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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

A frustrated Diana slammed the door behind her as she entered her apartment, growling and fur bristling after yet another failed date. The tigress stomped over to her fridge and retrieved her half-finished bottle of red wine and the remnants of her favorite chocolate. She needed a little pick me up after the disaster of a date with that jackass. Dan was a wolf, a tall handsome one at that, someone Diana had pictured herself being pinned under as he rutted her good and hard just how she liked. But unfortunately it was not to be, he was far too well-mannered and nice to pick up on her hints, a consummate gentleman she assumed some other woman would probably love to meet. Why was it so hard to meet a real manly man in this damn town, Diana mused to herself over her second glass of wine. Ramford was a very progressive university for sure, but surely there must be some men out there that knew how to handle a hot blooded woman like her?

What's worse was that Dan was prone to wearing tight pants and all night she'd gotten glimpses of what he was packing, that delectable wolfy bulge damn near had her salivating at their table as she imagines all the possibilities and positions it could fit in her with. Even with her less than subtle sucking and licking of her ice-cream as they walked through the park had not sparked any interest in the wolf, Diana had stopped just short of dropping to her knees and pulling his pants down and still he didn't get the hint she was ready and willing.

With a nice buzz going after two glasses of red wine, Diana decided she may as well head to bed and take care of the itch still lingering between her thighs that Dan hadn't scratched. With her tablet propped up beside her, Diana began flipping through her favorite porn clips, but nothing seemed to be doing the trick tonight. She felt her need only growing stronger and stronger, eventually finding a clip of an older woman dominating a well hung young stud. Being a professor at Ramford herself, Diana was often surrounded with such young studs on the daily and found this clip sparking a strange sick curiosity in her. The more she watched, the more she got into it, until her peak finally hit just as the woman on screen wailed like a banshee through her own climax as she nearly ground the bound youngsters hips into dust. The camera angle changing to a behind shot, his long thick cock still buried inside the older woman, her wide hips and ass taking up most of the view, but the camera was focused on the youngsters balls as they twitched and heaved through what was obviously a rather intense orgasm. Sure enough as the woman slowly rose from his lap, a fair bit of potent young spunk spilled from her slightly agape folds and cascaded down onto the slowly deflating cock below. Just before sleep claimed Diana an advert played which was tacked onto the end of the video, advertising how the couple in the video had met.

Diana's dreams that evening was a lust laden fever dream, various scenes of Dan tying her up and dominating her, slowly shifting to her tying up Dan and dominating him. Every time the scene in her mind played out her partner shifted and changed, eventually Dan was replaced by the faces of some of her students. The following morning Diana awoke to the same video playing on repeat, the raunchy dreams still lingered in her mind left the tigress with an ache between her thighs she needed to sort out before she could continue with her day. This time after she'd brought herself to another fine toe curling climax, she was awake enough to catch the advert at the end of the clip for a new adult dating app. Shitty tagline aside, "Pred8R, feed the beast!" the concept seemed intriguing.

A brief search online led Diana to reviews of the app, most decrying it as sick and perverted, but some more level headed users gave simple explanations and swore by it. Users would create a profile, filling in their kinks and such along with a scenario they would like to play out. Some were as simple as being chased through a deserted park late at night, while others went to the other extreme of staged break-ins where a predator would be allowed access into a prey's place of residence and take advantage of them. There was no violence allowed, predators profile were rated by users and given reviews. All predators were subject to a background check so there would be no registered offenders or criminals allowed on the platform, it all seemed above board to Diana. Images of the video she'd gotten off to kept flashing in her mind, so with the weekend ahead of her she decided to give it a go.

The next week was tedious as Diana waited for her profile approval to go through and all the background checks to clear, idly looking at the faces in her lecture and wondering if anyone there would be on the app. It was relatively new with a smallish user base so she doubted anyone she knew would be on there yet, but a small part of her secretly hoped one or two of her students might be. Finally on Thursday evening Diana received the notification that her profile had been cleared and she was now allowed to list herself as looking and available. There were a few notices of taps from people looking at her profile, but no direct communications so far. The approval email had warned her that as she was new with no reviews yet it might take some time before someone approached her.

The following day during her lectures, Diana swore she saw one or two of her students looking at her differently. Idly wondering if they might recognize her from the app, one in particular student couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of her. A young stallion that was usually very quiet and reserved, not the sort to make eye contact even. But Diana had caught him staring at her a few times throughout their last class of the day. Vincent Lawson was his name she learned once the class was empty, sitting a couple rows back and center of the class, he was almost dead center of her focus every time she turned from the board to explain something to her students. Every time she had, he was staring at her while everyone else was nose down in their books taking notes. She'd not paid much attention to him before, not that tall for a horse, rather slender and almost skinny, but she supposed he was handsome in his own way. A curious and unique dappled pattern on his hands and cheeks fading into a silvery grey coat that made him look older than he really was now she thought about it. As she drove home after finishing out for the day, Diana idly wondered how big his dick was, the thought making her shake her head and laugh at her own foolishness.

That evening after settling in to read a trashy romance novel after a small dinner, Diana's concentration was broken by a notification ding on her phone. A sound she'd not heard before and instantly making her curious to investigate. Setting the book aside and retrieving her phone from her nightstand, she noticed the Pred8R symbol indicating a new message. There in her inbox was a private message from a user, though there wasn't much info in their bio to go on. All she could see was their location and age along with a brief profile of kinks and scenario, along with a profile pick she was granted access to see. The profile was short and to the point, the user was of an equine species and just shy of turning 21. They also resided in the same city as her which was a good start. The profile stated they wanted to be dominated by a feline, pinned down and used for their partners pleasure, dirty language was okay along with a bit of roughness but nothing that would leave any visible marks. They also wanted to be humiliated by their partner to a degree, not being allowed to climax until their partner allowed them. All this sparked a flood of ideas in Diana's imagination, remembering the bound young man from the video that'd set her on this path. After reading all the information she next clicked on the profile picture she had access to, it was of the males crotch showing his stiff black and pink splotched length and a decent sized pair of balls. Diana was no size queen, or so she thought, but the image did make her tingle and rub her thighs together in anticipation. It was only after a couple viewings that Diana noticed something about the image, the hand holding that impressive cock looked oddly familiar with its dappled pattern and coloring, surely it couldn't be...

Diana accepted the chat request and very carefully poked and pried for a bit more information from the user whom confirmed he was a student but would not say at which university. Even the subject course was the same, but again he would not provide the name of his lecturer. The last bit of information she managed to get out of the horse was that he drove a large panel van with painted windows. Diana was not sure what car Vincent drove, but that was easy enough to find out. All through the weekend and most of the following week Diana and the user talked and shared ideas about a scenario in which he would be caught by surprise by her, either an empty room somewhere or just in the back of his van. Diana would bind his hands and use him as she saw fit, not letting him cum until she was good and ready. She noted as well that Vincent still continued to stare at her all through their lectures, almost seeming bolder and even smiling at her, which was something he'd been too nervous to do before. Finally Friday came, the day they'd agreed to enact their scenario.

An hour after the last lecture had finished and the school was almost deserted, Diana made her way over to the student parking where only a few vehicles remained. One of them a large white panel van with its back doors open as someone fidgeted about. Stepping around the door Diana was met with the back of a slender young man leaning over a toolbox, grinning as she looked him over properly for the first time. Vincent had quite a nice butt she noted, one she couldn't help but reach out and give a little squeeze to. The young horse whirling about with a surprised neigh and wide eyes as he found himself standing face to face with the beautiful tigress he'd had a crush on.

"Professor Fox! Uh...h...hello!" Vincent nervously stammered as he absently rubbed the spot she'd squeezed.

"Hello Vincent, I've been looking for you" Diana purred out to the stunned horse.

"You have?" He asked in disbelief, his eyes going wider as the tigress nodded and slowly pushed a paw to the center of his chest to move him back inside the van and onto the small mattress he had spread out. Climbing in after him, Diana only paused briefly to make sure no one else was around before she pulled the doors closed behind her and made sure they were locked. Her paws rested against the trembling horse's chest, feeling his heart beating a hundred miles a minute and faster still as she let her claws extend to prick against his flesh through his clothing. Slowly leaning down to bring her muzzle beside his, the tigress brushed her muzzle to his as she continued to purr softly while speaking "You have something for me, don't you?" she asked as one of her paws stroked down over his belly and down to his crotch, giving the bulge a light squeeze. "There it is!" Diana continued as she openly fondled the stunned horse lying motionless beneath her.

After a few moments of groping and rubbing his crotch until she was sure he was getting rather uncomfortable in his pants, her paws migrated upwards again. Slowly working his top up and off to bare his chest and raising his hands above his head. Though once his hands were up high like that, Diana reached behind and into her bag to retrieve one a set of handcuffs, looping them around the driver's seat bracket and locking his wrists in place. Vincent however was still staring dumbfounded up at the beautiful tigress slowly rocking and grinding in his lap, seemingly unaware she'd cuffed his wrists. Again her paws travelled south, this time undoing his button and zipper before tugging the horses pants down, pinning them between his feet with her knees as she stared down at his tented boxers already sporting a little wet spot at the apex.

"Oh my, is that all for me?" Diana couldn't resist the corny porno lines, reaching out to give his bulge another squeeze which earned her a loud nicker from the bound horse. "Now now, we can't have you making too much noise and attracting any unwanted attention, can we pet?" Diana scolded him with an angry look than made Vincent wilt a little. Shifting to one side Diana reached beneath her skirt and hooked her thumbs in the waist of her underwear, tugging them down and off skillfully so as not to let Vincent see "her" just yet. Balling the underwear up, she would force the slightly damp material into his mouth while holding it shut and saying "If you spit those out, you'll need to be punished" as her other paw let his bulge feel her claws. Vincent's eyes went wide with panic but he nodded his understanding.

Satisfied that he was playing along with their chosen scenario, Diana continued. She had to get a close up look of that cock she'd seen in the profile pic. Eager fingers slipped under Vincent's waistband and slowly pried his boxers up and over his stiffness, exposing the black and pink length. Almost drawn to it like a moth to the flame, Diana slowly leaned down and gave it a slow lick up one side and down the other. Vincent bucked his hips with a deep groan, causing the tigress to grin triumphantly. She wasn't normally one for giving head, but something about having a bound young virile man at her mercy just played into it. Starting with slow kisses and licks to his balls, she made sure that they were suitably slick with her saliva before she began working her way up along his cock. Kissing and licking every inch, using her rough tongue to torture Vincent into a moaning and squirming mess before she finally came to his cocktip drooling copious amounts of slick precum. Her eyes met his as she swirled her tongue around his flare in agonizingly slow motions, it almost looked like Vincent wanted to cry from how sensitive he was or how desperately he wanted to cum right then and there. But his torture was far from over as Diana sunk her warm slick mouth down over him, purring softly as she greedily bobbed her mouth up and down a few inches. She was not skilled to begin with so deep throating this stud was out of the question. That didn't stop her from sucking on him with all she had, keeping a paw under his balls to feel when he was getting close. Every time she felt his orbs begin to tuck up against his body and twitch with impending orgasm she would pull off his length with a wet slurp, calling him a bad pony for wanting to cum in her mouth before she'd even had a climax yet. The power trip was getting to her, turning her on more than she thought possible and soon her need to cum started to win out.

Vincent looking relieved when she finally withdrew her maw from his cock and shifted around, thinking his torment was over. But it was not to be, instead he found himself in a brand new hell. The tigress moved to straddle his waist, looking down he couldn't see what she was doing beneath her skirt, but he could certainly feel it. Those hot slick pussylips were kissing right down on his tip as she teasingly rolled and pressed down onto him while commenting "You're going to make me cum no, but be a good pony and don't come inside me, or else..." she threatened again, reaching down behind herself to drag her claws lightly over his twitching orbs. Vincent's eyes rolled into the back of his head as she lined him up with herself and finally sunk down onto his cock, feeling the tight heat stretch around and grip every inch of him.

"Jesus!" Diana cursed as her rump met his lap, feeling Vincent's length almost nudge against her damn cervix. "Pretty hung for a shy guy Vince..." she commented before leaning forward and pressing a paw to the center of his chest for support so she could lift her rump up off him a few inches, only to relax and sink back down onto him. With her eyes closed and lips parted in a series of groans and whimpers, Diana didn't see Vincent staring up at her as she began to ride him. Eventually though his eyes would close as well, only for a very different reason. Thinking of every mundane or tedious thing he could to stave off his impending climax as his hot teacher rode his dick, using every trick he'd ever heard from his older brother to try not cum too soon. As much as he wanted to watch the beautiful and voluptuous tigress ride him, those full breasts bouncing and swaying beneath her blouse, he knew that would only set him off.

Luckily for Vincent however, the weeklong flirting and Diana's own fantasies got the better of her. Finally getting to ride a quality dick after months of almost self-imposed abstinence, the tigress wouldn't last more than a few minutes. The vans suspension starting to squeak as she bounced and bucked down on Vincent, riding him hard and fast to a much needed climax. Her claws digging into his chest as she bucked and twitched. To the young studs credit however, he still managed to hold back his climax despite how the tigress cunt was squeezing down on him as she ground and gyrated in his lap all through her own orgasm.

"Good pet..." Diana commented through a heavy pant as she slowly came down from her climax, reaching up to pat his cheek almost affectionately. "I suppose you earned your treat after all.." she commented before raising herself off his still throbbing and twitching cock now glistening with a mixture of her femcum and his pre. Diana gripped Vincent by the hips and forced him to roll over before reaching into her bag again to retrieve the last item they'd discussed.

Vincent couldn't help but squirm and grind himself against the thin mattress beneath him, he was riding a hair trigger right then and wanted so badly to cum but he couldn't so much as touch himself right now and the wonderful snug cunt was no longer on him. Instead all he felt was a paw gripping the base of his tail to lift it up as a slick hard object pressed between his cheeks. His eyes went wide as he nickered loudly, wanting to spit her underwear from his maw and tell her to stop, but it was too late. Instead Vincent screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaws as the slick object forced his pucker open and began inching inside his virgin rear. Snorting heavily through his nose as his tail hole burned from being suddenly stretched, Diana didn't stop however until her hips met his rear. Her other paw clutching his mane to tug his head back as she began to slowly stroke in and out of Vincent's ass. Staring down and admiring how the firm globes of his cheeks flexed and clenched every time she thrust into him, the way the muscles along his back strained as she tugged on his mane to pull him back to meet her hips. She had to give it to the young stud though, he'd talked a big game about his staying power all through the week and true to his word, he'd not cum yet. Even as she fucked him with a strap-on as he'd suggested as it was one of his kinks.

Looking at the time on the dashboard, Diana realized it was getting late and security might come check on why the van was still in the student parking. Discretion meant she needed to end this soon and so with great effort she rolled them into a spooning position to allow her to reach over and grasp his cock. Nipping at Vincent's neck as she as she growled out a command for him to cum, her fingers stroked and rubbed along his drooling cock. After a few more minutes Diana got her wish, with a loud whinny Vincent finally began to buck and squirm as his cock lurched in her grasp. Jets of pearlescent white arced through the air to spatter on the vans interior as she bucked under his tail, squeezing down on his cock to milk every last drop from him. By the time the young studs climax seemed to end, there was a sizeable pool of mess on the floor of the van, causing Diana to grin as she knew he'd have to clean it up. Slowly she withdrew her strap-on from Vincent's behind and slipped out of the harness, sticking it back into the carry bag to be cleaned and sterilized later. Finally she undid and retrieved her cuffs, giving a tired looking Vincent a peck on his cheek before letting herself out of his van. Thankfully there was no one around when she exited the vehicle, though she did gasp as the cool night air caressed her bare nethers. Smirking as she thought she'd let Vincent keep her underwear as a memento of their night before she headed off to find her own car and head home.

A barely conscious Vincent winced as he rolled onto his back to try find the source of the ringing, finding his pants and retrieving his phone from his pants pocket to answer. Raising the phone and wincing again at the brightness in the dark back of the van, he saw it was a face time call from his older brother. Swiping up to answer, Vincent was met with "Dude, where's my van!? I'm late for a date with a smoking hot tigress!" the almost identical looking stallion on the other end said.