Deep Inside England
Having met on a holiday, Midnight reunites with Tark in England on a surprise visit. They explore their future together, and stretch the limits of their passion.
This was a public commission for the friendly and awesome Tark (Tarkndark on FA), based on the character of the same name. Tark is the sole property of his owner, Midnight is the joint IP of Tark and Cocoa for which Tark retains the right to use/expand/RP/or modify as he wishes, and all other characters and intellectual constructs are Cocoa's. Do not redistribute in part or in whole without the prior consent of both Tark and Cocoa. All rights reserved.
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He swore that he could smell the sea, even amidst the sound of copying machines and ringing telephones.
Tark wasn't always distracted at the office. However, today was most certainly a less productive workday for the hyena. He was supposed to be brainstorming for a boardroom proposal that was happening mid next week. In all likelihood, his promotion to Junior Partner was riding on it... and on the back of that, the kind of financial success that would let him eventually start his own firm.
So far, he had doodled some stick figures, bit a pencil in half accidentally, and rebooted his computer after installing the latest version of furTunes. To compound his lack of productivity and his wandering mind, it was Friday. The weekend was creeping up on him minute by minute, so maybe if he could manage to _look_ busy, he could ride this ou-
"TARK!"
The rumbling bark of his boss, Doc, rolled through the office. Cubicles tremored. Furs and humans alike scurried for cover. The albino collie wasn't known for his temper, but his withering sarcasm was legendary. Tark watched, wide-eyed, as the dog stalked up to his work area. The hyena had gotten nothing done today... Doc had every right to be pissed off. But what he said was unexpected, to say the least.
"Take a break, you have a visitor."
It was like the office itself breathed a sigh of relief. Phone calls resumed, copies and printouts once again started to roll from heated print drums, and a bewildered Tark brushed past his boss to walk into the meeting room that they used as a waiting area. Through the fog of confusion, the hyena wondered which meeting invitation he had missed and how pissed off the client might be.
As Tark strode into the room, his confusion mounted: It was apparently empty. Just as the hyaenidae threw his arms up in the air in frustration, a smaller fur slid out from behind the large oak door. He was wrapped in a warm embrace from behind as an amused, lyrical voice admonished him. "You still haven't learned to look behind you!"
Forgetting (or simply not caring) that he was still in the office, the hyena leaned back and allowed himself to luxuriate in the embrace of his mare. Tark murmured, "Hey. I thought you weren't coming for another couple of months! Not that I'm going to complain." He lowered his paws from their skyward orientation, reaching behind him to caress the zebra's ribcage.
Midnight giggled a little bit. "A surprise yes?" Boldly, she swatted her lover's rump through those impeccable dress slacks. Relishing that shocked yelp, she continued, "I'm here on a mission. A job. You have me for three months, minimum."
Tark turned in his mare's arms, quickly wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. This prevented the vast majority of office-inappropriate activity that the zebra might instigate. He craned his neck down to nuzzle her ear. "Oh. Oh! That's great love." His mind was racing. Was the flat clean? Did he need to take the rest of the day off?
But her smile, the one that seduced him all those months ago, rapidly set the hyena's mind at ease. "Your boss, the white doggy, he's a nice one. He suggested you give me a house key to copy, and I'll go get settled. My bags can't live behind the receptionist's desk all day, yes?"
Tark nodded in agreement, and without really thinking about it, he fished the keys to his flat out of his pocket. Midnight plucked them out of his paw, and craned her neck up to plant a kiss on the hyena's cheek. "Excellent." was all she said, before giving her boyfriend a playful shove to establish a little distance. She spun 180 degrees and sauntered out to the front of the office. Tark couldn't help but watch her swaying behind until it disappeared from view.
The hyaenidae had no idea how long he was standing there before a slightly gruff voice rumbled, "Hey." from just up the hallway.
Tark turned and met the gaze of his boss. Those pale eyes were oddly soft and understanding. Doc offered the best fatherly advice that he had:
"Don't screw this up."
Exeter, many would agree, is a fairly nice introduction to England. The city centre was somewhat predictable, with every chain store known to man. But as one ventured further and further from the shopping facilities and government service buildings, the character of the city grew. Bars and libraries, some dating back to the 10th century, dotted the landscape. Churches, cathedrals, and synagogues spanning the last millenia offered a tantalizing glimpse into the past.
In short, Exeter was heaven for a history buff like Tark.
Midnight examined her lover's apartment. She couldn't help but feel a little impressed. The hyena's flat was dominated by shelves and glass door bookcases atop polished hardwood floors. Each surface held a treasure from Tark's travels or a prize from one of the auctions that he found the time to attend. The zebra made a slow tour of the living room, taking in the sights. Copper clad spyglasses and chunks of volcanic glass... dusty tomes and bone combs.
These little pieces of history were juxtaposed by surprisingly modern furnishings. A comfortable leather couch faced the monumentally impressive flat screen TV. Although there was an old oak four-poster bed in the sleeping chambers, it was equipped with very modern and comfortable memory foam mattresses. In fact the entire flat was a mix of old school elegance and new school convenience.
Oddly though, Midnight discovered that there was a kind of Spartan lack of personal possessions, at least ones from this century. Tark's clothes barely took up a drawer and a half of the wardrobe, leaving plenty of room for the mare to store her things. The kitchen was the same story: Behind each closed cupboard was 4 dishes, or 4 cups, all alike and seemingly barely used. Midnight added her far more eclectic collection of mismatched pottery and cups. At the end of the unpacking process, the flat seemed much more like a home, and much less like a model home used for sales purposes.
By the time Tark got home from work, Midnight had taken a long bubble bath and could be found lounging on the sofa. He took a moment to observe the toned equine body, clothed only in a bright pink sports bra and a comfortable pair of grey sweat shorts. Her hooves were dangling over the far arm of the couch, legs elevated for maximum lazy comfort. She seemed so at ease, just now glancing up from the cooking competition that she had been watching and granting the hyena one of her world-altering smiles.
"Hi." said the hyena, having given up on formulating a clever greeting.
"Hi." drawled his mare. Then her nose wrinkled. "You smell. Go take a shower."
The spotted hyena blinked. His toothy maw opened, but again he failed to find a witty retort. With a grumble, the male padded off to do as Midnight commanded. It did give him a moment to collect his thoughts, as well as a great excuse to strip down. Maybe that was what his mare had in mind all along. Tark stepped into the steaming stream of water, and quickly lathered up. Nothing was spared a quick once over. He took particular care to wash inside his creamy white sheath, and that act quickly caused some of his black manhood to poke out. Similarly, he gave his tight little tailstar a good once over, because you just never knew with this particular mare.
As he dried himself, Tark pondered allowing the cool air to calm that growing arousal. However, knowing Midnight as he did, the hyena decided that hiding his body's reaction would just earn him a good scolding. So he padded out into the living room, shaft bobbing at half mast from a sheath still glistening with the faint dew of a recent shower. Unsubtly, he laid atop the mare and pressed his body down upon her own. He craned his neck down so that he could nuzzle the shorter fur's ear, and then murmured, "Did you get settled in OK?"
The zebra allowed herself to be torn away from her show, in favour of something more entertaining. Flat, square teeth nibbled at Tark's neck and Adam's apple before the mare managed to murmur, "Yes. We should talk about how you prefer to keep things clean and organized, but that can wait." She wrapped her arms around the small of that spotted hyaenidae back, tugging her lover close so that he could clearly feel the heat of her male and female arousal through the thin fabric of the sweat shorts.
The two took their time getting reacquainted. The kisses were lingering, as the flat and raspy tongue explored a thicker, softer hippotigrine one. At some point they rolled onto their sides, and Midnight's shorts crept over the curve of her striped rump. She gasped at the sudden freedom, and at the same time the scent overwhelmed Tark. He looked down to see that dark, twitching equine shaft leaking beads of precum over the sofa's leather cushions. By mutual, unspoken agreement, the two ended up head-to-toe with each other. They nuzzled, exploring the strong scents and fevered flesh between one another's legs.
Tonight, Tark made the first move. He gently tucked his chin under his lover's sac. Proper access attained, the hyena lapped at Midnight's cunny. He felt those powerful thighs tighten against his fuzzy cheeks as his lover squealed in delight. Soon after, soft lips could be felt wrapping around Tark's cockhead. It was his turn to sound off, snarling happily into the dripping pussy that he was pleasuring. They devolved into their more animal natures. Hips bucked and tongues swirled. The hyena had to back Midnight off a couple of times so that he could save his load for the main attraction. Five minutes of teasing later, and Tark swung himself around so that he was once again face to face with the zebra. Dick-to-dick and muzzle-to-muzzle, the lovers kissed and ground their hips together, enjoying their own taste within the other's maw.
A whispered question was answered with a giggle and a little nod. Permission granted, the hyena slowly slid his body down, letting the leaking tip of his ebony dick trace over Midnight's golden frenum piercing. Hearing her little whinny spurred Tark on, and he left a thin trail of glistening precum on the remaining foot of his lover's shaft. The zebra's breath caught in her chest, still wrapped in a now-straining sports bra. This was the delicate part, and Midnight knew it. Her rump pressed tightly against the back of the couch as an unconscious defense mechanism. Tark did well though: He traced his hyaenidae spike over that nervously churning sac until he felt the tight heat just behind.
The panting hyena snarled, "I love you." even as he forcefully pinned his lover's wrists above her head. Before she could answer, Tark thrust roughly into his mate's dripping sex. Midnight's eyes fluttered shut as the stimulation of seven and a half thick inches reached her brain. The male opened his toothy jaws wide so that the mare's delicate throat was framed, and bit down gently. The most she would suffer would be a tiny bit of bruising under the fur, but that feeling of helplessness, of being dominated... that was what the zebra craved right now. Her cunt pulsed and squeezed against that welcome invader, even as Tark started to thrust in earnest.
Each rock of those spotty hyaenidae hips dragged 14 inches of dark equine cock between the fur and muscle of their bellies. It was a race to see which of Midnight's pleasure thresholds would be reached first. Despite being so willingly trapped, she wanted to breed, to drain her balls like a stallion. But the way Tark was animalistically plundering her netherlips, intent on seeding his submissive bitch, played upon her instinct to be owned and sired by a strong, fearless male.
In the end it was actually Tark who won the race. After weeks of being pent up, he snarled his carnal victory into the fur of his lover's throat. Three more quick thrusts through Midnight's silky tightness was all it took before half a cup hyaenidae seed sprayed into her sex. It took half a minute until Tark could hear again, the pounding of blood taking a while to clear from the hyena's head. Finally, he heard something. His left ear twitched, helix piercing lifting and falling. There it was again. The throaty whimpers. The non-verbal begging of his mare, who wanted to finish but needed just a little more.
Tark pressed in close, pinning his lover tightly against the back of the couch. Then he rippled his flanks, his spine, and those washboard abs in a fluid series of undulations. His little zebra's not-so-little shaft, trapped and fucked between two fuzzy bellies, jumped and twitched. Pungent equine seed drenched their matted fur, each of them getting soaked from navel to chest. The high pitched whinny that graced Tark's ears was quite satisfying, as was the sudden squeezing of the hyena's slowly softening shaft when Midnight's sympathetic female orgasm finally caught up to the rest of her body.
The male let go of his lover's wrists, instead drawing her into a close embrace as she continued to shudder and roll her hips against his strong body. It took Midnight a minute to calm down, the experience always resulting in a double high for the zebra. The aftermath was quite impressive. If the couch was anything but leather, or if it had not been designed with something like this in mind, it would be ruined forever. It would still take a mop, a sponge, and two long showers to get rid of the evidence of their reunion. But there was still plenty of time for dinner and cuddling in front of the television
Tark found himself in the sidecar of a vintage motorcycle as it charged away from the dawn sun, closing in on the Southwestern coast. The helmet over his plush ears went a long way towards deadening the sound, but nothing could fully block out the 4 stroke Boxer engine when Midnight kicked her bike into high gear. And man, did the Ural bike respond! It had the kind of eager leap forward that set even an adventurous hyena's nerves on edge.
And every once in a while the zebra glanced over at Tark as if to say: 'NOW who's in control, stud?'
Despite the hair raising pace, the trip out to West Cornwall was stunning. The scent of the sea was growing with each passing mile, and both furs felt the anticipation build as they ran down their ultimate destination. Rocky beaches dissolved into sandy ones. A tiny fishing village grew in their vision, and Midnight started to slow. They turned the Ural into the quaint little hamlet, finally rolling to a stop at a white-sand cove that was dotted with little sailboats.
Midnight took off her helmet and shook her mane out. Tark followed suit, his ear piercing jiggling faintly. The zebra laid a gentle hand on her lover's shoulder, and explained, "This is Mousehole." Then she pointed off into the distance with the other hand, a couple hundred metres up the coast. "And that is the Mousehole sea cave. Your government needed an expert in oceanic biodiversity, and how additional tourism could impact things."
Tark nodded slowly. They both started to head in the direction of the caves. "And they figure it will take about three months? That's fantastic love." The hyena was nearly giddy with the prospect of having Midnight around for an extended period of time. His short tail thrashed happily as they ascended a little rock stairway.
Midnight nodded, "Well yes. But this is... how would you say it. An interview?"
The hyena blinked, and nearly missed the next step. After recovering his balance, he asked, "What does that mean for you?"
"It means that if they like my work, they have many sites for me to look at. They want to be advised on all of the sea caves in England." the zebra explained.
"Wait, how long will they let you stay?"
"Well... years. At least, surely, long enough to see if you can stand living with me and see if you plan to make an honest mare out of me!"
The hyena threaded his arms under Midnight's armpits, and lifted her up a couple of inches so that they could share a proper kiss. A minute passed before their muzzles unlocked and Tark set her down. "Right, well then... don't screw up! No pressure."
Midnight rolled her eyes and swatted her lover's rump. "Come on. There's a cave I want to explore."
It wasn't until that very moment that Tark fully appreciated the double entendre.
The hyena's limbs were spread helplessly wide, each of them tied to one of the corners of the four poster bed. His rump was elevated by a couple of pillows. This meant that Midnight could very easily slide that 11 inch silicone toy in and out of her lover's lewdly stretched tailhole. He screamed in a mix of pleasure and discomfort, but the sound died against the bright red ballgag tucked behind his hyaenidae fangs. The male's straining mostly served to amuse his lover, though she warned him not to squirm _too_ much or he would dislodge the plastic sheet and pillowcases meant to protect the bedding. It was a good thing she had taken that precaution... the hyena's creamy sheath was bunched at the root of his straining black cock and he had been leaking like a faucet for the past half hour.
Tonight was the night that Tark would make good on his promises. Each well lubed training dildo had been successively longer and wider. He had been focusing on his Kegel exercises, tightening back up after every plundering. Even so, he didn't feel ready... not for that impressive spire hanging between his lover's legs.
In the end, technique would win. She shushed her lover's pitiful whimpering, looking into his eyes, willing him to calm down. The hyena snorted in a couple of deep breaths and did manage to relax a little. Midnight quickly tugged the big toy from her lover's rump, only to push in the very tip of her own dark shaft while Tark's hole was still gaping.
Lights flashed before the hyena's eyes, mostly white, red, and black. His own ears didn't register the muted scream. For a minute it was like he was floating over his own bed, watching Midnight slowly sink into a writhing body that looked remarkably like his own.
By the time the sensation overload had faded a little bit, and his sanity returned, Tark was watching his sweet zebra take exactly what she needed. Knelt between the helpless hyena's legs, tugging at his spotty hips... rutting. Simply rutting him while her sizable sac paddled his undertail on every in-stroke. Of course there was a dull ache, one that would persist for hours, but it was matched and quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure of the prostate massage that only a prime piece of zebra flesh could provide.
Tark was the little mare tonight. It was his belly that showed a slight swell whenever he was fully impaled. It was his drooling muzzle that let out whimpers and cries that could only be described as 'girlish'. Tonight Tark was prey to his lover's dominance. And the state of his own hardon, waving like a turgid flag above the claimed hyena, was testament to his joyous acceptance.
Her peak was sudden and effortless. She pushed flush with that spotty rump and cried out, fingers gripping Tark's fur tightly. He felt the rush and throb inside of him, and for some reason had to turn his head to one side and blush while Midnight filled his rump with the essence of her passion. Her hips twitched with each new pulse, as in if she could work that cream even deeper with just a little more effort. She ensured that not a drop of hippotigrine cum would be wasted before she pulled out.
The hyena waited like a good spotty-slut. After his panting lover came down from her peak, shaking digits wrapped around Tark's maleness. Midnight was done teasing him. A couple dozen rapid tugs later, and every muscle in Tark's body contracted. He joined his lover in ecstasy, painting his own face, neck, and chest with streamers of hot hyaenidae seed.
The hyena drifted off to sleep long before his restraints were released. The sense of accomplishment was just too overwhelming. He has fulfilled his promise and proven his love. In his dreams, he felt the towel rub over his fur. In his dreams, Tark delighted in the whispered praise of his lover. In his dreams, the hyena could glimpse into his future, or at least the future he wanted: Marriage. Success. Unity.
In his dreams, it was always Midnight.