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Avery kept his hands in his pockets and kept his head down. The Percheron stallion was doing his best to make himself as small as he could. He didn't want to bump into anyone for a variety of reasons. Be more assertive, you've got every right to be walking too, some inner voice grumbled at him. Own the fucking sidewalk, you're a stud! That voice railed against his mind. He breathed out a quiet snort and pulled his hoodie a little tighter about himself. It was Friday night and people were out and about despite the chill. As such, he'd carefully timed his pace to get to the stop right as the bus pulled up.

Hanging back, he let everyone else on before he followed up. Quick swipe of his card and he found a seat towards the middle. Not too many people on, just a handful. So he happily sank into the seat with a sigh. His stop was a few minutes away. It was that awkward zone between 'Almost too far to walk' and 'to close to take a bus'. Some days he walked, other days he rode the bus. Well, most weeks he rode the bus just to avoid the crowds around the bars and parks. College town on a Friday night? Those got a bit busy. Especially for his tastes.

Ear twitched as more people climbed onto the bus. He kept an eye on them, shrinking a bit into his seat. More college students. People all his age, yet exceptionally loud. It sounded, and smelled, like they'd been doing a bit of pregaming. He breathed out a huff and kept an eye on them as they filed in. Don't sit near me, he muttered to himself.Fuck them! railed the other voice, We were here first! Some punk lizard in a leather jacket. A wolf in a Letterman's jacket. Bull who was leaning heavily onto a giggling cow. A mouse who was all but tucked into a maned wolf's arms. A lioness wearing a long coat and carrying a bag. Another few wolves piled in and howled at the first.

Avery was so hung up with those partiers that he didn't notice the bus had picked up a last couple. Only becoming aware as a bag hit his nose with a hurried, "Sorry!"

"It's okay," came the automatic reply as he rubbed his poor snout. He glanced up and pinned his ears back.

The bearer of the attack bag was a mare, another draft horse if he wasn't mistaken. Smokey gray hide, hair that had been dyed several shades of orange that faded into a near purple. It made him think of a sunset as he looked at her. The mare was busy chatting with someone else. A doe who was only a head shorter, yet seemed half the mare's size due to her more svelte nature. Though it was hard to judge eithers shape due to their exceptionally puffy jackets both wore. Which seemed to be in a contrast to the skirts they also wore. Though both did have tall socks.

Well, the mare was less talking and more listening. She leaned towards her smaller companion, one ear tilted down. Her other ear scanned the bus and her eyes were half on her phone. This had to be normal, cause the doe just kept on talking and giggling. Sometimes getting a response from her friend, sometimes not. Not that it seemed to phase the doe. Did make Avery smile just a little to himself. Wondering just what was being said. Talking about classes perhaps? What their plans for tonight were going to be was a possibility. Just daily life was always popular.

"Ooh look, that one's cute when he smiles."

"Bella, be nice." The mare elbowed her friend without looking.

Ah, him. Why'd she have to pick him as the topic of her conversation. Because look at me, I am a fucking stud and deserve their praise! He tamped down on that voice pretty hard. Wasn't healthy at all, certainly not a good outlook on anything. They were thinking, breathing beings. Just because they were women, and both rather cute, didn't mean he could reduce them to obstacles to conquer.

"Aw, but he is cute. Hey," the doe leaned forward to tap Avery's knee, "What type of horse are you?"

"Abella!" the mare huffed, "can't just ask people what type of horse they are. It's rude."

His ears twitched back as he finally looked at the doe. Her hair had been dyed a far more vibrant array of colors. Almost like she'd run through a hair salon with her eyes closed. Yet it somehow worked for her, in a way he couldn't begin to describe. She'd gone all out with makeup as well, building a more colorful goth look to her overall. If that was a thing.

"Um," he flicked an ear and pinned it back slowly, "Percheron."

Abella's ears shot forward, "Percheron, ooh that's one I hadn't heard of." She nudged her friend with an elbow, "Maria here's an Ardennias." Bet you two could make some beautiful foals."

YES!

His ears burned fiery hot and all but vanished against his mane as he leaned back. "I... ah..." Panic surged through Avery's body. He could feel his breath catching in his throat. It was getting harder to breathe as his eyes darted to the front of the bus. Where was his stop? Should he just get off here and walk the rest of the way.

A touch to his leg. Grip just firm enough to recenter him and bring him back. "Hey," Maria whuffled quietly, "ignore her." The large mare leaned back and gave her friend a look, "She's nothing but trouble."

That didn't stop Abella's grin, or keep her from flashing a tongue stud. "I'm a lot of things, but trouble is at least half of it." She mirrored her friend's gesture, reaching forward to give his knee a couple pats. "Nice to see a stallion that isn't all cock for brains though. Can't count the guys that were all immediately," she did her best to imitate a swagger while sitting; "Yeah, baby. "ll put a foal in you. Bend over and I'll get one in both of you... Ahhgggpffft." She mocked in a deeper voice, ending on an exaggerated o-face.

Avery chuckled, "No, not like that."

He was saved from further embarrassment by the bus pulling up to a stop. The stallion breathed a sigh of relief as he reached for the pole to stand. It was seemingly the same stop for Abella and Maria, because the doe leapt to her feet before the bus fully stopped. She stumbled just a little as the driver put on the brakes a little harder than they should have. Phone tumbling from her hand.

"I'll get it," Avery said, or at least he thought he said, as he leaned down.

"My phone!" Abella huffed as she turned to grab at it as it fell.

"Whoa," Maria started as the deer nearly fell into her. The larger mare took a half-step back as her friend's weight crashed against her arms.

All this happened at the exact moment Avery scooped up the phone and lifted his head. Realizing a second too late that the mare had all but backed up into him. The innocent motion of simply sitting up was more than enough to shove his nose right under her skirt. Maria's wider stance more than accommodating for his muzzle as it accidentally swept under her skirt and brushed against her pussy.

Her bare pussy.

Her very bare pussy.

Her very bare pussy which winked the moment his nose brushed it.

Her very bare pussy which winked, and smelled of mare in the purest sense.

! _Inhale_!

This is it. This is how he died. Avery was certain of that as all the blood rushed from his brain to both try and make him blush, and also went charging off to his head other head. He was beyond embarrassed and light headed all at once. "S-so-sorry," he tried to stammer out.

Maria's cheeks burned with a blush as the mare quickly pulled her skirt back down, "Ah, didn't mean to back into you," she blurted out. "I ah... my stop," she hurried past Abella and rushed down the steps.

Abella picked her phone out of Avery's hand and leaned in to whisper. "Even cuter when you blush, Bela." her accented voice only growing more playful as she nearly purred that foreign word. "She's not the only one ready to show off." She gave his ear a nip and giggled, prancing away. Practically dancing down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk to rejoin her friend. Grinning as Maria pulled her jacket tighter and walked away from the bus.

Then she was gone. Practically dancing down the bus' stairs and out the door. Leaving Avery there, completely dumbfounded, as she rejoined Maria on the sidewalk. He stared at them as the bus began to roll again. Craning about in his seat as the pair started walking off. Abella cast a glance back and waved at him as the bus rolled off. A quick flick lifted her skirts and showed off her very bare backside. That made Avery's blush only deepen as every drop of blood in his body threatened to leave his head. It took a long moment before his brain broke free and he was able to breath again much less think. He dropped to the seat with a huff and leaned back. Staring up out the window as buildings rolled past. One with a familiar sign on it.

"My stop!"

Avery slunk into his doctor's office, only a few minutes late. After apologizing to the driver for making him stop again. He was right on time for his appointment with Dr. Salazar. Not something he liked to be. "If you're not ten minutes early, you're late," came the grumble from one of his foster fathers. The old mule had been rough around the edges, but a good guy overall. Well, most of the time. Same could be said for a lot of the families he'd been with over the years.

He sighed and took a deep breath. That was a mistake. He could still smell Maria on his nose. At least he thought he did. No way her scent could last this long, but he'd been trying to avoid breathing through his nose. Just that little sniff was enough to trigger his memories. That little brush played back in his mind in super slow motion.

Everything stood out in sharp detail. The feel of her skirt as it brushed over his muzzle. How the hairs on his muzzle had brushed her thigh. The lingering warmth of her bare flesh against his nose. How surprise melted into immediate arousal as she jumped and winked. Those juicy petals brushing his nose. Exposing him to even more of her heat. She wasn't just excited or aroused. No, that was a deeply primal thing. Something that smelled far better than any Estrus Elixir the other teens in the homes had bought to try out. Those smelled fine, but compared to this? It was like eating a hot dog vs a fine, aged steak. There was just no comparison.

His mind raced, flooding him with all kinds of images. Of chasing them down. Lifting Maria's skirts and simply taking her right there where she stood. Feeling how her hips would bounce off his. The way her pussy winked and grabbed him with so much need. He'd leave her panting and dripping. Then turn on Abella and do the same. Driving bleats from the doe as he pressed her to a wall or tree. Taking each of them as part of his herd to breed and mount as he saw fit.

Avery slapped both his cheeks, "Snap out of it, Space Cadet." Had to distract himself. Had to think of something else.

Not that there was much distraction here. It was after hours at the office. The receptionist had packed up and gone hours ago. While he was eternally thankful that Doc let him come in after hours for sessions, it did limit his distractions. Not that he'd have had much talent in making small talk with her receptionist. If the hare had even wanted to talk with him. They always seemed preoccupied with something else when he did see them.

Just glancing over the desk, he did see a bottle of hand sanitizer. Quick look around showed no one else was here. So he got himself a squirt and carefully wiped his nose down with it. Maybe if he got Maria's scent off him, he could jerk his mind away from thoughts of mounting her.

Which turned out to be a mistake. Alcohol and nose did not mix. The sharp scent stung his nose and made him snort and shake his head. Fumbling for a tissue to wipe the goo off his snout. Well, it did clear up his sinuses and wiped Maria's scent off him. Even if that phantom warmth still lingered on his nose. Not to mention the memory of how her thighs squeezed his nose. Or that little peek of Abella he'd gotten.

Fingers snapped near his nose, "Avery?"

He jumped and looked at the smaller female. A pine martin in her thirties. "Doc, sorry. I was distracted." Cheeks flushed when her eyes darted towards the sanitizer. He reached up to rub the back of his head, "Guy got on the bus, smelled like he bathed in dollar store cologne. He'd bumped into me and, it felt like that smell was stuck on me, so thought a little of that would help, but it just ended up burning and..."

Erica smiled and nodded, letting Avery ramble on for a moment. It was something he did when he was nervous, and lying. It'd been pretty easy to pick up on that little habit of his. She'd have to tell him about it. Some day. For now, it was easier to let him ramble on for a moment until he found a good stopping point. While he did, the pine martin could just give him a quick look over.

He was pretty bundled up still. Though as she looked, he was already starting to take his jacket off. She always kept the temperature in her offices bumped up a little. At least she did after hours. Avery was handsome though. Even if he did slouch and draw in on himself. She'd first really noticed just how good he looked when she was coaxing him through some exercises. Get him to stand up, put his shoulders back, and project confidence.

That was one of the reasons he was here. One of a handful of reasons, really. Poor fella had been bounced around in the foster system most of his life. Not for any fault on his part either. Far as she could trace through his records, he hadn't been a trouble maker. Just a shy colt, into a quiet teen, and now into a reserved stallion. On top of helping him with his abandonment issues, which were going to be a long ordeal, her job was to also help him learn how to handle and manage stress. As well as learn how to be more confident.

While the first two were rather routine, and he was taking well to that treatment, the last was a challenge. Something she'd been resorting to more... exotic treatments. Ones that had spawned these after-hours sessions and some rather interesting results.

"So... yeah... sorry I was a little late..." Avery wrapped up his muttering with another head rub and laid his ears back against his head.

Erica offered her own smile back at him, "It's okay, Avery. You were still well on time." She made a show of checking her watch, "In fact, I was the one that's late. Had to run and get myself a little something to eat. Missed lunch today." She stepped past him and towards her office proper, fishing out her keys and glancing at him again. "Have you been following the advice I gave you last session?"

His ears twitched back, "I started hitting the campus gym on off hours. It's a little weird still, going there and working out knowing people can see me."Judging me came the silent addition. She could see it in his eyes. "That playlist you made up helped though. I put it on, get on the treadmill and the time just flies past. I just fall into the zone and" he made a whistling noise. "Still haven't managed to shower in the gym showers yet though. Feels..." he trailed off as he tried to think of what to say.

"Disgusting. I can't stand public showers either." She laughed and pushed the door open, "Let me stink for just a few minutes until I get home and _my_shower. That's a perfectly reasonable thing." Erica adopted a friendly smile, "Unless you're coming to talk to your psychiatrist that is. Then you'd better go and spray yourself down."

Avery's cheeks flushed bright. The stallion stumbling over words as his mind tried to race. Did he smell? Had he remembered to put on deodorant? A dozen thoughts and questioned all raced through his head at the same moment.

Then he saw that smile and forced himself to take a breath. She was just teasing him. It was part of their therapy for the longest time now. She'd poke a little fun at him, gauge his reaction, then gently correct if needed. It couldn't all be gentle coaxing and talking. Much to his chagrin. No, had to get to know when someone was teasing him, when it was just a play jab, and when it was an actual insult or complaint.

Breathe.

Erica watched Avery as he processed the joke and smiled. Good. He was getting better about that. Though she still caught him off guard sometimes. She could see when he'd think and stop, and when it'd hit too hard. It was something they were always working on. Would be for a while at least. Which was understandable, given his background. She was honestly surprised he was as well put together as he was. Withdrawn, but not sullen or angry. Mostly shy and reserved. In their time together, she knew he was capable of more. Just had to know how to draw it out.

"Mind if I put on some music before we start?"

She was already pulling up the app on her phone when he shook his head, "Not at all." His usual response. She'd introduced him to a lot of different music. Let him go through her collection of records if he wasn't up for a harder session. All little things to coax him into relaxing and letting her in. She wasn't his friend, they both knew that. That was something she'd had to reinforce with some patients more than others. Avery was good about that though. Again, perhaps due to his background. She'd worked hard to get him to realize her office was a safe spot for him.

"I know we've used hypnotism in our past sessions. I feel we've made some wonderful progress there." She sorted through a few records, sighed, and reached for a tablet. "If you are still okay with that, I'd like to work on relieving some of your stress with it. You still have your unconscious barriers there."

"Uh," he started and rubbed his head, "Yeah, that's fine. Just so long as you don't dredge up unwanted childhood trauma. Or discover I'm a sleeper agent for the CIA."

She laughed, "Oh nothing like that. Trust me."

Music filled the office. A low, slow guitar strum, with that particular twang that only came with Country. She watched as Avery blinked, ears perked, and he began to bob his head a little. "So, anything interesting happen since our last session?"

Avery was nodding along to the instrumental. Some cover of a Johnny Cash song. He remembered making a half-joke when he'd seen the title_Tennessee Stud_ on an album. Part of him was certain it was another one of her play jokes. Though there was probably some other sort of reason she started some sessions with it. "Uhm," he started as he hung his jacket up. "Just another week. Fighting through engineering classwork. Matlab has been interesting. World Histories is getting wild." Off came his scarf.

"What about outside of classes?"

His ears tweaked back, "Well..." he played with the edges of his scarf before hanging it up, "something happened on the bus ride here."

His ear tracked Erica as she moved things around, "Oh?" that single, simple word. A mere vowel sound, carried so much weight and curiosity.

Avery took a breath, then quickly described what happened on the bus. His gaze focused towards the coat rack as he spoke. Fidgeting with his shirt buttons as he tried to paint as broad of a picture. Leaving out names and details that might identify the pair. Not that Erica would know who they were, but he knew that he wouldn't want someone pointing him out.

"Wow," the pine martin breathed, "I'm surprised you're here then."

"I..." Avery started, blinked, and chewed on his lip. His hands fell, then lifted, playing with the buckle on his shirt. "I..." the music changed. Something more upbeat, faster paced with an aggressive electric guitar.

"To everyone he meets he stays a stranger." The song belted out.

Blink. Breath. "I wanted to fuck them." He turned to face her. Shoulders squaring as he marched towards the therapist. Smoothly stepping out of his pants as they whispered down toned legs. "Slide up behind her, lift that skirt, and just drive in balls deep. Hear her gasp and squeal for me. Feel how that ass bounced off my hips as she bucked into me. Not stop until she was left dripping there on the street. Then turn to her friend. Pin her against the wall and take her raw. Leave her gasping and panting for more as her mascara ran down her cheeks. Drop her to the ground and paint my own stripes on her face."

Erica's fingers brushed his. "Easy now," the pine martin breathed. "Put this on."

The Stallion faced the smaller woman and looked down his muzzle at her with a snort. Yet he took the harness from her and slid it over his bare chest. Erica kept her hands on him. Touch light as she adjusted the straps. Which gave her the chance to feel over his smooth coat. Good, he'd been following her advice about grooming. Not many things sadder than someone with dry, scraggly fur that hadn't been brushed. Erica smiled as she followed the line of muscle on his chest. He was fit, just on the starting edge of being chiseled. Not full ripped yet, but not soft and doughy either. In time, he might have a Six-pack, but there was something about those softer lines that was just nicer. At least to her.

He snorted at her, breathing deep and powerful. Each puff of breath a violent exhalation, as if he were about to explode at any moment. She leaned up and brushed her fingers over his cheeks. Though, she had to stand on a step-ladder to do this. Good thing she'd set one up while he'd been undressing. "Easy," Erica breathed, keeping her words calming and gentle. Her light touch turned into a guiding stroke as she slipped the bridle over his muzzle. "There we go, that's so much better isn't it? Now lean down so I can fasten it."

Another snort, this one softer as he leaned in. Eyes lidding as he butted his head into her chest. Erica laughed, the sound just a little panicked, as he almost knocked her off the ladder. "Gentle. Easy does it. Breathe."

Deep breath, slow exhale, and a blink.

Erica watched everything, saw the slow relaxation. Not a full one, but she'd never been able to get that out of him. No, it was just enough that she knew she'd be able to keep this one under control. Especially with the conditioning that came with the bridle.

Hopping off the step ladder, she looked Avery over with a critical eye. Or rather, she looked over Talon with a critical eye, since that's what he preferred to be called.

It wasn't an act. She'd discovered that pretty early on. It wasn't a full dissociative identity either. Well, it was. Kind of. Sort of, but not your typical one. Avery had just been another patient of hers. One student out of hundreds she'd seen that were: overwhelmed, stressed, and trying to cope with _The World Outsid_e _Home_for perhaps the first time. Throw in the complication of being orphaned and bounced from foster to foster? That lead to some new issues that he got uncomfortable with. So she'd suggested some hypnotic therapy. See if they couldn't reach something more subconscious.

Then she'd met The Stallion. When she'd first asked who this other persona was, he'd said Étalon. She'd asked if she could call him Talon instead, and he'd just shrugged. He himself was less a split from Avery, but rather that more primal side. The one repressed by a couple fosters. He was driven by... well exactly what one would expect a stallion would want. In their very first meeting, he'd simply undone his pants and started masturbating. Now that had caught her off guard. Enough so that she'd barely gotten the trash can in place before he'd came. Wouldn't do to have Avery wake up, covered in cum, and questioning what happened. Quick way to lose her license.

Not that this was any better.

Conditioning Avery had been easy too. Especially once she'd gotten a handle on Talon. He was a simple personality, driven by the needs and urges of any unrepressed nineteen year old. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted to impress so he could fuck more. Giving him a way out had been easy, if slightly disastrous. At first. Once she'd laid down the rules and acted like a Boss Mare, he'd been more compliant. Let him out to exercise? Avery got a mental break and Talon got a body that could impress. Introduce him to sex toys? He got to fuck a toy that smelled and felt like a mare, and Avery got the endorphin rush. Not that Avery would object to self-pleasure. He was just mortified to talk about it.

She'd never had sex with either of them herself. As much as she wanted to feel that thickness between her thighs. It would just be unethical. Not that what she was doing was ethical either, it was just more a gray area.

Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, Erica, that'll let you keep your license when this gets out.

Breathe in, breathe out. She picked up a brush and began to quickly brush Talon down. Avery had been doing a good job at self-grooming, but he always missed a few spots in his morning rush. Talon was too impatient for a good self-groom, but he responded well to the brush. Even now, he leaned into it with a soft grunt.

Setting up conditioned responses had been slow work. Hypnotism didn't always work on everyone. It'd worked on Avery because she'd made him feel safer. Which lead to this ethical dilemma since this was a severe breach of trust. Kind of. He was willing, or at least an aspect of him was. Besides, again, no physical sex between them. No, she'd just rearranged her schedule, conditioned her patient to exercise, strip down, and obey her through physical objects and music. Nothing at all immoral there, was it Erica?

Another sigh.

Better hurry,_she told herself, _running behind already."Talon, I have got a treat for you tonight." He snorted and perked his ears. Talon wasn't much of one for talking. Most of the time at least. "Oh yes, you are going to love this." She gathered the reins and clicked her tongue. Grinning as he balked for just a breath. Enough for her to jerk the reins and lead him out the door. He had to test her Boss Mare status sometimes, but fell back into the role she'd given him.

Nyala Mehari frowned as she checked her phone. Four minutes. Dr. Salazar was four minutes and three seconds late. At five minutes she'd go from impatient to annoyed. Ten she'd leave and bill that pine martin for her time. Her _very_valuable time. Valuable enough that even a psychiatrist would balk at the bill.

The lioness paced the small room room. It wasn't much, some sort of secondary therapy room. Desk, couple chairs, chaise lounge, and that was pretty much it. Stopping just long enough to smirk at herself as she glanced in a mirror. She was a bitch. She knew that. She reveled in it. It's what got her where she was now.

In more ways than one.

Things built up over time. Fortune, fame, notoriety, and stress. Among other things. She'd had three husbands. One hadn't counted, since he'd been her high school sweetheart. Star quarterback with less brain cells than an amoeba, but hung like an oxen. A lion, handsome enough, but disappointing in bed. A total pushover who wouldn't do anything behind her back.

Or so she'd thought until she found out he'd been scoring touchdowns in the maid's field goal. Sports analogy. She wasn't in marketing, not her area.

So she'd booted him to the curb in spectacular fashion and focused on work.

Along came her second marriage. That one didn't count. He was some random guy she'd bumped into at a bar. A lab or something, she couldn't remember. She'd been looking to unwind, he'd been looking to get off. One thing led to another and she'd wound up drunk, in Vegas, and married to him. That had been a sobering morning. Her lawyers had a field day with that one.

The third one had been for show. PR people had thought it'd be good for her image. He'd wanted a beard. Aside from 'seeing how it'd feel' he hadn't bothered trying to have sex with her. Which had worked out for both of them with their schedules and lives. Though it was always a shame that he was far more _active_than her.

And had better lovers.

The divorce had been easy enough. They could split up with no rumors. He could 'be brave' and come out. Both their images got a boost and she could still be civil with him at parties. So win-win all around.

Except that she was still... well in her current state. Biological clock ticking away. She'd talked about adopting, been given options for in vitro, the whole nine. There was something that just felt wrong about in vitro. Strange as it might sound given her profession, stress levels, and everything, there was something about a more natural conception that appealed to her. A male pumping away at her. Getting hot and sweaty. Feeling how her body clenched around a cock as she came, on the rare occasions a male brought her to climax. Then knowing he was pumping a load into her. All of it was just so appealing.

The problem was, getting a male that could live up to her standards. So, thinking her standards were too high, she'd gone to a therapist. He'd started working on some of her issues. Had been relatively nice looking, intelligent. Shame that he failed to live up to his promises in bed. She'd had to report him after that. Unethical to sleep with a patient after all.

So, thinking she'd started running out of options, she'd gone to a fertility clinic. Not one local, no. Wouldn't do to have someone see the great Nyala Mehari walk into one of those places. She'd never hear the end of the turkey baster jokes. Just her luck, there was another therapist there. Female this time, and a pine martin. She worked with college students, or something. Imagine her surprise to find a high powered attorney waltzing through her door. So soon on the heels of that, she was told, embarrassing debacle. Oh that Salazar was rather reticent to work with her. At first at least. Then her check cleared and it was more willing. Still hesitant though.

Imagine her surprise when the average Doctor had a suggestion for her. A unique idea for treatment that she said would work.

Eight minutes, Fifty seconds.

"That doctor is... Nfffgh..." Nyala growled as the vibrator buzzed to life. Claws flexed as the toy hummed against her inflamed mons. The lioness' entire body shuddered from the sudden force. It passed in a few second before dying down. Leaving her waiting as the randomized program teased her.

'You're going into heat soon, correct?' The Martin had asked, 'I have a suggestion, but it is a little... unorthodox.' Wearing vibrating panties was certainly more than a little unorthodox. In her state, it had set her off several times during the day. Only hard-won control from countless hours in the courtroom had kept her from calling out like some whore in the office. Though her legs had shuddered and her tail twitched. Some of her colleges had given her a look, but nothing had been said. The theory was sound. Get her worked up, induce ovulation, and then do... something. What that something was, she had no clue.

The room was too hot. Her body was already burning with estrus, and this room felt like an oven. A glance around revealed no thermostat. She crossed to the windows and looked over them. Lucky, there was a latch. The window didn't open far, just a crack. Enough to let some air. A swirl of cold air rushed through as the warm air sought the freedom of the open streets. She fanned her long coat as she paced back to the center of the room. Check her phone again.

Nine Minutes.

The door latch clicked.

"It is about time you got here." She made a show of turning and looking at her phone, rather than the doctor. "Now, what is it that you drug me all the way down here for? My time is exceedingly valuable and you..."

Nyala trailed off as she finally looked up. And up. And up. The pine martin was there, a slight smirk on her face. Behind her towered a stallion. A stud if she'd ever seen one. He was bare chested, save a rather sturdy looking harness. His black coat gleaming in the fluorescent overhead lights. He was a large one, some sort of draft horse. She didn't know, they all looked alike to her. As he moved, powerful muscles made his coat ripple so. Other than the harness and a bridle, he was bare. Very bare, and very proud of it. In fact, as Nyala looked at him, the male was already starting to drop a _very_impressive cock from his sheath.

In short, he looked like a goddamn porn star.

"Well, not at all what I was expecting." She looked him over, ignoring Salazar. "This might excuse you making me wait, if you had to wrangle this one." She smirked, "Let me guess, some student earning a quick buck? A boy toy of yours?" Nyala stepped forward and the stallion snorted. Ears shooting forward as he locked his eyes with hers. Gaze so intense it actually made her stop, then back up a step. Now that was something she hadn't expected. That surge of unease from the power of his look.

He had her attention.

"This is Talon," Erica pulled on the reins and the stallion jerked his head. Fighting for just a second before leaning down so she could rub his muzzle. He breathed a snort, but kept staring at Nyala. "Not his real name, of course." Erica could feel Talon's focus zeroed in on the lioness. This room smelled of her, and it was easy enough to guess why. Especially as something buzzed faintly and the lioness gasped. The sudden humming caught her fully off guard and made her hunch forward. Claws unsheathing against her thigh as she shivered. "You might want to undress, and hand me those panties. We don't want him ruining anything."

"Nnnghhf... Yes, let's not," she growled between clenched teeth. That damnable vibrator just had to go off while she was staring at his cock. Just as her mind was wondering what it'd feel like to have a slab like that drive between her thighs, it went off. Fucking thing nearly made her cum right there in front of the Doctor and this... Adonis.

Under Salazar's suggestion, she'd packed a change of clothes. Those were stashed in a bag behind the desk. Now she kicked off her heels, letting them clatter away to the desk. Talon followed the movement, his attention focused on the heels as they clicked off the wood. He looked back as Nyala took off her coat, revealing her own bare form.

She'd felt like a college student again. Enacting some vague form of rebellion as she'd walked the streets in just that coat and heels, with the vibrator threatening to go off at any moment. As a bit of extra fun, she'd decided to park her car some distance away and walk. Though the chill had driven her to ride a bus. Her, on a bus, in her state. Oh that had been a thrill. She was certain some of those students caught a whiff of her there. Though how, she wasn't sure. They'd smelled of alcohol, cheap body spray, and parental disappointment.

Now she felt a new thrill as she exposed herself to this Talon. She made a little show of it. Revealing her shoulders then breasts. Cupping them for a moment before letting them drop. Body still pert and perky, thanks to a combination of exercise, dietitian, and good medicine. She was proud of her body, even though she was forty, she had a better body than when she was in her twenties. It was all worth it for the look that this stud was giving her. He pulled at the reins, threatening to lift the smaller pine martin up. Yet Erica managed to keep him in check with a sharp tug.

So it was an elaborate sex game then? She'd heard of this type of role-play before. Nothing that she'd been too interested in until now. Turning, she presented her rear as she stripped the panties off.

"Let me breed her."

The stallion's first words made Nyala stop and look back. Talon's eyes were locked on her rear, but an ear was twisted towards Salazar. His body all but vibrated with primal savagery, cock surging up. Throbbing. Then releasing a healthy drop of precum from his tip. It looked like he was ready to pop at any second.

Nyala finished stripping and handed the panties to Salazar. A tug pulled the stallion down and drove his nose into the seat. He took a deep whiff, shuddered, and his eyes rolled back. This. THIS is what he'd been craving. Any other thoughts were driven from his mind as he smelled this predator. Her scent stung at his nose, prickled his senses and made his body vibrate. It didn't matter that she was a lion and he a horse. His body knew what estrus smelled like.

Click.

Erica removed the reins from the bridle and let Talon straighten up. Panties just barely tucked under his bridle. The stallion's barrel chest heaved as he breathed in that scent. Each breath made his cock surge and flare that much more. Hips rocking with every primal snort. "I hope you're ready for a rough fuck. I don't think he's going to hold back."

Nyala locked eyes with this stallion. "If I can walk come morning, then we will have words."

"Good," Erica made her way to the door, "There's water in the mini-fridge over there." She waved towards the desk. "Talon?" An ear twitched, but he didn't move. "She's all yours."

The instant the door closed behind the martin, he surged towards her. Whipping the panties away from his face as he barreled towards the lioness. His sudden charge caught her by surprise and she backed up. Legs hit the chaise lounge and spilled her back onto it. He was on her in a second, fingers digging into her thighs and forcing them apart. Nyala barely had a moment to gasp before he shoved his great muzzle between her thighs. Lips flared as he took a whiff from the source of her need. Muscled form shuddered as he groaned. Then drove his tongue into her, "Ahh!" she gasped and arched. One hand fell to his head, tangling in his mane, as the other latched onto the couch behind her.

"Rrraowwfffs!" she hissed out as his great tongue slammed into her and lashed at her insides. That single lap enough to make her body lift and heave. Legs curled about his shoulder and squeezed. Forcing his head deeper into her crotch. The stallion accepted, lips all but sealing around her inflamed cunt. Suckling and licking, making a great deal of noise as he buried his head against her. "Gaaah!" she gasped and arched, eyes rolling back. Fuck, he was GOOD! He was better than good. Only... fuck, she didn't know how many seconds... but he was about to make her...

"AHHH GODS!" she screamed as her body lifted off the couch. Legs locked around his head and fingers tangled into his mane. She jerked and seized, squirting right into his mouth as he ate her out like a fucking sex god. Mere seconds in and this absolute stud had proven to be a better lover than her other partners.

Hands curled around her hips, cupping her, she arched into his hold. Only to feel herself getting bodily lifted into the air. She gasped, surprised and dazed, still mid-afterglow as the stallion dropped her suddenly. Practically power-bombing her onto the couch. She bounced and he twisted free. The great male grunted as she pulled out some hair. He didn't care, that wasn't his focus. He surged upwards as she bounced on the seat.

Fingers dug into her thigh as she tried to spread her legs and invite him in. That heavy cock cracked off her mons. Ground into it. Breath catching in her throat as he ground and jabbed. Blindly rubbing against her like some sort of beast. She had just enough wherewithal to reach down and line him up. That fat tip jabbed her soaking cunt. Spread, pulled back, smeared his precum against her as he pressed again. Nyala ground her teeth as his battering ram ground against her. Thicker than any toy or partner she'd had in her life. Talon snorted and bore down, gripping her thigh with wonderfully bruising force.

"FFFFNNG!"

"SNRRRT!"

His cock slammed into her, the stud not stopping until his body cracked into hers. Nyala's form arched and rocked back. Eyes rolling in her head as the male spread her so wide. She gasped and heaved as his cock hammered her. That massively thick tip spreading her heated insides and battered her g-spot on its way to her core. He grunted and drove a hand onto the back of the lounger to support himself. Holding tight as the lioness' body threatened to break him in half.

A breath.

A moment of stillness.

Just a beat where they stared at each other. Jaws slack. Bodies relaxed.

Huff.

_ CRACK! _

His thrust was sudden and sharp. All but ripping his stallionhood out of her then slamming home. She couldn't even gasp as he hammered the breath from her lungs. Body arched and heaved, shuddering as his balls cracked off her backside. Next thrust made her body jerk again. Legs twisting free of his grasp. Claws dug into his neck and shoulder. The pair somehow ending up face to face. Long muzzle almost touching hers as his breath washed over her with each pant. She arched, yowled. He grunted and squealed.

A thrust. A dozen. A hundred. She didn't know how long he'd lasted before she felt the thrusts falter. That too familiar feel before a male released. She didn't care, couldn't care. All she could do was tighten her grip as the male slammed himself into her. The lioness screaming as his balls bounced off her rear and lifted. The tip flared so deep inside her before that thick, sticky warmth exploded in her. Her heated walls clamped down on him, milking the male for every drop he had. Threatening to break him in half if he didn't satisfy her. Wanting to keep every drop inside despite how it had already stared to leak down her ass cheeks.

"Nnggh..." she groaned, then giggled. Feeling giddier than she had in a long time. Nyala looked up at Talon with a dazed smile on her face. "That was... Wow..." she managed to pant out. Vision filled with his flared nostrils and open maw. She giggled and began to extract her fingers from his mane again. "I don't think I've ever had..."

"I," the word washed over her, "am not done."

She only had a split-second to process that before the male pulled back and flipped her over. Throwing the lioness over the arm of the lounge. She barely had time to grab on before he slammed into her again. Her yowl turning into a full screech as his flat teeth bit at her scruff and shoulder. His body cracking off her backside. The slick sound of sex threatening to drown out even her screams of delight. His cock abusing her pussy, making even more of a mess of her thighs as his thick manhood scraped his own cum out and slammed it deep. Working her up into a frenzy.

In another room, Erica panted, her eyes locked onto the computer monitor. The pine martin was rocked back in a chair. Clothes strewn about the floor. Despite rushing to the room, she'd missed the start of their rut. The psychiatrist practically ripped her own clothes off and got to work. Both hands gripped her buzzing wand. Her full focus was on the scene before her. Talon slamming into the lioness. One hoof planted on the floor, the other on the lounger. She was bent over the arm, almost doubled over. Each thrust threatening to tip the furniture over. Lifting the legs off the ground only to slam them back down.

"Nnngh..." she bit a knuckle to silence herself. Ears trained on the speakers as the sounds of that primal rutting filled her small observation room. She would never have guessed that Nyala was so vocal during sex. Good thing the walls here were pretty well insulated.

Erica's ears twitched back as she glanced towards a bag she had. A toy she'd bought for herself after so many sessions of 'handling' Talon. Ethically, yes, she was in the wrong. There could be a bit of excuse though because she hadn't gotten physical with him yet. The temptation had been there. How could it not? Especially as he began to get in shape.

A squeal made her look back at the monitors. Talon was panting, sweat glistening on his dark pelt. He'd just pumped another load into the lioness and was pulling out. Her furred haunches jerking as he slipped free with an audible Plop. A rush of stallion seed all but pouring from the heated female. Surprisingly, the stallion leaned back with a somewhat pleased look, spreading the lion's cheeks to admire his handy work.

Muttered voices. Nyala stood up, stumbled towards the desk, and got some water. Talon's eyes still locked on her, cock throbbing as he caught the bottle thrown at him.

Heavens above. Erica knew that the stallion was young and virile, but to go twice and still be ready for more? Avery mentioned he didn't really masturbate. Just the occasional morning stroke when it was 'too much to handle.' Now, she was seeing that first hand. Well, she'd had a rough idea of just how driven Talon was. She'd tested him with a sex sleeve and some mare estrus gel. He'd about ripped the sleeve from her hands while fucking it. Tore that poor toy right up with his girth.

Her eyes darted towards the bag. Reaching for it.

Squeal!

Erica's attention shot back to the screen. Nyala had made her move while Talon chugged his water. The lioness knelt before the stallion, worshiping his cock. Her manicured claws dug into his hips as she held him steady, licking his balls and growling something the camera couldn't hear. The lioness managed to get a quick lick up the shaft before Talon retaliated. Grabbing a handful of her salon groomed hair and shoving her down on his cock. The lioness' surprised, "Gurrrlk!" sounding out of the speakers. Her tail standing up as the male stepped in and began to fuck her face. Heavy balls clapping off her chin with each thrust.

Fuck, that was... Erica all but dove for the bag and ripped it open. Unveiling the Black Stallion, extra thick. She'd bought the toy online, hoping the measurements were close. It was a daunting toy to be sure. The dark silicon glistening in the monitor light. Keeping an eye on the screens, she lubed the toy up. Feeling every sculpted bump and vein as she slathered them with lube. Her mind's eye painting the picture of that stud waiting as she lined it up with her entrance.

"Snrrrk!"

Nyala somehow managed to pry herself off Talon's cock. The lioness' mascara streaking her cheeks as she coughed. Her thighs visibly shook, leaking pussy dripping onto the floor as she leapt from that crouch. The sudden impact of her body against his drove the larger stallion back. His full weight came down on the lounge and left him exposed. Cock throbbing proudly as Nyala straddled him and ground her blazing cunt against his flesh.

"Aahhnnng..."

Erica had re-positioned the toy on her own seat. Scrambling to straddle it and mirror Nyala's bid for dominance. Her own arousal dripped onto the toy as her thighs shook. "Nnngkk..." the pine martin bit back a surprised noise as the silicon pressed against her. Forcing her lips to spread wider. Then wider still, leaving her panting and shaking as the toy pressed to her. Her entire focus on Nyala as the lioness lifted Talon's cock.

Her legs gave out.

Erica's legs shook and her leg slipped on the seat, dropping the martin onto the toy. Her entire body jolted with a soundless cry as the faux phallus plunged into her. She couldn't even gasp as it knocked the wind out of her and battered her insides. Distantly, she was aware of how Talon's fingers dug into the lioness's toned ass. Yanking her down to meet his thrusts as both tried to set their own pace.

"Y... you're not twenty any... anymore, Erica." She huffed and shifted on her seat, carefully extracting herself to the floor. "Can't ride the chair like that... Fuck... Think I bruised something..."

Despite her complaints, she sank to the floor and planted the toy. Kneeling on either side as she began to ride it again. Slowly, far slower than the frantic fucking the other two were going through. Her eyes narrowed as she braced herself on the desk. Listening to the noises from the other two. Letting it paint a picture for her. Imagining how it might be to have that stallion under her. Letting him lay claim to her like he was with that lion.

Her eyes focused on his sac. That dark, heavy pouch that swung up and clapped off Nyala's ass. She fumbled for the camera controls. Zoomed in on it. Mesmerized by how that thick shaft glistened with a mix of lion and stallion arousal. How he was whipping Nyala into a frenzy. The way his fingers dug into her ass as the female screamed her pleasure. Fucking her right through her climax. Not letting her have a second of rest before pressing tight. Erica's vision focused wholly on those balls as they pulled tight. His cock jumping visibly on screen as he gave Nyala's hungry body another dose of stallion cum.

"Nnnngh!" Erica hunches and shuddered, spilling her own nectar along the spire she so hungrily rode.

How long had they been at it? Nyala couldn't remember. Didn't care. Only a couple lovers had cared to go more than one round. Her first husband had been a stud during one of her heats. Well, mostly because she kept getting him up and riding him. Didn't matter what he said or wanted, she'd needed that cock.

Now here she was. Only dimly aware of her surroundings. Given all the penis she could handle and then some. She could feel that Talon over her again. He was a dark shape against the blinding brightness of the fluorescent lights. Where she was aching, needy, and nearing spent, he was still going. Somehow. Her insides clenched weakly around his cock, barely keeping up with his seemingly limitless stamina.

He'd nearly fucked every part of her he could. Her jaws ached from where he'd grabbed her hair and fucked her throat. Breasts were a mess from where he'd decided to tit-fuck her. Painting her chest and face with a load. While he hadn't gone for her ass, he'd teased her with tongue and finger. Bringing her to the type of climax she'd never imagined she'd have. As for her pussy? Well, in a matter of... however long, he'd probably ruined other men for her.

Might have even ruined her favorite sex toys too.

Still he fucked her. It didn't matter that she wasn't nearly as vibrant or as active, he could smell her need and she was still rocking into him. Even now, as her legs tingled with the exciting numbness, she tried to press into him. Hands reached blindly for the panting muzzle. They groped at the bridle and drew him down, pressing into a rough kiss.

His tongue nearly choked her as he forced it into her mouth. Yet she, the great Nyala Mehari, suckled on his tongue. Pressed her body to his, craving more even as he gave her his all. Her claws, once manicured to perfection, where now chipped and the polish coming off. They dug at his bridle, wanting to keep him down there even as she felt herself starting to slip. The sheer sexual exhaustion over taking her.

Still she clung to him. Holding onto that bridle as she suckled on his tongue. Legs doing their best to coil about his hips as he hammered her. Then that now-familiar press. His body almost crushing hers into the lounger. She could feel every muscle tense, vibrate, and release. Adding to the mess that stained her fur. Nyala's eyes rolled back as she sighed with relief. Her burning insides feeling much cooler as exhaustion claimed her.

Talon leaned back to look at the lioness. Her eyes were closed, breathing steady. The stallion smirked to himself. His body was warm, too warm, the exertion had gotten him all sweaty. He spied a water bottle on the floor. Half drunk, but still holding some liquid. He reached for it and slipped off the broken lounger. That was fine, the floor was good enough to lay on. He had water, and was expecting the lion to come surging over the lounger any second. So he lay on his back and took a long draw.

Cool water soothed his aching throat. Ears twisted about, picking up the whirring of a fan. Hum of electronics. Then... something else.

Erica shivered as she saw Nyala collapse. "Fuck me sideways. How did he keep up that long?" The pine martin huffed as she stood up on shaking legs. A glance at the clock showed that those two had been at it for over an hour. Never stopping longer than a couple minutes for some water. Even then, one or the other would interrupt mid-drink.

She snorted a laugh as Talon fell off the lounger. Gods above, that thing was ruined. That thing was old anyway. She'd only hauled it out of storage for this.

"Ooh... ow ow ow." Erica had to grab the desk to help herself up. "No more kneeling on the floor, I got it." She sighed and stretched, wincing as her knees screamed at her. Staggering into her bathroom, she cleaned herself up quickly and got dressed. Now to retrieve Talon, clean him up, deodorize him, and bring Avery back out. That'd give her time to come up with some excuse for why the session went longer.

After she got her pants on and picked up a special something. Erica glanced at the monitors. Nyala was passed out on the broken lounger. Talon lay beside it, chugging water. Good.

Clothes back on and out of her private security room. She made a quick jaunt to another office that belonged to a friend of hers. The fertility clinic next door to her office. That's what had drawn Nyala here in the first place. She'd admitted as much to Erica. The idea of 'shoving a turkey baster up there and squeezing' hadn't appealed to her. Nor had in vitro fertilization. No, that proud lioness had wanted to have a 'natural' fertilization. Erica had wanted to float the idea of hiring several felines to gang-bang her into submission. Make a weekend of it. Just make sure she had a few orgasms to induce ovulation, and tada.

Then she'd thought about Talon. There had been something exciting about the idea of using that buried stud to fuck the aggravating lioness. Avery would get physical release and the endorphins, Talon would get to fuck some willing woman, Nyala would have several orgasms at least, and Erica would get to watch it all. Wins all around.

Floating the idea to Nyala had been a very careful endeavor. Especially when she tossed out the idea of the vibrating panties. She wasn't sure if they'd help, but something about the mental image of this bitch attorney rubbing her thighs together at work? Oh that had made Erica beyond excited. She just wished that she'd been able to see it. Really wished she'd been able to see the looks of the other males in the office. Oh if they'd caught a whiff of her there?

That made her smile the whole way to the faux-office. "Whoof..." Erica had to step back as the scent of raw sex and sweat poured from the door. She looked over the room quickly. The walls had scratch marks and a couple holes. The desk had been knocked askew. The lounger was destroyed. Not to mention the rug. She'd have to be _very_careful about who she hired to come clean this up. Well, that would be Nyala's problem, it was her money that was going towards this endeavor. "And I bet you're going to pay more if this doesn't take," Erica grinned down at the lioness. "But I'm sure it will. At least I'm sure this will." She brandished her weapon of choice.

A hearty dose of various feline semen attached to a barbed 'implantation device.' She, her fertility friend, and Nyala had gone over the list of donors together. Picking healthy, intelligent, handsome felines. Tigers, lions, panthers, puma, and even a couple house cats made up the cocktail.

Nyala barely stirred as Erica spread her legs. "Wow, you made a mess of her, Talon," Erica mused at the spread, dripping pussy. The lioness arched, moaned, but didn't wake as she pushed the 'implantation device,' aka a dildo, into her well-fucked cunt.

There was a smile on the pine martin's face as she pumped the toy in and out. Feeling how it slid through the heated, cum-filled slit. Reveled in the sound and how Nyala moaned weakly in her sleep. She wasn't some heat-struck male, pumping away. No, the pine martin went about this clinically. Twisting the toy just right, using a small bullet vibe, and a couple seconds of work got her rewards. A weak, panting climax from the lioness. She shoved the toy as deep as it'd go, then gave another push just to be sure.

"Gobble gobble." Erica squeezed the syringe and made sure to pump every last drop of collected sperm into her. The stallion's cum had flooded the lioness, but it wouldn't knock her up. The big cat collective would, especially after how many times Talon had made the lioness cum and yowl. Just to be safe, she'd gotten a couple vials of cat spunk. Enough to knock up ten Nyala's, much less the one before her.

Just to be sure, she wiggled the toy again. Making use of its barbs to stimulate Nyala some more. Plus it was fun to watch her hips jerk. Erica even leaned in to lick the lion's engorged clit, giving it a playful nibble. Grinning wickedly at how the lioness writhed in her sleep.

It's funny how the brain notices things sometimes. How she'd focused wholly on the lioness and failed to notice Talon. Her gaze slipped past Nyala, lighting on the lion's hand. A scrap of leather clutched in her grip. Then she saw the bridle, all but invisible against the leather of the lounger. Nearly tucked under the lioness.

A low fear crept up her spine. That bridle kept Talon in check. Some unconscious control she'd built in. Every bit of barding and straps were another layer of control she'd worked into the hypnosis. That bridle? That kept him from just trying to do what he wanted. She knew exactly how wild Talon could be. Even the scent of her own arousal had been enough to make him want to mount her before. Now here she was, still aroused, barely cleaned up, and kneeling by the lioness he'd just fucked unconscious. And he was loose.

Erica leapt and spun around, expecting him to be behind her.

Nothing.

She breathed a sigh of relief and straightened up. He must have passed out as well. There was only so much even a stud like him could do. Erica breathed and stretched, clearing her head. At least there was a breeze in the room, cooling things off. She couldn't imagine how stuffy the room would have been otherwise. The scent of sex just baked into everything.

Why was there a breeze?

That worry built again as she looked towards the windows. They were thick, frosted windows meant to give the room light. One had been opened a crack, and another had a gaping hole in it.

Erica rushed to it and looked out. They were on the second floor, but there was a thick hedge below. Looking out, she could just make out the shape of the mini-fridge in the brush below. In the distance, she could hear music and people laughing. Just in the distance, she saw a dark shape marching down the road towards the noise.

Talon was loose.

This violated ALL KINDS of ethics codes.

The noises were strange. He picked up all kinds of voices. Male, female, and others in between. Talon's ears perked towards the brick building. The voices were coming from inside, almost drown out by a far deeper, thumping noise. He snorted, tail twitched, and wandered around the building. The voices grew louder. His attention snapped over in time to see someone coming out a heavy metal door. They were talking on their phone. A quick look revealed that the person was of no interest. A rat, but a male one. Cute rear, but the smell of cigarette smoke turned Talon away.

He was more interested in the door that closed behind the rat. Moving quickly, he ducked inside, following the other sounds of voices.

Dark hallway. Smell of must and sweat and booze. Storage? Didn't matter. The stallion followed the noises. He could hear female voices nearby and that's where his focus was. Hooves thudded on concrete as he ventured further into the darkness. Running nose-first into a door.

Noise erupted from the door as he shoved past. Deep, thudding bass that shook him to the core. Lights too. Pulsing in time with the beat, swirling, flashing. He stumbled and found himself in a press of bodies. Another step and it quickly overwhelmed him. Reaching for the door, he couldn't find it. Just a surprised, "Hey... whoa hello," as his hand hit someone.

He snorted, overwhelmed by the press of bodies and the beat of music. The draft horse staggered deeper into the crowd. Easily plowing his way through the press as he looked for an exit. Ears pressed tight to his scalp as he looked and tried to focus. Easily a head above most of the crowd yet lost. He felt he should know what an exit was, what a sign looked like, yet it was just a blur of different colored lights.

A hand grabbed his harness and pulled. He spun on his heel, expecting security or someone else, a male to challenge him. He found himself staring at a reptile. She wore something that looked like it fit like a second skin, revealing every detail of her curvy form to him. Each sweep, every scale, and every piercing. Her crest dyed a vibrant, unnatural set of colors.

It was the look in her eyes that centered him. That surprised, then hungry glint as her gaze swept down him. She grinned, holding onto his harness with one hand. Her other swept down to cup his sac, feeling them. Up to his sheath as it warmed and began to plump. Lips pursed in a low coo as she pulled at his harness. "Follow me," she mouthed and pulled, guiding him from the press of the dance floor.

Fucking, what the fucking fuck. How the fuck did he fucking... Fuck! Erica was doing her best power walk down the street. She hadn't even bothered to grab her own jacket on the way out. Just whipping Nyala's onto her shoulders and hurrying out. Now she was almost tripping over it every few steps. She'd been going to the gym as well. Lots of power walking, but fuck! Her legs were starting to burn and her arches were screaming. Heels were not ideal for power walking!

As it was, she nearly ran past the building before she saw the large, intimidating looking rhino out front. If the sound grabbed her attention maybe it had grabbed his? It was a theory at least. Skidding to a stop, she hurried to the door.

"No way you're getting in." A meaty slab that could pass for a hand stopped her. "Not dressed like that."

"I just gotta get inside and check for my friend." The rhino glared down at her. "You've probably seen him. Just let me inside to check, I'll be out in two seconds." She ducked and darted past him. Trusting fully in her size and inherent agility from being a pine martin to stop her.

This rhino was used to handling spry, drunk college girls. A middle aged therapist was an easy catch. "No can do."

Erica staggered back, "Then maybe you've seen him." She pulled out her phone and pulled up a picture of Talon. Not a full body shot, mind, but one of his face. "He's impossible to miss."

He barely glanced at the phone. "I've seen a lot of guys tonight. He drunk or high?"

"Not exactly..."

A sigh. He reached for his radio, "What's he wearing? Hoodie? Shirt?"

Erica pursed her lips and started thinking of how to describe, 'Just a harness and nothing else' in a tactful way. When a voice chimed up, "Oh I know him!"

"Oh thank you. Where did you..." Erica turned and stopped.

An iguana punk gal stood behind her, a dreamy half-smile on her face. Her crest was dyed a vibrant array of colors, pink and red being the majority of them. A dress that once might have been tight, had been stretched and torn in a couple spots. Strange straps circled her legs, pulling the slit that ran up the front open with each step. Rather it would, if one of those straps hadn't snapped. Erica could just see the curve of a thigh and breast under the reptile's leather jacket as she leaned against the wall.

"Ah... where did you see him? He was doing some dares and got a bit carried away."

Tongue flicked as the iguana laughed, "Hell of a challenge, dressed like that and running around the club. So lucky I grabbed him before someone else did." There was that smile and a tail twitch.

Erica nearly collapsed, "You grabbed him, good. Where is he?"

Blink. Look at her, then a coloring of the cheeks. "Well, he ah... gave me the slip. See, we'd gone around behind the club and we..." another tail twitch and flick. "I was just getting ready to clean him up and invite him back to my place when someone came out. They yelled, and he took off that way." She pointed vaguely down the street. "You said he's your friend, yea? Could you give him this?" She looked around then grabbed a notepad from the rhino. "Easy, Boris, I'll give it back." The rhino sighed and offered a pen. The reptile scribbled something down and handled the pad back. "It's my number. Tell him I want more."

Erica made a noise that could have been agreement. Grabbed the page, shoved it into a pocket, and took off again. Fucking fuck... how the fuck...

More voices drew the stallion down the road. The iguana had been fun. Different feel from the lioness. How smooth and supple her hide felt. The strangely cool warmth inside. That tongue. He was sure she was going to choke him with that tongue of hers. Just thinking about it made his own tongue roll inside his mouth. He wanted to feel that some more. Would have felt it more.

Except they'd been interrupted. A yell had startled him and he was halfway down the street before he thought to stop. Too far gone now, too many people between him and the club. New voices drew his attention. The houses had started to grow further apart. A few blocks and it had transformed from a cramped city center to more residential. A low voice caught his attention. Feminine, older, with the hushed tones that indicated scandal.

He leaned towards a heavy, tall wooden fence and snorted. Even in the chill he could smell her. Older, slightly drunk, fruity notes, and muttering something. The fence was sturdy though. Nothing on this side to climb. He looked around and spotted a tree. The lowest branches thick and well within his reach.

Julie lay by her pool, having taken a bit of a risk and gone skinny dipping. Well, hard to say it was a risk when she had a ten foot privacy fence and sun shades. Still, it was cold. Colder than most liked it. She enjoyed her little polar bear dips. Hop in the sauna, warm up, dive in the pool, then lounge as long as she could. Sit with a glass of wine and a saucy romance novel. It was a good way to start the weekend.

"Ah, Francois." She ran her fingers over the embossed muscles on the book's cover. "If only you'd come and sweep me off my feet." Oh she could go bother Harold. He'd give her a little something, but only so much. Besides _The Game_was on soon and he'd be lost to the world.

Sigh.

A crack drew her attention upwards. The husky's ears perking as she saw something in the tree the hung over her fence. A dark shape, large. It took her a moment to realize that it was a horse in her tree! Probably some drunk college kid. She was about to yell for him to get down when she realized a few things.

First, he was naked.

Second, he looked remarkably like the stallion on the cover of her book.

Third, he was falling towards her.

Where could he have gone? Erica leaned against a fence and tried to catch her breath. She was getting way too old for this.

"I couldn't believe it either! A stallion, right out of my tree! He just leapt down at me and... "

Both ears shot up. The pine martin snuck closer and peered through a crack in the fence. A husky woman sat on the edge of a rattan chair. "I know," she kept her voice hushed, making Erica lean in. "He just dropped down on top of me. Well of course he said something. Kind of. Well I gasped Francois and he grunted. I don't know, must be part of the package. It was so... thrilling! I couldn't believe someone as big as him could climb that tree." A pause, "Well he must have been, why else would he be wearing a chest harness like that? I just didn't know that would be why Edith would recommend that yard service to me. Who knew she was the type? Tell me about it! Oh and you should have seen his equipment. I've never, ever seen anything like it outside of those... Oh don't you start with that! We promised never to talk about _that_trip." A wistful sigh, "He hopped the fence when Harold came outside to see why I was howling. Had to make some excuse about the book being saucy." A cackle, "Oh extra saucy. I don't know why I called him Francois. He looked just like the cover of the book. Yes, I'm sure! Well, he's a big black horse and they all kind of look alike to me. Oh don't start with that. I just wonder how I'm going to explain the fence to him."

Erica leaned back and took a step to the side. Sure enough, part of the fence had been knocked over. Luck was with her, since there were heavy hoof prints in the mud. "This is getting tiring..." She took a breath and stood up.

"Excuse me," the husky leaned out from behind a gate, towel wrapped around her. "But what are you doing near my house?"

"Ah, I'm with the tree services. Just making sure you're... service was acceptable. And to bring my worker some clothes. Someone grabbed his fresh pack, you see."

Ears flushed bright. The husky started, "Oh...Well, we were interrupted before he could... Finish his work." She flapped her hand as she spoke, "I've never seen anyone that dedicated to brushwork before. He's very good with his tools, but got spooked off before he could... Complete his job." Now she tossed in some knowing looks, "I..." she glanced towards a window, "One moment." She ducked back and came out with a slip of paper and a folded twenty. "Give your man this for me. I didn't get to tip him before he left. That way." Her voice dropped, "Tell him next time, he can just duck. Harold can't see well without his glasses, and he never wears those."

Sigh...

"I'll... let him know," she said with her best service industry smile. "Make sure to keep this between us though." She mimed a shush, winked, and started off in a power walk. She was so losing her license.

He was nearing the edge of town. Things were getting quieter for the most part. His nose could pick up the scent of trees and grass that lay in a row just behind the buildings. That wasn't what drew the stallion down the road. No, that was the new scents and sounds from ahead.

A sorority party had spilled out into the streets. New smells assailed him. The scent of youth, excitement, hormones, and drunken revelry. His ears perked as voices picked to him. Female voices. Lots of them. There were male ones there, but they were largely drown out. While there was music again, it wasn't the same head-pounding intensity of earlier.

Though that had been fun, matching his pace to the beat. That lizard girl seemed to have enjoyed it. The way her tail had wrapped around his leg as he shoved her to the wall. How her thick tongue had hung from her mouth in a look of absolute bliss...

Cold wind whipped around his bare body. Wrapping its icy hands around his most tender of parts.

Snort!

He picked up his pace towards the noise. A sorority house it seemed. He felt dimly aware of what it was. Not that he knew what the symbols on the sign on the fence were. Avery would've known that the building was Psi Phi Omicron, but all Talon knew was women.

Hopping the fence was an easy enough task. It was barely hip-high for him. More there for show than anything else. Even then, he nearly landed on a couple that were in the bushes. Surprised noises sprang from the hedge as heavy hooves thudded down. Then more appreciative ones. He ignored the two though, even if they did offer to worship him like the god he was.

There was a double handful of people in the yard. Drinking, flirting, canoodling, but each stopped in turn as the stallion walked by. Back straight, head high, and on full proud display. Swaying with each proud step. Cheers rose from one small knot, then chants. Some word he didn't recognize, or really care about. His attention was drawn to the open door, especially as the icy wind caressed his body again.

Hooves thundered on the porch to announce his arrival. The doorway was blocked by someone playing bouncer. Not for long since they looked up at him, went wide-eyed, and fell back as the draft horse shouldered past.

Bodies were pressed tighter here. Moving with their own ebb and flow as they shifted from one room to the next. Music thudded off one set of speakers, competing with music from another half-dozen speakers. He snorted and moved to avoid those noisier places. Brushing past more people, admiring all who looked upon his glory. Basking in the praise as words of 'hazing' and 'college prank' rained down upon him.

"Ty... I told you I'm not into you," the mouse girl was all but pressed against the kitchen counter. Tyler, a complete meathead, had cornered her in the kitchen. She'd been avoiding him all night. The big bull had been hounding her. Said he, 'Liked them small' with a grin that made her fur crawl. She was certain she'd even seen him trying to put something in her drink. She'd dumped that out and found a buddy, but then Beck had found some other girl and... errrgh. "Get lost or I'm calling the cops."

He slammed his hand into the counter, "Who they gonna believe, huh? You or..."

A heavy hand closed on Ty's shoulder and spun the chianina bull around. For once in his life, the tall, wide bovine found himself nose-to-nose with another male. He blinked, starred at this horse who was glaring at him, "The FUCK is your problem?" then...

Erica limped along. One of her heels had broken a block back and the pine martin was hurting. How the fuck did he just keep going? She was about to freeze out here, and yet that naked stallion had kept powering through the night. She was fucking cold, frozen to the core, and...

A cop blew past her, lights on but no sirens. Her ears shot up as she glance upwards and saw them pulling up in front of a house down at the end of the street.

A house with a sign out front.

A house with a sorority sign out front.

A house with the Psy Phi Omicron sign out front.

Psy Phi Omicron was well known for their orgies.

Worry shot through her gut and she found herself limp-running to the building. She did slow as she neared the line. Wouldn't do to have them wonder why a middle-aged therapist was charging up on a sorority house. No, she'd blend into the... non-existent crowd of onlookers.

Of course, it was an infamous sorority house. This was just another night for the neighbors. They might get some laughs out of their antics, but otherwise? Just another day.

Sigh.

She eased closed and perked her ears.

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it! Dude was just strutting around in one of those bondage harnesses and nothing else."

"Fuck me, did you see how hung he was? Cold as it is, dude's gotta be packing."

"He kinda had that dad bod thing going too. Fucking hot."

"Nearly stepped on me when he came in. Was about to bitch, but then... oooh step on me, horse daddy!"

"Fucker broke my nose!"

That last one got her attention. Erica edged closer and saw some large bull with a kitchen towel shoved against his face. He was bubbling out a complaint to a cop, "Dude just rocked up behind me and punched me for no reason."

A lanky maned wolf snarled, "The reason is you tried to hit him! After trying to roofie half the girls here! You're lucky he only hit you once! Especially with how you were after Emmy there!" she waved back towards a girl at the fence. The mouse glanced up, before turning her attention back to her phone.

The bull shot to his feet, "Fuck you, Becky, I would never!"

Becky reached out in a shot, turned out the bull's pockets, and both cop and paramedic looked down as a half-filled vial tumbled out. Then things started to get a bit too daytime TV, so Erica slipped over towards Emmy. She didn't want to get too close, because Emmy was another one of her patients.

As she eased up towards Emmy, she caught a glimpse of the mouse's phone. She had an app open, a picture of the missing stallion on full display with the words, 'Anyone seen him? Wanna thank him for putting Ty in his place.' Kissy face, dreamy eyes, several eggplants.

Bing! 'Yeah, saw him heading out back. Someone was dragging him along by that harness.' More eggplants, water sprays. Drooling face.

Erica looked towards the back of the house. Darkness back there. Lots of trees, a small patch of wood that lead into a park. That was going to be a lot of ground to cover. Especially with her trying to find a black coated horse in.

Sigh.

"Doctor Salazar?" She froze. "What are you doing here?"

Fuck.

This party was dull. Abella scratched her cheek as she looked around. The doe let out a sigh and clicked her tongue against her teeth. Well, it was dull-adjacent at least. She'd heard of the legendary hoe-down throw downs at the Psy Phi Omicron, just as everyone else had. Wasn't surprised to find a bunch of guys here, but the pickings were lean.

Sure, there were guys. Just no quality ones. Lots of horny college jerks that just wanted to stick it in and get off. She'd had a hard time even finding someone that could follow her simple rules. The moment she started talking about what they couldn't do, their eyes would glaze over.

Just wanted to fiki and be done. She wasn't about to hold their hands and giggle sweetly as she deflorid them. She wasn't their sister.

Another sigh, long sip of her beer, and look around. Quick scan of the crowd and compare them to other males she'd seen. Jocks with only two brain cells and one thing going for them. There were a couple average looking guys here. Shame that horse on the bus earlier had been painfully shy. He was handsome and tall, if he could fuck, then he'd be the package deal. Just looked like he'd crumble into dust if they tried anything. Especially after Maria 'stumbled' back into him.

Shame, looked like he'd have been great at some kamenbalai. Sweep her chimney real good.

She was just about ready to drain her beer, and head home to meet up with Maria when a noise caught her attention.

"The FUCK is your problem?!"

That bellow cut through all the din, the music, everything. People fell silent in a wave, starting at the kitchen and radiating out. Everyone at the party could sense something was about to happen. Cellphones lifted into the air, ready to record whatever was gonna go down and post it online for the world to see.

Abella turned and stood up on tippy-hooves to try and peer around everyone. There was a moment of silence. A grunt. Scuffle.

Then two shapes exploded out of the kitchen. A large, dark shape grabbed another white-ish gray one by the head. Hooves dug into the ground as the pair clashed and struggled. One plainly trying to plow the other to the ground. Thick arms wrapped about a dark trunk. Abella could just make out the shape of a horse and bull before the crowd shifted. Everyone trying to get away and make room. She caught a glimpse of the dark shape, a thickly built equine, as arms wrapped around the other. A bull maybe? The darker one dug heels in, grunted, and the bull yelled in surprise. Heavy hooves tore up the scuffed and scarred wood floor as the horse heaved. People scrambled for safety, giving Abella just enough space to pop from the crowd.

Just in time to see the bull's feet hit the ceiling as the horse heaved him skyward and fell backwards.

"Ah, fekerego..."

She had to leap back as the bull SLAMMED into the floor hard enough to shake the entire house. Abella fell flat on her ass inches from him, eyes wide with shock. He was a big fucker, and that horse just slammed him like a bitch! As she watched, the horse scrambled and flipped around with a squeal of rage. The bull looked up, confused, and tried to shield his face. Too little, too late. Fist met his nose and the bull's head cracked off the floor. He yelped, tried to curl up, but the stallion landed another blow.

Abella stared at the brawling pair in pure shock. Her attention on the stallion.

"Avery?!"

He stopped mid-punch and jerked. Expression shifting from raw, feral rage, to something else. Confused, almost sleepy. He blinked, shook his head, snorted, and refocused his attention on the bull below him.

What the absolute fuck was Avery doing here? She'd seen him on the bus just a few hours ago. Better question is, what was he wearing? Or not wearing...

Wow... he was hot.

More murmurs, talks of calling the cops, complaints that they couldn't post this online, and even admiration and cheers. Abella's ears perked as she looked to the stallion and made a snap decision.

She wasn't gonna let anyone else have him. Not if she had a choice.

Leaping to her feet, Abella grabbed his harness and yanked, "Come on, Rapide." He shrugged, reared back, but then stopped as he looked at the doe again. Something like recognition dawning in his eyes. "Leave the Kacujo. Come on," she pulled again, heaving her weight against the stallion's harness. He followed her up, ears focused on the doe as she hauled him through the house. "Move, you picxaros!" Abella kept her ears forward, hand on Avery's harness, as she marched through the house and out the back door.

Gods above, why was she doing this? He was cute, yeah. Had to be crazy, why else would someone show up at this party, wearing only a chest harness? That peaked her interests almost as much as him kicking that cxuristo's ass. More than that, watching him and looking at him had gotten her riled up.

Out the back of the house, past the fence, and into the wooded area. She pulled her phone out and fumbled the light on. "Stupid dark..." she stumbled as her hoof caught a root, but kept herself up thanks to the brick house she was hanging onto. "What on earth are you doing out here? Aside from showing off? Which diable you can show off. If I'd known you were wearing this under that coat, would've invited you over earlier." She tugged on the harness, drawing a snort from the stallion. "Oh Maria would have a field day with you..."

Ears perked as she looked around, feeling randy and more curious than anything. Especially now that they were deeper in the stand of trees. Moonlight just barely leaking through the branches. Hidden from sight and wind by thicker foliage. She stopped and turned to look up at the stallion. Casting her gaze over him as she looked over his body with a phone. He just stood there, looking at her. "Yo, earth to Avery..." she snapped her fingers. He snorted and leaned back, still staring at her. "You high? Drunk?" She looked at his eyes, then lower. "You look like you fucked a wild cat there." She eyed the scratches on his chest, then let her gaze drop.

A thick finger stopped her from looking too far. The stallion stepped towards her and leaned down. Broad muzzle nearly filling her vision as he breathed in her scent. She met his gaze, reached up, grabbed a handful of his mane, and pulled him into a kiss.

The stallion's thick tongue slammed into her mouth, threatening to choke her. Yet the doe only tightened her grip and shoved her tongue past his. Trying to give as good as she was getting. Forcing her tongue into his mouth as she drooled around his. Groaning and arching towards him as his heavy hand found her stomach and roamed up. Then down.

She broke the kiss before his hand could reach her thigh. "Nah uh, you want to go there, you've gotta eat my ass out first. Gotta earn this vagineto. So back up so I can..."

Heavy hands closed about her hips and the stallion lifted the doe into the air. She squealed, dropped her phone, and reached back to grab whatever she could as he almost slammed her into the tree. The stallion drove his head under her dress, bit down on her panties, and pulled. "Patrinfikulo!" she yelped as he ripped her favorite flirting panties. Then gasped as that thick fucking tongue drove against her pucker. Slowly rimming the deer before pushing in. "Patrinfikulo..." she breathed out and leaned into the tree, holding onto the branches as her thighs wrapped around his head.

Avery felt... strange. He floated in a dream-like state, felt like he was dreaming. Had he fallen asleep in Doctor Salazar's office again? She'd warned him about overworking himself. It wasn't easy, working to pay for college, studying, everything else. His social life was non-existent outside of his roommate watching movies with him. That was rare though. Most of his social life was chatting online when he could.

His dreams had been odd too. He'd dreamt of another stallion. A proud herd master he ran with. This other horse looked like him, but carried himself entirely differently. Proud, head high, tail flagged, and cock... just swaying in the breeze. It looked back at him, tossed his head, and took off. Avery naturally falling into step behind him.

Then his dreams shifted. Half-blurred fantasies. That lioness from the bus. Legs wrapped tight around him as she screamed for more even as the chair under her broke. Only to keep screaming and panting until she couldn't anymore. Her eyes unfocused as Avery flipped her over and kept fucking. Pounding away at her even after cumming in her.

Darkness. He'd slipped away again. Dozing. Drifting lightly.

Noise! Lights and noise pressed down on him. It was a storm of heavy bass and lights that crashed down on him. Everything blurred and reformed into a swirl of bright colors and soft, leathery hide. A tongue that wormed its way down his throat even as he buried himself in her. Nails scraped his back, adding to the scratch marks that were all but covering his torso.

Images danced and whirled before him. Other women, other places, each one strange. Half-remembered, yet so real.

Avery?!

He blinked. Who was calling his name? Had he fallen asleep in Salazar's office? Was it his roommate telling him to get off the couch?

Avery.

He rolled and muttered something. Sleep was hanging heavily on him. Weighing him down. He tried to blink, open his eyes. His body wasn't willing to work, even as his consciousness started to come back. He groaned... or thought he did. The noise growled out of his throat, but it sounded alien, strange. Like someone else was making it.

Oh Avery...

He blinked. He actually blinked, eyes blurred and came into focus slowly. Someone was running their fingers through his mane. He slowly became aware of himself. Cold air washing over and around him. The scent of pine and green things were drown out by some other scent. Something he knew he hadn't smelled up close, yet somehow knew intimately.

That was the smell of pussy.

Something brown filled his vision, lit only by moonlight and the glowing LED of a dropped phone. A low squeal cut through the droning in his ears, followed by another gasp of, "Fucking hell, Avery! I'm gonna... Ahhh!"

Thighs squeezed tight around his face as a rush of flavor exploded across his nose. Rich, randy, and decidedly feminine. Avery blinked, or tried to, but his gaze roamed up into the darkness. Barely adjusting enough to make out a bunched up skirt and shaking belly. The woman gasping and shuddering as his tongue drove deep into her ass.

"Oh... fike tio estas bona... You bela brutulo."

The voice and cadence was familiar, the words struck a cord with him. He became more aware of his surroundings. They were in a stand of trees. He was standing tall and proud, holding this woman up. She all but vanished into the branches overhead. Gloved hands ran over his cheeks and pushed his hair back. She giggled lightly and gave his cheeks a squeeze, "Let me down and I'll return the favor. Soni bone?"

He grunted. Or rather he felt himself grunt as he stepped back. Abella squealed as he half-dropped her, catching the doe with a wide grin. She laughed and batted at his chest, grabbing his harness and pulling on it. "You naughty fucker you!"

Why was he wearing a harness? What was he doing out here?!_Why couldn't he move?_A hundred questions raced through his head as he tried to shrug all this off. It felt like the world's worst case of sleep paralysis. Yet he was moving. He wasn't in control of his body, but he was moving.

Avery watched as the doe moved down and snorted playfully. She buried her nose right against Avery's ball sac and breathed in. "Oh fuck... you smell so fucking good." All it took was a touch to his sheath and the deer began to coax his cock out. Her muzzle splitting into a wide grin, "Eager too, yeah?" Then her eyes widened as she watched his cock drop and harden. "Mia. Fika. Dio. Look at you! No wonder you're all hunched forward on the bus with this thing weighing you down." She pressed her nose to his cock and breathed deep. "Oooh. Someone's been a bredvir?evalo tonight, hasn't he? How many woman have you been with?" She sniffed, licked, "Two, three? Who fucking cares..." The doe pressed her nose tight to him and breathed deep, "Bela..."

She gave his cock a squeeze and opened wide to take him in. Avery doubled up, or wanted to, as her tongue stud raced across his tip.His stomach rippled and a little snort slipped out, but the stallion stood tall. _'What's going on?'_Avery felt his panic start to rise. Chest heaved, or tried to as he tried to get his body to respond to him.

'Just watch, Boy.'

That voice. That smug, primal voice he'd heard in his head countless times over the past few months. It had railed against him so many times, but it had been easy to ignore. Now he could _feel_that deep presence bearing against him. His hand moved on it's own to stroke Abella's head. The doe started, ears perked between his fingers. She looked up at him with a smile and leaned in. Mouth opening wide as she pressed his tip to her lips and began to take him down.

His hand shoved her down.

"URRGGGK!" Her eyes shot wide as her jaws stretched wider. Studded tongue danced back and forth against his shaft. Avery, or rather this stallion in control of him, stepped forward. Her hands leapt from his cock to his hips. Fingers flexing as he pushed her nose right into his groin. Grinding his heavy body against her muzzle.

'_She's going to choke!'_Avery fretted.

Hands tightened against his hips. Painted nails dug into his hips as Abella drove herself forward with a strained noise. 'Don't think so. She wants us. Watch and learn.'

Feet shuffled as he stepped forward, leaning into the tree as he nearly straddled Bella's face. The deer curled her hands around his hips and held on as the stallion began to thrust. Each stroke drew a deep, guttural gag from the doe. Avery caught a glimpse of her looking up at him, eyes rolling back as tears began to leak from her eyes. Though her tongue continued to bathe his cock. Dancing back and forth across his flesh, tracing his veins, and teasing his crown. The harder he fucked her fast, the more vigorously she sucked on his cock.

Oh yes! This was fucking hot! Abella couldn't believe that the shy, quiet stallion from the bus was fucking her face like this! His cock pounded into her throat with each stroke. Even with her general lack of a gag reflex, it was almost too much for her. She'd given a couple other guys blowjobs tonight, but other than that wolf who knotted her muzzle? Others barely tickled her throat.

Thighs stroked together as she drove against his cock. Her tongue curled and danced in the little space she was given. She took quick little gulps of air as he drew back, only to be rewarded with heavy dollops of precum flooding her mouth. She could taste the other women on him. Predatory, reptilian, she wasn't sure what species. Didn't matter. It just made her want to feel him more. See how deep she could take him. How many rounds he could go. Her body ached with need and arched towards him. Her excitement dripping to the ground as her eyes rolled further back. Grip loosening on his hips as she felt herself starting to slip. Yet even then, one hand fell down. Fingers danced past her pussy lips, gathering her juices up there, before venturing further down. Pressing against her backdoor and teasing it.

'That's enough, she's about to pass out!' Avery railed against the stallion's presence. It wanted to keep fucking until it was done, but Avery's will prevailed. Maybe. With a low snort, the stallion stepped back and pulled out.

"Gaaah!' Abella gasped as the thick flare popped out of her aching jaws. Giving her a perfect view of the heavy cock as it leapt up, nearly smacking the draft horse in the belly. She stared up at it in awe as the length came back down and smacked her muzzle. "Holy fuck!" she coughed out and grinned at him. Reaching up to stroke his cock. "Next time, don't stop even if I do pass out." She flashed a grin up at him and licked her lips.

A mental smirk, 'Told you.'

Abella took a second to recover before standing and turning around. She flicked her skirt up over her tail and wiggled it at him. Letting him see the several fingers she'd crammed into her own backside. She grinned and spread herself open, "Now get here and sodomiigi. Fuck my ass, you stud you."

That made the stallion hesitate. Her ass? He'd wanted to fuck her pussy. Though at the same time... a willing doe and a warm hole? Who was he to argue? He stepped forward, Avery falling silent as Abella gripped his cock and lined it up under her tail. Pressing his thick, heavy flare to her asshole. She bit her lip and arched, groaning, "Bigger than my toys..." The doe lifted a leg up and rocked her body back. Heavy hands came down to her cheeks and held on. Thumbs keeping her cheeks spread as her pucker slowly spread around his tip. Deep, panted breathes burst from the pair. Air fogging in the chill air as they rolled and pushed.

"Ahh!" twin gasps broke the air as he popped inside. Abella's arms wrapped around his neck as she pulled herself against the tree. Stepping wider apart as the stallion bent towards her. Hooves churned up the dirt as the pair adjusted while starting to thrust. Hungrily working to find a pace and pattern before their position was even settled. It was his heavy grip that lifted her again, bringing her in line. Abella cried out in joy and threw her legs back. Hooking them around Avery's thighs as he hammered in. Balls clapping off her pussy. "Fuck yeah!"

The pair immediately fell into a nearly feral pattern. Her nails chipping and digging into the bark as she threw her hips back. Inviting and challenging the stallion all in one motion. His fingers dug into her hips and pulled her back. Gasping at the sheer tightness of her ass. It was unlike either maw, hand, or pussy. A whole new sensation for the stallion to savor. His sex drive more than happy to keep up even as his pace increased. Each thrust easier than the last. Precum helping to lube her ass. Her tail flicked and curled, wiggling as she threw herself back. Bleating with each slam.

Minutes ticked past, too fast though. The blowjob had been enough to get him more than riled up. Nostrils flared as he leaned in, burying his muzzle against her neck. Breathing in that wonderful doe scent. '_I'm gonna...'_Avery gasped, feeling the pressure built. He rarely even jerked off, barely used that masturbator he bought, and here he was balls deep in the goth deer's ass?

"Do it!" she gasped, "Enpafi. Enpafi!"

Hips jerked as he slammed against her. Slamming every last inch inside her backside before unloading. The doe's bleat rose into a blissful yell as she jerked. Her entire body shuddering back into him as she felt the male's cum firing deep in her ass. Clenching down around his cock as he pumped his load into her. She bit her lip and arched with a smile. How much did he have? Gods above, her gut was gonna be swollen after this!

Hands curled around her body and squeezed, supporting the doe as the stallion panted. Catching his breath after that quick rut. She reached back and grabbed at his mane, pulling herself towards him with a groaned, "Oh we are gonna have fun with you. Let me down you absolute bredvir?evalo then we go to have some real fun."

"Maria!" the hushed shout and shaking roused the large mare. "Maria, wake up!"

She was tired. Tonight had been a bust and she'd seen nothing but disappointment. So she'd come back to the apartment. She'd tried to convince Bella to come home with her, but the doe said she'd stay out another hour or two. Rolling over, she squinted against the bedroom's light. "Huh?" she groaned and blinked against the sleep. "What's got your tail in a knot?" Blankets fell off her bare body as Maria sat up and rubbed her eyes. Fuck, the room still felt too hot. It took her a few seconds to take in the doe's appearance. Leaves and sticks in her hair. Makeup running down her cheeks. Nails chipped to hell and back, they'd have to patch those. But there was a wide grin plastered on her face.

Taking a few seconds too long to realize that Bella wasn't alone. There was someone else with her. A stallion. A very naked stallion, save the chest harness he wore.

Maria's cheeks went red hot as she grabbed at her blankets. Abella was having none of it and whipped the covers away, throwing them into the room. "I found your stud!" came the sing-song accented bleat. "That Percheron from the bus earlier. The cute one named Avery? Ran into him at a party and ooh boy, he can fiki. Drug him out to the woods, he nearly choked me with his tongue and cock, and he..."

A pair of fingers silenced her. Maria slipped two into the doe's mouth and pinched gently. Bella leaned into her hand and suckled on the fingers, watching Maria with perked ears. Maria's gaze lifted to look over that stallion. Avery was it? Gods, he looked like an obsidian statue. That deep, black fur of his showed signs of being well groomed. There were some streaks of dirt and other things on his pelt. She found herself looking over the harness. Why was he wearing that? How long had he been wearing it? Where were the rest of his clothes?

Was that really how well he was hung? Wow.

Keeping her fingers in Bella's mouth, she reached down and rubbed her bare pussy. Avery's gaze followed her fingers. Nostrils flared as she rubbed her bare pussy lips. He snorted as her folds winked, juices dripping onto her fingers. Maria stood slowly, standing a couple inches taller than he was. His ears shot up, but he didn't back down. Not even as she reached out and ran her juice-coated fingers over his muzzle. "You want this?"

He groaned, "Yeah," as he licked her fingers. Lips curled back to revel in her scent as the taste exploded across his senses.

"Good, cause I want this." She released Abella from the mouth hold and reached down to grab his cock. He snorted and pressed forward. "Bella, get me a condom and you..." she turned to pick up her phone. "You had better be able to keep up."

The stallion grunted, feeling confused as the doe darted off and came back with a condom. His attention shot from mare to doe and back. Not fully understanding what was happening as the doe opened a packet and rolled something over his cock. Then music? Maria nodded at the playlist and set her phone down before turning fully. Planting one hand on the bed as she spread her legs and leaned forward. Reaching back with the other to spread her cheeks and show off.

What is going on?

For the first time, Avery heard confusion in the stallion's primal voice.

I think she wants us to prove we're actually studs. he supplied back.

Then why the noise? Why this thing? A mental snort and rear. The stallion was aware of what a condom meant, even if he wasn't fully aware of what it did.

Oh fuck... Avery felt himself drawn to the mare as she curled her tail up. A tail that was dyed the same sunset purples, oranges, and yellows as her mane. Beads had been delicately woven into the braids. The silvery sparkle making him think of stars in the sky. He reached for her rear, gripped her tail, and stepped in.

Wait!

The stallion snorted and paused, Why? She wants it, she's a mare, we're stallions.

Avery wanted to chew on his lip. It flared and curled, bringing them more of Maria's scent. Do you know why she has music on? Silence, confusion. Did it matter?Trust me, I've played far too many rhythm games. You want to impress her? Make her squeal and buck?

Of course! The herd master threw his head and snorted.

_Then follow my lead._Avery tried to step in, but his legs only twitched.

Why? You've never rutted before.

He sighed and grumbled,Well... yeah. Then we can work together. You show me how to rut, I keep up the pace, we make the mare squeal and scream out our name. Wouldn't that be nice? Gods, just thinking about Maria chanting his name was enough to make his cock flare. He held a mental hand towards the more primal male, Deal?

Mental silence. Maria wiggled back towards him, teasing his cock through the condom. The raw heat of her need soaked into his flesh.

Okay. A hand clasped his and as a metal riff played in his mind. Explosions. Muscles flex. The whole works!

"Avery, what's the maAAAAAH!" Maria gasped as he pushed in. Her back arched as her question fell into a squeal. Beads clattered as she threw her head and drove her hips back.

"Oh fuck!" Avery and Talon chimed, their voices drowning together. Hands moved together to curl against Maria's hips. They traced and felt how wonderfully thick the mare was. Steadily pushing in to sheath their cock inside her need. Savored the feel of how her body soaked his groin with her need. The scent flooding the room as they moved in until their bodies met. Maria's hips jerked and twitched back against his. Pussy winking needily around his cock. He held himself tight to her. One ear turned towards her, the other towards her speaker.

Thrust. Shallow.

The stallion grunted, But...

Shallow! Avery snarled, rearing mentally towards the other voice. His hips rocked back and gave a buck. Again, in time with the music beat. Another stroke. Maria's squeal took on a more appreciative noise. Bella, undressed now, pulled over a desk chair and sank into it. Watching with wide eyes.

Avery's body vibrated with excitement as he rocked into Maria. She fell back into him, her body rocking back with the off-beats of the music. He knew this song, knew it lasted for another minute or two. Sweat broke out along his shoulders. He knew he wouldn't last at this rate. Already, he could feel his sac starting to tighten. Kneading Maria's hips, he tried to change his focus. How did one last longer in sex? Oh fuck, he was going to lose his rhythm...

Easy, breathe. The primal voice murmured in his ear. We are going to make her squeal.

Crack! Squeal!"Avery!"

He hit the next beat on time. Maria threw her head and cried out for him. Throwing her weight back into him now, sweat foaming along her shoulders and back. Mouth open wide as she gasped for air. He could feel her orgasm as it shook through her body. Thick form shuddered under him, hips drove back into his, and welcomed hip deeper. He groaned and leaned in, biting at her neck and shoulder. She drove back, riding out her climax, inviting him deeper. Body demanding what it needed from him.

The song hit the climax and so did he. Sharp, quick bucks as the stallion threw his weight against her. Bodies shuddered and pressed tight. Maria turned to look at him, brushing her cheek against his with a dreamy smile. Without a word, their bodies pulled apart slowly.

"Oh fuck..."

Cum spilled from the mare, shredded condom hung from the stallion's cock. They looked at each other. Then at Bella. She looked at her chipped and damaged nails. "Oops..."

"So... Uh..."

Ears perked as the song changed. Avery looked at Maria. She looked at him, blushed, and smiled. Leaning up, she nibbled at his lips and licked. "Fuck it..."

The night began to blur. Maria pushed Avery to the ground. Did Maria put a condom on him? She'd played with his cock and there was a wrapper on the floor. Wait... four wrappers? How many times had they fucked? Distraction came as he found his legs getting pushed towards his chest as she tried to put the next condom on him while mounting. Sliding onto the stallion in full Amazon pose. Shuddering and arching as she slipped down his pole with a feral squeal. Avery reached up to grab her breast, kneading the soft mounds and drawing more squeals from her. She grabbed his harness and leaned forward, biting at his lips. He arched and pushed against her weight. The draft horses heaved against each other and drove their forms into each other.

Avery heaved upwards. Bella squealed, the doe rocked back in the desk chair. Her legs pressed tight to her own chest. She leaned towards him and tried to kiss the stallion as he hammered her pussy. Fucking her every bit as hard as he had Maria. She grabbed at his harness and neck. Chanting, "More, more!" even as the chair popped and creaked, threatening to break under his feral power. Maria's fingers ran over his chest, gripped the harness, and pulled him back. Bella gave a squeal as his cock popped free. Flared tip twitching as he painted her belly and thighs. Maria grabbed his cock and pushed just his tip back into the deer, offering him a drink of ice-cold water. He gulped it down and watched as she leaned forward to give Bella a drink as well.

Their mouths met, silencing each other. Abella lay on the bed, grinding up into Maria's body. Maria jerked between stallion and doe. Her heated pussy squelched wetly around his cock. Cum leaked from her and onto the bed and doe. Neither cared as they pushed back. Bodies burning, aching, needing more. Avery was panting heavily, beyond surprised he was still going. How many times had he cum in Maria? In Bella? In general tonight. Yet here he was, bending the mare over again while he hammered her away. Ready to collapse on the bed.

Not that that would save him. His mouth met Maria's in a deep kiss. Mare and stallion groaning their pleasures. All while the too-energetic Doe buried her nose under Avery's sac. Rimming him eagerly as Maria stroked his cock. "Gods," she panted through the kiss, "How much you got left?"

"How much you want?" he growled back, barely paying attention as Abella scrambled up his body.

"All of it!" she gasped, sinking herself down onto his cock again.

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Erica drug herself into the office early. Earlier than usual, since she probably had a mountain of paperwork and emails. Each day had been nothing but nerves since the incident with Avery. She'd lost him completely around the frat house. Oh sure, she'd gone out several times looking for him. She knew how much he loved his habits and had been counting on that. Yet he'd eluded her. She'd searched the papers, the public police bookings, everything. If someone knew where Avery was, they weren't talking.

Then he'd missed his appointment. And she'd gotten a text from someone, "Not tonight. Soon."

That had been more than a little ominous. She'd immediately booked a two week vacation. Family emergency she'd said. Had to get out of town, maybe even go on the run before all this came crashing down on her.

Nothing happened. No report of a rogue stallion. Well, beyond a couple videos online and the rumors circulating one sorority. There had been a rash of copy cats after. She'd heard that the 'Stallion Challenge' was a thing now. College kids wearing just body harnesses and trying to get into clubs and the like. That had lead to a lot of arrests and the like. Yet not a peep from Avery.

Sigh.

Erica checked her phone as she waited on the elevator. Two weeks vacation had become three. Just for safety. Sure, she could just abandon everything. Her practice, her life, money, everything. Then what? Start anew? She was too old for that. So reluctantly, she'd ventured home. No police were waiting on her. No more ominous texts. There weren't any mobs threatening to cancel her. No lawsuits from a lawyer. In fact, the only email she'd gotten from any lawyer was a simple one from Nyala's throwaway account. A positive pregnancy test and promise of the second half of her payments. Then a request to be put in touch with 'that lovely stud' she'd provided.

Sigh...

Her office waited for her, just as she'd left it. Door locked tight, lights off, and mail neatly sorted by her secretary. She picked up the stack and fished out her keys. Juggling mail, coffee, and keys, she somehow got the door open without spilling anything. She flicked on the lights and sorted her mail on the way to her desk.

"Doctor Salazar." Click.

She froze, a step away from her desk. Erica turned slowly and looked, "Avery, how did you get in here?"

The stallion was in his favorite chair, looking at her with an unreadable expression. Which was impressive, not only was she good at reading people, but he'd nearly been an open book the entire time she knew him. "What? No, 'You missed your appointments, Avery?' 'Where have you been, Avery?' or even a 'Sorry about hypnotizing you?"

She winced, started to say something, but he snorted. "Doesn't matter. I know all about it." The stallion stretched and groaned, "As for how I got in here, Desdemona knows how to pick locks. You've met her. Iguana girl, gets sewn into her clothes when she goes clubbing. She's annoyed you didn't give me her number. More than happy to spread a little anarchy by letting me in. I didn't ask how she knows how to pick locks or disable alarms. We did have sex over there..." he pointed to the chairs, "and there," the wall.

He stood slowly and walked towards the vinyls. Sorting through them with a little hum. "Then there's Julie and Harold, lovely couple. Never would've figured them for swingers, but," he chuckled, "Julie works with security software. Who knew? She found out your password pretty easy. Had her there in your chair. Don't worry, I didn't look at anyone else's records, just mine."

This was going all kinds of wrong. Erica could feel herself spiraling. This was far worse than she'd imagined. A lawsuit? Sure she had a lawyer on retainer for that. Bad PR? She could move and try to rebuild. Avery's casual tone? Somehow this felt so much worse. "So what do you want?"

He held up three fingers. "First, tell me all about the hypnotic suggestions you put on me. Don't try to put me under either." He nodded and a door opened. The door to her private security room. A large mare stepped out with a smile. Behind her, a smaller doe and a familiar iguana. "My herd is going to keep an eye on that, just in case."

Erica looked over the others. The doe cracked a wide smile and licked her lips. The mare snorted quietly and idly stroked her own stomach in thought. Blushing at being called part of his herd.

"Secondly, I know Nyala paid you for what I did. Don't deny it, she and I already had a talk about it. At her place."

"Yeah, he got back real_late," the doe chimed up. "Just reeked of the cxiesulino." The mare gave her shoulder a swat and made a face, "What? Can't call her that cause she's the one that paid for it? Hey, think she'd be interested in the videos we found, by the by?" Tongue stud clicked off teeth, "They were extra _volupta."

This was just getting worse and worse. Erica wanted to slump in her chair and break out the bourbon she kept in a desk drawer. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose. Now she noticed the scent of cleaners in her office. Clearly killing off the other scents that had have been left here. "And three?"

Avery smirked and stood up. He unbuttoned his shirt. "We got in touch with Iris. She's coming in late today." He pulled his shirt off to reveal a harness. "I think I've made great strides with my issues. Especially with integrating Talon into my... what's it called? Prime personality? Why don't I show you my progress, Doc?"