diane's school was the most reckless thing she'd done in ages, but the lioness didn't regret a second of it. There was something wonderfully thrilling in submitting to this gorgeous boy, willingly giving him more and more until she found herself giving him everything and winding up carrying his child. Both her affair and her pregnancy had Karen feeling younger than she'd felt in a while and the lioness couldn't stop herself from rubbing the gentle curve of her belly where her and Adam's foal was growing.
Looking up she met the colt's eyes, and the way he looked at her had her purring as she took another inch of him. The lioness went to great lengths to keep herself beautiful and she could tell from the way Adam drank in the sight of her that it showed. The only part of her that really showed her age were her breasts, but the half-bra she wore served to keep her chest up while the lacey rim stopped just short of hiding her nipples.
As much as part of her wanted to fold her legs and feel the equine spire fill her completely, the lioness forced herself to savor the experience of sliding down Adam's length, her hips swiveling and her lips parted sensuously as the male's tip prodded different spots inside her, including some very sensitive ones.
She felt a rumble starting in her chest and allowed it to rev up, her purr soon filling the room as assuredly as the colt was filling her. She felt the organ sliding deeper inside her sex as the colt flexed it, showing her in quite an intimate way how much he liked it when she purred for him. Karen flashed him a grin that showed off her prefect and quite intimidating teeth, but the young stallion was unintimidated by the predatory smile. To him she was just a pliant kitty happily purring away as she took him between her legs.
The thought thrilled the mature feline, stirring a giddy feeling she hadn't felt since her youth and her first romantic adventures. Back before she became jaded and saw males as toys to be played with for as long as they could arouse her interest. But even at the age that girls tend to be young and gullible she'd never worshiped a male as she worshiped the colt laying beneath her, gazing up at her approvingly rather than adoringly as she slid down his prodigious length.
The medial ring had just slipped past her splayed lips when she felt the tip of her lover bottom out inside her, mewling in mild frustration that she couldn't take him all the way like she had before. But there was the foal growing inside her to consider, so she'd just take it easy. She slowly draped herself over her young lover, purring just a little louder as the movement caused his cock to shift within her.
For a moment it was enough just to feel his stallionhood throbbing between her legs, the firmness of his toned young body under her and to bask in the intoxicating scent of him as she pressed her muzzle to his neck. The rumbling in her chest never faltered as her lover ran his hands down her back and lower, one coming to rest on a toned feline cheek while the other gripped the base of her tail in a gentle but firm hold.
She felt Adam gently pull it towards him and taking the cue he began to move her body along his, allowing several inches of his slick length to slide form her well-stuffed honeypot. He was almost half-way out of her when she felt him begin to gently pull her back, and with an eager little moan she pushed her hips back onto the spire, her back arching as she once again took as much of the colt as she could.
She'd never let a male do something like this to her, but she'd have to admit that none had been brave enough to try. Even her husband had always been happy to let her set the pace in the bedroom, and for her whole life Karen had ben certain that it was just the way she wanted it to be. She never imagined how liberating it could be to give herself to a worthy male, which the colt that had bred her certainly was. It was a thrill she wanted to share with her daughter, and when Adam proposed his little plant to her she'd eagerly agreed.
But her own needs would have to come first, and when her stud began to push gently into her to meet her downward strokes she knew she wouldn't have to wait much longer. Ever the considerate lover he was being firm but gentle, pushing deep within her but doing it in long, languorous strokes. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised he was considerate of her condition, and knew for a fact that he had plenty of experience with bedding expecting mothers, as well as giving them something to expect.
Time lost all meaning as she sprawled on top of her lover, licking and kissing his neck and collar while he pumped her sex. Karen had felt her velvety tunnel milk her young stud several times during which her purrs had turned into high-pitched mewling noises but Adam had kept up his steady pace, pumping her sex even as it clenched and quivered around his stallionhood.
The muscles along her thighs were quivering by the time she finally felt his flare blossom within her, that familiar twinge of pain that signaled her lover's climax and the flooding of her eager pussy with a deluge of warm stud-milk. She felt a finger under her chin and obediently raised it to the colt's muzzle, pressing her lips against his at the same moment the first jet of his cum traveled up his length and sprayed within her already messy sex. She purred steadily into their kiss, the colt's tongue invading her mouth even as his cock filled her until their combined juices started to leak around the thick member, the lioness shuddering briefly as she did every time the boy claimed her.
*******
When she opened the door to find Adam's mother standing in front of it Diane's tail actually bristled behind her.
"Oh, Mrs. Palmer. Are... are you here to pick Adam up?" she asked the mare, trying not to sound nervous as she wondered if Adam and her mother were... done.
"Uh, no. You see Adam's father was just in a car accident and had to be rushed to hospital..." the mare said, hoping her nervousness would be mistaken for the reaction of a distraught wife. In truth she wasn't a very confident liar and was hoping she'd manage to play her part.
"Oh my God! How serious is it?"
"It's not that bad and the doctors are saying he'll make a full recovery..." the mare blurted out, knowing that it will be quite a miraculous once since nothing was wrong with her hubby. "It's just that... well I hate to impose but I'll need to spend some time at his bedside for a few days and was wondering if you'd mind Adam staying with you over the weekend?" she said, and to her relief her skittishness seemed to come off as a frazzled woman close to tears.
"Uh, of course not. No trouble at all..." the feline lied through her teeth. Her body was very regular about certain things, and she knew just what she had to look forward to during this weekend.
"Oh thank you so much! You don't know what this means to me..." the mare blurted out, glad that she'd been convincing enough. Her husband had been easy, swallowing a story about Adam going on a school trip over the weekend to help some charity or other, especially since she'd hinted that she was eager for some alone time with him and that she wouldn't let him out of the bedroom (and risk Ms. Stephens seeing him). It still bothered her to tell such big lies, but Adam had assured her it was for a good cause, and if she could say no to her son she wouldn't have given birth to the little foal waiting for her at home...
*******
Diane was doing her best to stay strong, surviving two night with both her mother and Adam under her roof. The colt had been plaguing her dreams even when he was out of sight, but with the noises coming from her guestroom the dreams were becoming disturbingly vivid. Friday night had been bad enough, but she'd gone into heat at some point that Saturday and the few winks of sleep she'd gotten were anything but restful.
It was all she could do to survive Sunday, and more than once she'd caught her muzzle lifting on its own and her nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of a rutting colt. Her slit was leaking so much that she'd resorted to wearing a pad, and once evening came she decided she'd tried to exhaust herself with her silicone toy and hope she'd manage to get some rest.
The idea shattered when she opened the door to her room only to find both Adam and her mother on her bed. The colt was kneeling with his hands on the older lioness' head, with the feline's bare behind facing her stunned daughter.
"For heaven's sake do you two have to do this in my room?" Diane cried out, her chest heaving with outrage but only serving to fill her lungs with the intimate scent filling the room.
"Actually dear, we were merely waiting for you..." her mother replied calmly once she'd pulled Adam's stiff cock out of her muzzle, licking her chops as she knelt in front of him, slowly stroking the meaty shaft and looking her daughter in the eye without a hint of embarrassment.
"W-why..." she tried to ask, but she was aware that with every rise and fall of her chest her mind was beginning to get more and more clouded. The two didn't seem to have been at it for very long, but to her heat-crazed brain the room practically reeked of stallion. She only realized her eyes had been glued to Adam when her mother took her by the hand and led her towards her bed, without Diane even noticing she'd gotten up.
"Trust me dear. It's done wonders for me and you and I are more alike than you're willing to admit." The older feline almost purred at her side as she guided her closer and closer to the warmly smiling colt. Diane felt the need to get out of there at once, knowing it would get harder with every step she took. She knew just what it was that had 'done wonders' for her mother, and suspected that once the young stud bred her she will lose the last of her willpower and become one of his many happy and eager females.
The thought made her panic, which only made things worse. She was almost panting now, and the colt's scent was making it impossible to think about anything other than mating. She stood almost in a dream as the two stripped her clothes from her, sat her on the bed and pulled her legs up onto the mattress. 
She felt the soft pads of a feline paw between her heaving breasts as her mother gently but firmly pushed her down, her eyes a good deal clearer than her daughters as she brought her muzzle closer and closer until their lips touched. Diane was stunned into immobility but her muzzle still parted to allow the older lioness' tongue in.
Felines were notoriously curious and Diane had experimented with other girls when she was young. She suspected her mother had as well, but they had never been as intimate as this. And the fact that she was even now carrying a teen's lovechild proved that the older of the two felines definitely preferred males, but Diane found herself surprised by just how sensual the kiss was.
Almost enough for her not to notice her legs being nudged apart, or the huff of warm breath against her bare slit. The tongue exploring her mouth served to muffle what would have been an embarrassing squeal when she felt the electric sensation of a broad equine tongue sliding across her moist mound, the colt getting a taste of a fertile and eager female.
She tried to close her legs but they felt like soft rubber, as if the only sensation coming from her lower body was the feel of Adam's long confident licks. It would have been pointless anyway. All she would have accomplished was to trap the colt's head between her thighs, the image of that alone making her sex gush a little, feeding the young stallion more of her nectar.
She felt a hand on one of her breasts and the sensation of having the ripe globe fondled had her own tongue snaking out as she moaned the kiss. It was harder and harder for her to convince herself that she didn't want this, didn't need Adam to take her, to claim her and plant a foal in her waiting womb. On his next few licks the colt's broad tongue slid between her heat-swollen lips, the thick appendage probing her expertly until she felt her legs quiver and heard herself whimper into her mother's muzzle.
"I think she's ready for it..."
The voice came to Diane through a past-climactic fog, and once her mother broke their kiss she found herself desperately taking ragged lungfuls of air.
"More than ready, I'd say." The lioness said, pulling the colt's head in for a kiss and seemingly enjoying tasting her daughter's honey on his lips.
Now's your chance. Say something! Tell them that you don't want this! a voice inside Diane's head seemed to scream, but no words came from the feline's open muzzle. Without Adam's tongue between her legs her slit felt so empty it almost hurt. And she knew deep down that she needed to feel him now. Even if she spent the whole night riding her fake stallion it wouldn't bring her the release she so badly needed.
Release that it seemed she was about to get. Her breathing sped up as Adam knelt between her legs, ruining his hands down her sides and waist until each one was cupping a bouncy leonine cheek. Diane gasped when her curvy ass was lifted from the mattress, her heart fluttering at the strength and confidence of the young stud.
Adam's cock had been resting on top of her belly until he began to pull back, the steely monster sliding off her until it was bobbing perilously close to her exposed sex. Without needing to be told what to do her mother gripped the shaft with one hand while the other spread Diane's lips as wide as she could, giving her stud a flash of the glistening pink petals hidden behind them.
The younger lioness' breathing was shallow and rapid to the point that she worried she would faint as the smiling feline above her slowly guided the colt's blunt tip to her splayed slit. Even before it touched her she felt a hot squirt of the young stallion's juices and her own sex drool in response. With her honeypot dripping wet, her lips pulled apart and her mother guiding Adam's cock towards them, the massive organ slipped into her with surprising ease.
Diane flicked her ears back both at the sting of her slit stretching around Adam and the lewd squelch of his shaft sinking a few inches into her wet cunny. This was it - she was literally in the palms of Adam's hands, the colt smiling that bewitching smile of his as he slowly fed more of his equine length into her welcoming body. Once he was securely in her mother settled for fondling the young stud's sack with one hand while rubbing the top of Diane's stuffed slit with the other.
Her mother's touch drove the last vestiges of pain away, even though she knew her body was being pushed to its limits. The equine toy even now sitting in her bedside drawer was a close match to Adam eight months ago, but unlike the silicone shaft the colt had done a lot of growing in that time. With her rear end raised up she could see past her breasts to her flat stomach and the way it bulged out ever so slightly as her body accepted the mammoth shaft being slowly but surely pushed deeper into her. A sort of preview, she knew, since after tonight it would slowly start to swell with Adam's foal. Especially with her mother expertly juggling the teen's heavy balls, as if making sure they unloaded every drop into her daughter's fertile womb.
But it seemed the older lioness wasn't content to just watch, a fact that became apparent when she shifted so that she had one knee on either side of her daughter's head, all the while facing the colt slowly penetrating her. Diane's vision was filled by a beautifully curved leonine rump just before the older feline lowered her own dripping sex, pressing it gently but firmly against her daughter's muzzle.
It would appear that as submissive as her mother had become to the colt that bred her she still felt the need to assert herself with her own daughter. And since she was quite literally in no position to protest, Diane parted her lips and pushed her tongue between her mother's, earning a purr and a few drops of the elder feline's nectar.
With her vision blocked by her mother's shapely rump Diane found her mind focusing even more in the intimate sensation of a stallion filling her like no man ever has. Adam's cock felt perfect as it bottomed out inside her, every vein and ridge on it seeming to rub the silken walls of her sex in just the right way. She wondered if she'd have had the will to resist him if he'd been like this when he'd first taken her and shuddered at the thought of what he'll be able to do to women once he was truly in his prime.
She mewled into her mother's sex when she felt the glorious shaft being pulled out, a pitiful sound that was cut off by a squeal as the whole length was driven in. It was a powerful thrust, one that had almost knocked the air out of her and one that couldn't be mistaken for lovemaking, or even sex. Adam set a merciless pace as he began to rut her, his movements unmistakably those of a stallion claiming a mare in heat.
And to her shame the trapped lioness found herself reacting as wantonly as one, moaning into her mother's muff as the feline riding her face began a low and lusty purr. The rumble was occasionally muffled, probably when the two kissed even as they used her body. Occasionally she could feel her mother's touch on her as she either pinched a stiff nipple or ran her ringers along the subtle bulge in her daughter's belly. Diane didn't care at this point, every thrust of the colt's hips filling her to her limit and seeming to fan a flame burning between her legs. The pleasure kept mounting and she whined again as another climax hit her, her already snug tunnel squeezing even herder around her equine lover.
The tightness of her gushing sex didn't seem to be enough for her stud, and he kept rutting her without slowing down. Her velvety walls were even more sensitive after her climax and Diane was now mewling into her mother's slit, her body wracked by bliss she'd never even imagined existed. She could no longer even muster the strength to eat out the leonine pussy splayed across her muzzle, but her mother didn't seem to mind grinding it against her, purring either from the joy of riding her daughter's mouth or watching her get the fucking of a lifetime.
"I think that's all she can take."
It took a few second for Diane's frazzled brain to recognize the voice as Adams, but she still couldn't puzzle out what he meant. But then she realized she couldn't feel Adam's crotch so much as touching hers when he drove himself in and pushed his flare against the entrance to her womb. Color rose to her cheeks as she felt strangely embarrassed by the thought that the fourteen year old was too big to fit inside her!
"Nonsense. You just give her everything you've got and she'll take it like a good girl. After all - I did..." came her mother's response, and the next thrust of the colt's hips was enough to make Diane cry out onto the leonine slit being mashed against her muzzle.
As vigorous as Adam's thrusts had been so far they now became brutal, every one of them feeling like it would split the impaled lioness in half. But even the pain of him battering away at the barrier deep inside her wasn't enough to drown out the pleasure of having the veiny length stroking in and out of her soaked sex.
Diane shut her eyes tight, feeling tears well up at the corners as the colt between her legs continued his assault on her womb. She wondered how long she could last when he gave one powerful lunge that had the young female screaming into the feline femininity pressed to her lips. Her eyes shot open and stars swam in her vision as she felt Adam's cock punch through the last barrier she had, conquering her in a way no male ever could.
It was a struggle just to breathe as her body fought to process the new sensation of a thick equine member sliding into her womb and stretching out her cervix. Adam switched to very shallow thrusts, keeping his flare in her womb as the room filled with the slaps of his crotch against her splayed lips. The sight of her being conquered like this seemed to set her mother off and a second later Diane found herself being fed the mature lioness' honey as she mashed her sex against her lips.
Adam wasn't far behind but the impaled feline still came around the throbbing length one more time before he did, when she felt the flare ballooning up in her womb. Her eyes rolled back when the colt's cock swelled with the first surge of stallion seed, the massive bell-shaped tip ensuring that her womb was flooded as the young stud began to empty that heavy sack into the feline impaled on his cock.
With every splash of equine spunk into her most intimate depths Diane felt a bit of her will being washed away, feeling as if she was about to be bound by the ropes of pearly white cum the teen was pumping inside her. As her mother dismounted her face she saw her own future in the gentle curve of the feline's belly, but with the warmth of Adam's seed spreading through her it didn't seem as bad as she'd thought it would be...