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Tsssss! Water cascaded from the shower head, splashing against the sleek white marble floor, then quaffed down drains gullet to who knows where. A hand tentatively reached inwards beneath the spray, testing the waters warmth before withdrawing, slim fingers and shaking off the excess saturation. Tugging at the silken sash of the lavender robe its wearer resumed to doff the only garment adorning her frame. A quick glance in the mirror revealed the six-foot-shy zebra mare's voluptuous figure, a gleaming white coat lashed and entwined with raven black stripes accentuating her... exotic nature. Xanthous eyes flashed across the reflected manifestation of her alluring form, the object of any man's desires, even a woman's when it suited her.

Now, Samantha wasn't one to be conceited or vainglorious, her nature much sweeter to those she knew more personally. Yet knowing that she had a figure that would catch the eye of any male she did enjoy vaunting herself in a special way. This did not mean she was just another harlot, despite her veracious appetite for sex she wouldn't stand for being called a slut. Still, it was an undeniable indulgence to tease, her weakness, that had earned her a black mark in many a persons book.

Sam would admit it was difficult to explain her subtle need to drive men to the brink of their sanity, to watch them writhe in adoring disgust of her. But she fulfilled her cruel and sadistic reputation leaving males making a mess of themselves. Leading them on until their lust for her was raging, heightening the tension between them to the point they believed their desire was all but consummated.

Then.

Just like that, she was gone.

Stepping beneath the pour, hot water caressed her form as her thoughts drifted to her most favoured encounters. Vivid images flashed as she rubbed her neck, a soft murmur passing her lips as she was taunted by the trickles of water racing across her body. The memory of a stallion taking her in that very stall surfaced in the fore front of her mind. Squeezing her nipple just as he had done, she began to replicate every touch from memory. The way his hand slid down her stomach, clipping her clitoris between his fingers, clasped by his rolling knuckles. It had been her greatest ruse, teasing the fellow equine, leaving him wanton after several months of tortuos play. It had happened so fast, her compromise, never quite recall the very moment she let down her guard, allowing him to pleasure himself with her body. Still, she could not complain for he easily proved the best of lovers, and left her awe when the deed was done.

A hand braced against the wall just as she had done many months before, recalling the weight of his slobbering cock as it drooled pre all across her back side. The feeling of the head pressed beneath her tail, dragging down the crevice until it was caught by her clitoral hood the very way her fingers emulated,stretching the lips of her labia...

What am I doing She thought, eyes flinging open. Gulping she found that her mouth was dry, body quivering as turned her back to the wall. Splaying a hand over her chest she felt rapid cadence of her heartbeat, thrumming against her palm in her excitement.

It wasn't that she didn't want to satisfy the heat stemming between her legs, but she had a date. This frustrated her even more, the tickling of water trailing across her sensitive folds amplified her livid imaginations play against her. Rather hot-and-bothered Samantha attended to her fur and mane attempting to wash away the lingering nostalgia. It was certainly the most inopportune moment to become so flustered expecting her date to arrive any minute.

Hopping out of the shower she dashed into her bedroom and began flitting through her wardrobe to find the perfect raiment. It was an easy choice when she lifted the lavender dress that would hug her form, and brandish her markings through the thin material with seductive enticement.

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzzt!

Lifting her phone off of the nightstand a smirk crossed her lips, crossing the room to peek out the tall windows spotting her nights entertainer. Parking his car he was distracted enough to miss the unclothed equine looking out though her presence would've been easily missed in the dimly lit room. As he made his way up the walk, she flipped the light switch bathing her in light that poured out through the glass wall. From her peripheral she spotted the handsome wolf that approached stop dead in his tracks, eyes transfixed to her naked silhouette. Turning her gaze towards the wolf encouraged him step behind a bush, peering up at her as she moved about without concern.

Primping herself in the mirror she acted oblivious to his presence, stretching and posing seductively as if for her own amusement. Slipping on a pair of black hoof slips, Sam leaned against the window in full presentation to her suitor, bending over to adjust her footwear and weave intricate laces that clasped to a band around her thigh. A fleeting glance revealed that her show had its intended effect, the wolf was tugging at his pants behind the bush in attempt to hide what must have been quite the arousal to cause hI'm that much trouble.

Taking the moment she quickly pulled the dress over her head, grasping her curves in perfect fit. The skirt fell around her calves to, a slit cutting over her thigh on side. Across her bust the material ruffled and bunched, preserving her modesty while woven elastic lifted her breasts up. Tucking a few essentials into her purse she took one last glance in the mirror before making her way outside.

As she locked the door, she noticed the male still fussing over his erection. She nickered lightly, closing in, "Enjoy the view?" Her sweet voice sang out.

A horrified look crossed his muzzle as he met Samantha's gaze, hands vainly trying to brush the prominent bulge to the side, "My pants they... well the uh clasp... broke and I..." He stammered under her firm and unwavering stare.

A smirk splayed over her muzzle, expelling a soft chuckle she she pressed her lips to his silencing his feeble excuses. A hand slid over his groin, gripping his member through the material, applying a firm squeeze, "I think I've found my answer," she murred. With a light nicker she patted the bulge and guided him back to the path. "So where are you taking me," she queried, slipping an arm through his, clinging to him tightly.

A relieved sigh was followed by a chuckle before he replied with a charming voice, "Well... I was thinking we could start with..."

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A movie. It was an elementary idea to be sure, but not one the equine rejected, especially when they arrived at the best theater in town. Alot of buzz surrounded the place because of its recent renovations that proved to be worth all the hype. Entering the auditorium, snacks in hand, they were both enamored with the plush recliners that allowed them to lie on their backs. This amused them as the steady barrage of aimless advertisements played, toa which they payed little mind. Surveying the isles in front of them they found themselves alone, save for a lone cougar in the front row who seemed to be asleep He shifted every so often but remained quite ignorant of the two several rows behind them.

As Sam prodded the wolf with a number of polite questions her hands toyed with the arm rest between them and quickly discovered that it flipped back. Setting their drinks in the arm across from him she sidled closer to his frame, slipping her arms around his middle. A heavy pressure settled across her shoulders as his arm was wrapped around her demonstrating the density of his musculature. Fingers lightly explored his abdomen and chest and she found his form well tended, appreciating the effort to care for his physique.

They sat and chatted comfortably for several minutes, before sound filled the room, and the lights dimmed. Opening trailers started after a comical snippet of a fox being booted by his own seat for answering his phone, reminding her to silence her own while it played. The first few trailers were rather standard B-Rate action films that didn't distract the two from their conversation, quite lost in their own revelry. The screen suddenly faded to black as another preview began to play drawing the mares eyes forward.

Samantha groaned as she saw it was for a film that had tormented her for some time, always opening with the same sequence shots. Many displaying a well built stallion whom she could only admire through the lense that captured his desirable form. Naturally her thoughts were led astray, pulling them away from the conversation with the wolf, that clasped those that had tantilized her while showering returning to her dismay. Closing her legs together she attempted to supress the seeping arousal but her efforts were easily realized to be a vain attempt. She flushed for a moment and did the next best thing, lost in the moment, tugging one of the wolfs paws, guiding it under the hem of her dress. "Don't ask, just react," she scolded his dumfounded expression instinctively tugging against her grasp.

It didn't surprise her when his fingers scratched at her groin searching for the hem of an undergarment, but she wore none and with a little help his fingers quickly found their mark. The rough pads of his fingers scuffed along the lips of her sex, eliciting a sharp gasp that parted her lips, eyes fluttering in concupiscent discord. Slipping beneath his jeans her hands found the head of his shaft, pushing away the foreskin to squeeze the head between her forefinger and thumb. This was all the invitation he needed to push his fingers between the burning lips of her labia with an audible slurch! Gods she was wet, her ambrosia matting the fingers that delved inside of her sex, her muscles clenching against the invaders. The zebras fingers curled tightly around his shaft, kneading the thick organ to full arousal. Pulling her close the wolf slid his fingers deeper, parting and curling as they resisted the pressure of her walls.

"Mmmf!"

Sam she held back a moan at the ministrations, not wanting to alert the cougar of their actions. Fortunately the boisterous music flooding the room drowned out any sounds they made. Unzipping Mark's jeans she pulled him free and began stroking his cock between their hot bodies. His shaft was impressive in length and girth and she could feel the sheer lust pulsing in her hand. Another trailer began to play, but they were engrossed in their own indecent depravity. Sam was rocking her hips on Marks fingers, his own thrust his length into her hand, as the other coddled his full balls. They were so close now, Samantha's own bath of sensations peaking. She felt his sac tense and draw up to his loins as they came so close to release, before suddenly...

Clunk!

The doors behind them swung open, the chatter of boisterous teens reaching their ears. In the front of the auditorium a throaty cough echoed sharply. Sam and Mark had already pulled apart, hurriedly tending to their indecencies before the group of teens had a chance to settled in the seats before them. Mark suckled on his fingers with a relieved smirk causing Samantha to nicker, lapping up a strand of his pre draping across her fingers.

They exchanged smiles as they cuddled up yet once more, sharing a brief kiss before turning back to the screen. Samantha quickly glanced back to the cougar who was no longer alone, a rather short fox peeking over his seat auspiciously. Before he turned away she swore that she saw a watery glint of light glance from the bridge of his snout forcing her to laugh softly at the implication. Tightening her grip on the wolfs arm she noted her suspicions, both sharing a unrestrained fit of laughter, quickly earning disapproving sneers from the teens around them.

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A terrible let down, not only were they denied the opportunity to besmirch the theater in their lusted moment, but the movie was horrendous. The actors played their parts, some quite well, but in the end the plot was a terrible cut and paste series of knock-knock jokes with too much pomp and exaggeration. Mark attempted to apologize for the wasted time but Sam wouldn't have any of it.

Both agreed that dinner might set their disappointments aside, and before long Samantha found herself in the booth of a prestigious Italian restaurant that she had visited before and commended Mark's tastes. While they had been seated across from each other the crescent bench allowed them to slide closer, Sam leaning against the lupine quite comfortably as they waited.

Service was friendly, prompt, and very professional and made for a rather pleasant experience. Samantha was able to learn more about her new companion with only a few direct questions and he seemed quite honest. A medical student thriving off of a trust fund with a promising future. He wasn't a bad choice as a mate, but she knew that wasn't what he looking for as they chatted, and neither was she for that matter. He was nice enough she supposed, respectable even and she'd wish him well in his private endeavours but she didn't think there would be a second date. Of course that didn't mean she couldn't have some fun, finding the perfect moment to do so when they became the only ones to remain in their section.

Taking a quick glance around Samantha smirked as the waiter disappeared beyond a corner look back to the wolf with a devious gaze. Slipping a hand to his waistline her fingers quickly worked to unfasten his pants. "So..." she started flatly, kissing underneath his jaw. "I hope you enjoy the risk of being caught. You must be terribly blue balled from before," Her lips were just beside his ear, breathing hotly against his neck as she spoke. A hand fingered through the slit of her dress supplied the answer but she quickly pulled his searching digits away. "One of has to look like were sitting natural," she cautioned, receiving no complaint from the wolf.

Nodding Mark drapedhis arm over the zebras shoulders as she rested her head on his chest, peering around before she tugged the wolfs phallus free of his boxers, giving his sac a fleeting squeeze. Her hand eagerly stroked his member to arousal, making sure he was nice and hard before moving faster upon his length.

Mark grunted, shifting uncomfortably beside her with a displeasured look upon his muzzle, pleading eyes caught Samantha's gaze. Giving his engorged member a furtive glance she looked back at the wolf questioningly as he presented an odd expression, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Sam responded with flattened ears confused, Mark quick to follow with a flourish of his hands, pushing a carafe of olive oil towards her. Making a O with her lips she quickly realized that her zealous and rather austere attentions in the theater had left his shaft chaffed. A longer glance beneath the table revealed that his tanned cock was slightly reddened, the skin ashened from the friction his phallus had endured.

Nickering softly she took the ornate carafe and drizzled some of the oil over her palm. Lathering his shaft with the improvised lubrication she returned to stroking his shaft from base to crown. The wolfs eyes fluttered as Samantha toyed with his sex, rolling her knuckles over the head, inadvertently causing his posture to slump, consumed with bliss. As hot as it was to see the male nearly lose himself in his throws of ecstasy, she dug her fingers against his side forcing him to snap from his daze in alarm.

"You'll give us away," she admonished, smirking slightly. Mark flashed an apologetic smile at her, straightening up in the seat with a soft sigh as she squeezed the head of his cock. Leaning up she kissed his cheek, a soft murr lost from her lips as she felt the power in that organ.

Marks lust pulsed in the mares hand with magnified intensity, his legs quivering as he practically begged for release. Sliding down a bit his legs partes, pushing against her own as he prepared to spew his orgasm against the tables underside. Balls tensing the wolf expelled a weighty huff that was anything but casual, fighting back the urge to groan aloud. He was so close, Sam could feel it as her hand struck his groin, rising to his crown before descending again every inch of him pulsating with his arousal l. A hand clasped her thigh, the wolfs hips rising up as he neared the zenith of his climax...

Snick, snick, snick, the sound of claws against tile preceding an approaching fur.

Not again! Samantha growled in her mind had to forcing herself to abandon her efforts and tuck his member beneath his boxers. Blindly fumbling with his pants as the footsteps drew closer she found the attempt vain and for once wished he had been smaller. Flushing as they were approached by a tall feline they were met with the stern, hardened eyes of a male Sabertooth. They were caught, or so she thought before the feline smiled lightly looking between them, "I hope I'm not a bother, I am the owner and just wanted to make sure our service, and the meal was to your satisfaction."

They both nodded, Mark tempting a small smile, his arousal still erected proud and strong beneath the table as Sam's hand brushed against it, "It was... very good." He said simply, eyes flashing as he added, "I honestly don't know how to describe what a... sensational experience it's been." The Sabertooth grinned at the compliment his arms folding behind his back, courteously bowing.

"I am pleased to, and thank you both for your patronage. And, if there is anything else I can do for you please let me know. Your server has been excused for the evening, but if there are any final requests I'll be here. If you'll pardon me I must attend to some other business, closing up an all, but stay as long as you'd like."

The two nodded as Mark spoke up again, "Thank you, we won't be long, we were just... finishing up when you came by."

"Ah, I see, I hope you have yourselves a grand evening, and I hope you will come again," the Sabertooth said turning after a fleeting smile.

"Thank you, Mr. ...?" Samantha spoke up.

Looking back the feline grasped her articulation, "Just Myre." Thick wrinkles creased his nose as he sniffed slightly. He turned back as if to say something else, but with a contorted expression he seemed to shake his head at a thought, padding away briskly.

Looking at each other the wolf and zebra laughed, and sighed with relief, sharing a quick kiss.

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"This is it for me," Samantha breathed softly to the male as he pulled his key free from the lock of his front door. He turned with a dismantled expression, disheartened as she overturned an earlier proposal to accompany him for the night.

"I thought... Well... Okay, I'll take you home," he mumbled fishing for his keys. She stayed his hand pulling his arms around her waist then embracing him, planting a sweet kiss on his chest.

"You're sweet, but I'll be a big girl and find my own way, okay?" Rising onto the tips of her hooves Sam kisses him tenderly, "Thanks for the night out, I had fun." One more quick peck on his cheek and she was gone from his grasp, striding down the street with a gaited walk. A soft nicker echoed down the quiet street when she heard the door closed behind the wolf with a thud. Opening her hand before her she revealed the lupines keys, pick-pocketing them during their final embrace. Doubling back to his car, Samantha herself comfortable in the back seat as she peered up at the windows of the bricked town home. She watched as lights flicked on, shadows painted across the drapes, the wolf's silhouette painting itself through the pane of glass.

It didn't take long for him to settle in, lights extinguishing after a few short minutes. Smirking she waited awhile longer before slipping out of the sedan, and making her way into the house without a sound. Her steps were silenced by the padded slip beneath her hooves as she climbed the stair case. Fingers gently tugged at her dress, past her swaying hips and allowed to cascade off of her form, pooling at her feet. Stepping out of the fallen fabric she rose to the landing wearing only the criss-crossed lace, her form moving with elegance, a mere shadow in the dark.

A firm warmth connected with her side, before receding with a few hoof-falls. a clatter and flicker of light followed a moment later as the Mare was illuminated. Looking into a small bathroom her eyes were met by a bewildered shetland pony, another equine that barely matched her in stature. His mouth was open as if to berate the would be intruder, but eyes always betrayed a males true attentions as his wandered over her figure.

Closing the distance between them, Samantha used a finger to lift the stallions gaze, propping his chin level with hers. Giving a slight nod to door at end of the room she smiled, "Mark..."

Nodding furiously the stallion made to take his leave and sidle past, but one of Sam's hands quickly slipped the waist band if his boxers down, hooking them beneath a pair of healthy, weighted orbs, "My..." she exclaimed tentatively, taking the stallions stiffening length into her grasp. "Big things do come in small packages after all..." Her eyes grazed his, a small smirk furling her lips, "Trying to take care of this all by yourself? You really should learn how to treat a girl."

"B...b...but you're here to see Mark, so, I...I just thought, we...well, I should lea-"

"Leave? No," tugging his length like a leash, Sam led him to the end of the hall, "It's more fun with three." Casting the pony a wink she pushed through the door and into the darkened room.

"God dammit you blasted pony, I told you, knock!"

Even in the darkness the bed was easy enough to find, the mare releasing the stallions shaft to crawl up to the silhouetted wolf, her legs straddling his waist, "What's wrong puppy?" she murmured attempting so sound rueful and hurt "You were so eager for me before..."

Light bathed the room, as the lupine was found looking up at her, hand clasped to the lamp chain. Pressed between them Marks proud member throbbed against her abdomen, coated with lotion and the froth of vigorous titillation. Samantha's hips slipped forward, sliding the lips of her nethers along his length, increasing the sheen of his flesh with her ambrosia. Looking back she signaled the pony with the flick of her tail, exposing her rump to his entranced stare.

It took only a moment for the pony to crawl behind her, planting his hands firmly upon her hips where he felt his fingers roughly grope her flesh, parting the meaty cheeks to give his thick member access to her flinching pucker.

Samantha noticed the pairs gazes meet around her not quite sure what to do with the female between them. Smirking as they attempted to course a plan of action, neither anticipated what she did next. Her hands playfully caressed the back of her fellow equines thighs, but suddenly gripping them tightly she flipped the male onto his back which forced a sharp whinny from his lungs. Her command surprised them as she took control of his stance, pulling the pony closer to his roommate until their pillars met, bobbing beneath her and colliding with dull lewd thumps. Nickering softly Samantha looked between them, "Well you two keep deciding on what you want to do. Just don't take it to hard if I go first."

With that remark Sam alligned the two organs until each pressed against an entrances. Raising her her hips she smiled once more, before allowing gravity to take its toll and force her weight upon the throbbing shafts crying out, "Ahh!"

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Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzzzt!

"Wh-W-What?" Sam blinked, unlidding her eyes to the painful stare of light above her.

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzzzt!

Blinking she peered around bewildered, she was in her... room? Dressed as she remembered doing so before, but her bed was not the last one she remembered being in.

Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzzzt!

Finally attending to the phone, incessantly rattling on her night stand she answered, "He-Hello."

"Hey, finally! It's Mark, I'm sorry I'm late. You still up for our date?"

...

Fin