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", "writing": "[URL=https://inkbunny.net/s/1919278]Cover art[/URL] by [URL=https://inkbunny.net/Clara]Clara[/URL] (As a commission for [URL=https://inkbunny.net/Polymorph]Polymorph[/URL]). Used with permission.\n\t \t \t \t\nBrad grinned to himself as he drove toward his girlfriend’s house. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, even though he couldn’t quite take credit for the choice. He’d had no idea what an amazing vixen she was when he’d first asked her out.\n\nAs a big Cleveland Bay warmblood stallion, he’d always excelled in sports – he was one of the best running backs in school history, renowned for his speed and his jumps. He’d always been popular with girls, too. And he’d taken full advantage of it. At some point, he must have been with at least half the girls in the small school. Honestly, it ended up getting tiresome after a while. All the drama, all the half-assed professions of undying love, and all the constant pressure to make a performance out of it, and the endless competitiveness. After a while, it had lost its luster, which is why he’d gone a different direction, seeking out a quiet girl with low expectations – someone he could just be himself and [I]relax[/I] with.\n\nAnd that was what had led him to Margaux. She was a blonde-yellow fox who could probably have held her own competing with the beauty queen popular girls ... except that she always hid her looks behind frumpy hairstyles, big glasses, and formless sweaters. He’d first met her in the school library – of course – where she’d helped him with one of the more difficult research projects of his junior year. She’d been a [I]huge[/I] help. Honestly, she was way smarter than he’d ever be. It had been just as he was first coming to his realizations about what he wanted in a true long-term girlfriend ... and he’d simply fallen for her there on the spot. For the first time in his life, it wasn’t just about making someone jealous, whether other guys would be impressed, or even how hot she was. He felt things for her... Well, he wasn’t quite ready to call it the L-word yet, but he was dangerously close.\n\nShe hadn’t made it easy for him, either. Unlike most girls he’d been with, Margaux wasn’t ready to just throw herself at the big muscly stallion who deigned to notice her. They’d been on five ‘dates’ before she so much as gave him a single kiss.\n\nThe [I]sixth[/I] date, though... Wow. [I]That[/I] was when she’d finally opened up to him – figuratively [I]and[/I] literally – and he’d learned so much about her that day, things he’d never suspected before ... and things that ended up making him feel even more strongly that she was the one he wanted to be with forever. His friends on the team, of course, thought he was an idiot for passing up all the girls he [I]could[/I] be fooling around with for measly old Margaux, but they didn’t know her little secret. Now that Brad knew, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. She was the perfect combination of quiet and easy to be with in public, and in private...\n\nOh! There was her house now! He hit the gas, eager to get there just a moment faster, even though he knew it wouldn’t really make any difference. Because, after all, today was a special day. The longer he’d been with her, the more he’d come to anticipate – and go head over heels for – little texts like ‘Mom & Dad gone. Come over?’\n\nShe must have seen him pulling into the driveway, because she opened the door before he even got there. Her maroon sweater was much too big for her, coming down nearly halfway to her knees at the bottom ... it made him wonder whether she had anything on underneath it at all, besides the long socks that came almost all the way up to the hem of the sweater. The only other thing he could be sure she was wearing was a tight black choker necklace with a little rosebud emblem on the front. [I]That[/I] was a good sign, he knew.\n\nDespite the implications of that choker, though, she didn’t let on in the slightest that she had anything planned besides just a polite little hangout. “Hi, Brad,” she said, smiling sweetly. You want to come inside? I made some fresh lemonade.\n\n“I’d, uh, love to.” Somehow, despite all his past experience, Margaux always got to him. He couldn’t help but feel like a flustered virgin around her sometimes. Just one of the many ways she was special.\n\n“Well come on,” she said softly, “don’t just stand on the doorstep all day.”\n\nWhen he hurried to follow her inside, she led him to the kitchen, her fluffy yellow tail wagging in front of him the whole way.\n\nShe actually [I]did[/I] have a pitcher of lemonade sitting on the kitchen counter. Not that either of them spent any time worrying about it. Before Brad could ask – or say anything at all for that matter – Margaux ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.\n\n“Babe, are you—?”\n\nShe kissed him – deeply, but still soft and tender. Her body melted against him, and he quickly gave in. It was so [I]nice[/I] to kiss Margaux like this. With her, it wasn’t as if it was a struggle, or a competition, or a performance put on for others to watch. He could just enjoy her, as she enjoyed him. It was ... perfect.\n\nWhen she separated from the kiss, though, she looked up at him with that devious little spark in her eyes, and he knew just what that meant. She came a little closer and whispered in his ear, even as she slipped a hand between the two of them and rubbed his crotch. “Mom and Dad aren’t home...”\n\n“Yeah, um, that’s why I came so fast.” Brad could feel her waking up inside. It was hard to put his finger on ... figuratively. But he [I]could[/I] feel it where he touched her. Maybe it was the slight tension in her arms, or the way her fur stood up, or just a slight increase in the warmth coming off of her. He knew what it meant, though, and he was [I]definitely[/I] not going to worry about getting any of that lemonade. He gulped, feeling inexplicably nervous, even though this was nothing he hadn’t done before. “Do you, um... Do you want to go upstairs?”\n\nMargaux shook her head no, and for a moment he was confused. Had he misread her? Would the abrupt suggestion offend her? What had he done wrong?\n\nHe should have known better. Margaux didn’t play those kinds of games. She suddenly dropped to her knees right in front of him, and she’d gotten his pants unzipped before he even realized what was going on. Right there in the middle of the kitchen, she yanked his boxers down and let his emerging cock flop out over her foxy muzzle, steaming her glasses a little.\n\n“Margaux?” he said, his voice cracking.\n\nShe just looked up at him with a grin and licked her lips. Yep. He knew what he was in for now – when she got like this, there was only one way things could possibly go.\n\nAnd he [I]loved[/I] that about her. He gave in easily, letting his eyes close and his head tilt back as he felt Margaux’s big flat tongue slide over the side of his shaft.\n\nMargaux went into an absolute [I]frenzy[/I] down there, slathering her adoration on every last speck of his cock and balls. She rubbed her face all up and down his length as he hardened and emerged the rest of the way out of his sheath. Her hands touched everywhere she might be missing at the moment, stroking up and down his shaft, cradling and massaging his balls, cupping his tip as she wrapped her tongue around his sheath. There was nowhere her lips and tongue didn’t touch, quickly smearing him with a nice sheen of slickness that made everything feel even better. And all the while, she moaned and gasped as if she was in absolute ecstasy. Maybe she was.\n\n“Oh yiff,” he said as she took his tip in her mouth and started bobbing her head. “Do you... Do you want to go up to your room?”\n\n“Mmm-mm.” Margaux shook her head a little, even with his big cock still filling her mouth. She had to pull it out to say the next part, though: “Fuck me on the table!”\n\nWell, okay. One simply didn’t turn down an invitation like [I]that[/I]. He bent down, picking her up by lifting under her arms, and as soon as her face was level with his, he kissed her.\n\nOr ... he tried to. She brought her hand up and pressed a finger to his lips before he could.\n\n“No, not like that,” she said, looking into his eyes intensely. “Not gentle. Not making love. Fuck me like you mean it.”\n\nAlright, that settled things – it was [I]on[/I]. Without warning, he turned and [I]shoved [/I]Margaux toward the kitchen table. She squealed excitedly as she lost her balance and fell onto the tabletop, narrowly avoiding the glass vase in the middle of it. When she looked into his eyes again, she licked her lips and grinned.\n\nMoving fast now, Brad rushed up to her, grabbing both of her legs before she could let them flop down over the edge of the table. He reached down to pull her panties aside ... and felt only the softness of her pussy lips. The [I]wet[/I] softness.\n\nHe looked down. Yes. She hadn’t been wearing [I]anything[/I] underneath that sweater of hers. Margaux must have been planning for this since before she even sent that text.\n\nAs if to confirm that, she lifted her sweater up – [I]all[/I] the way up. There was no shirt or bra underneath, either. Margaux’s breasts sure weren’t the biggest he’d ever laid eyes on, but they were big enough to be a nice handful each, and they were [I]so[/I] round and perky! With his left hand, he reached out to grab one, reveling in the familiar and yet endlessly pleasurable softness. With his other hand, he grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his length down against her belly.\n\nShe gave a little ‘unh!’ sound as the weight of his cock landed on her. It came up [I]well[/I] above her belly button. But there wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation in her eyes. “I want you to [I]break[/I] me,” she said, her chest heaving.\n\nDamn... Even when he knew it was coming, it still shocked him to hear words like that in her soft, demure little voice.\n\nHe wouldn't let her down, though. Not ever. He lov— No, he [I]liked[/I] her too much for that. Starting to feel a bit of her burning need himself, he drew his cock backward, sliding it down her body, letting the spit-slick length of it glide over her clit and just a [I]bit[/I] of her pussy lips. Margaux helped, too, lifting herself up and hooking her knees over his shoulders. He could feel her fluffy tail twitching down between his legs.\n\nOnce he’d finally pulled back enough to slide his tip down onto her pussy lips, he didn’t hesitate even for a moment. He knew by now what she wanted. With one absolutely [I]brutal[/I] thrust, he crammed his oversized cock straight into her pussy.\n\n“[I]YES![/I]” Margaux screamed as her belly bulged, as his cock filled her to the brim.\n\nHe’d already hit her innermost barrier, even with almost a third of his cock still outside her pussy. Her petite body had simply never been meant to hold a cock that size. She took it like an absolute [I]champ[/I], though, squirming against the tabletop even as his tip knocked against the entrance to her womb.\n\nAfter giving her only a [I]slight[/I] moment to adjust, he started pounding into her mercilessly. Each push he gave squeezed a little yelp out of her as he bottomed out, pushing to the point where even the tip of his cock felt a little sore. He couldn’t imagine how [I]she[/I] must have been feeling. But her legs pulled him closer and closer, as if she was begging him for more. He gave her everything he had, breathing hard from the effort. Even with how in-shape and athletic he was, keeping up with Margaux’s desires could be difficult.\n\nMargaux’s cries grew louder and shriller as he kept slamming his cock into her. Whether in pleasure or in pain ... who knew? He suspected even Margaux herself couldn’t tell the difference at this point.\n\nHe’d been holding the side of her body with one hand while the other squeezed her breast, but as things heated up, he leaned in closer and moved both hands up to grab her tits ... [I]hard[/I]. Margaux [I]screamed [/I]as he squeezed her soft mounds, as he pushed and rubbed them under his hands, as he pinched her nipples as hard as he could.\n\nHer pussy squeezed tightly around him. She was always a tight fit for his girth, but the more excited she became, the tighter she got. Margaux might have been dancing on some line between pleasure and pain, but for Brad, it was [I]all[/I] pleasure. There was just nothing like being able to fuck her tight pussy with utter abandon. He’d been with mares before, and a few other girls who were big enough for him to fuck them freely without hurting them, but they hadn’t been so tight and heavenly-feeling against his shaft. He’d been with girls as tight before, too, but with them, he’d always had to be slow, careful, and gentle to avoid hurting them. But Margaux... Wow. When he started going out with her, he’d thought he’d been settling for less just so he could avoid all the drama and stress ... but being with her was actually one of the most pleasurable experiences he’d [I]ever[/I] had.\n\nOf course, she seemed to be having a pretty good time, too. Her hands clenched against the edge of the table, holding her closer to him, preventing him from pushing her across the table with his thrusts. Her back arched, stretching out her lithe belly even more, making it even more clear where the tip of his cock was as it bulged inside her. “Harder!” she yelled. “[I]Harder![/I]”\n\nDigging into the last reserves of strength he had, Brad worked to give her what she wanted. He put [I]everything[/I] into each and every thrust, ramming his cock inside her as hard as he could. He knew it wouldn’t be long now, so he gave it everything he had. Soon, it wouldn’t matter if he was a little tired. Soon, she’d have what she was straining toward so insistently.\n\nUnder the relentless battering, the table began to rock back and forth. The vase in the middle tipped, cracked, and spilled.\n\n“Don’t worry,” Margaux said between panted breaths, “I’ll tell Mom that... that... [I]Mmmn![/I]”\n\nThere was no time for her to elaborate on the lie she was making up. Orgasm took her, thrashing her body nearly as hard as he was. Her pale yellow belly heaved with uncontrollable contractions, and she stopped breathing entirely. Her scream came out only as a little choke, her trembling body too far gone to actually make any sound. Her pussy squeezed so tightly against him that he couldn’t move inside her. Any effort to do so would only have pulled and pushed her whole body across the table. Not that he could move much, anyway. Her clenching legs held him firmly against her body, making absolute certain that his big cock stretched her as much as possible as she lost control and squirted onto the front of his pants.\n\nIt was a long time before she relaxed. He envied her that – her climaxes seemed to just go on and on sometimes. He could barely imagine what it must be like to be in an orgasmic haze for that long.\n\nEventually, though, it did end. She collapsed flat against the table, her chest heaving with long-delayed breaths. One of her legs fell off of his shoulder, while the other remained in place, leaving her a little bit askew. Her pussy still pulsed and throbbed around his cock, now releasing him enough that he could move a little ... though he refrained from doing so. He knew she’d be over-sensitized at the moment, and that trying to move his cock inside her would only make her twitch. Instead, he entertained himself by running his hands up and down her lovely little body, admiring her shuddering curves as she slowly recovered.\n\nThe first word out of her mouth as she caught her breath was exactly the kind of thing that was really making him fall for her: “More!”\n\nAfter being with her a while, he knew exactly what she meant, knew exactly what she was asking for. And he knew that she wouldn’t want him to waste any time doing it. He [I]yanked[/I] his cock out of her, making her gasp. And then he grabbed her legs spinning her around on the table.\n\nOne of her legs hit the vase, knocking it the rest of the way off the table, where it shattered. And her tail was left soaking in the flower water ... in addition to all of her own juices that had already dripped down onto it. None of that mattered, though. What mattered was getting Margaux into the right position: lying on the table facing him, with her head hanging off the edge.\n\nHer mouth popped open as soon as his cock came near. She knew what she wanted, and she waited for it eagerly, her tongue hanging out and her eyes closed.\n\nBrad didn’t make her wait long. He quickly lined his tip up with her open mouth and began sliding it in. [I]Not[/I] as fast as he’d shoved it in her pussy, though. He knew Margaux’s throat could take a lot, but he also knew that she [I]did[/I] still have her limits. He worked his cock into her at a much more reasonable rate this time, pausing every few moments to slide back out before going deeper. Already, her throat was beginning to bulge...\n\nThis was his favorite part. He looked down at her, licking his lips as the bulge grew in her throat. Her choker necklace strained against the fur of her neck, making a deep indentation. The thin leather creaked. He grabbed her shoulders, pushing gradually but unstoppably.\n\n[I]Snap![/I] The choker broke, sending the little rosebud emblem flying across the room. The strap flopped down onto the table under Margaux’s neck.\n\nShe made a little moaning sound, as much as she could with his cock pressing its way into her throat. But he knew what it meant. She was ready for more. He moved faster now, pushing and pushing, occasionally pulling back to give her a slight break, but quickly working his way deeper and deeper in her throat.\n\nFinally, he bottomed out, his [I]entire[/I] cock inside her. This was the only way he ever got to feel the sensation of full penetration with her, and [I]damn[/I] was it good! She was already starting to pulse around his shaft as she made little ‘gluck gluck’ noises of struggling to swallow something she couldn’t possibly swallow, and it felt just [I]amazing[/I] to have her throat clenching around him like that.\n\nNot as amazing as it would feel to [I]fuck[/I] her throat, though. And at this point, he knew she was ready for it. She’d complain about it later if he didn’t give her his best. So he would. He [I]did[/I]. He started ruthlessly thrusting into her throat, as if she was nothing but a fuckdoll for his pleasure. Margaux [I]moaned[/I] around his shaft, creating a vibration around him that only enhanced the pleasure, and as her moan waned, he heard another sound – his balls plap-plap-plapping against her face with every rough thrust.\n\nHe knew she couldn’t last long like this – she [I]did[/I] need to breathe, after all. But he could give her one more thing. That little bit extra that always pushed her over the top ... that she’d beg for if he didn’t.\n\nBrad slid his hands away from her shoulders, trusting the edge of the table to hold her head in place. For a moment, he reached out and squeezed her lovely breasts again, but only for that moment. He knew what she really wanted. For some reason, being treated roughly just [I]really[/I] drove her wild, and this was one of the things that did it for her the most. Sliding his way up toward her head, he grabbed her neck with both hands and [I]squeezed[/I].\n\nInstantly, he could tell the difference. Her throat felt [I]so[/I] tight around him this way! It affected her, too. He could feel his own grip around the middle of his length, right at the medial ring. After only a moment of that, she was coughing around his shaft, sputtering up gooey spittle around the rim of his sheath that dripped down her face and onto his balls.\n\nAfter only a few thrusts that way, though, he knew it was time to pull out – her hand was tapping desperately against his leg. It probably would have been enough to actually [I]hurt[/I] ... if he hadn’t been so distracted with other – more intense – feelings. He pulled his cock out of her mouth quickly, leaving her gasping as her own spit dripped back down onto her face.\n\n“Oh [I]yiff[/I] yes!” Margaux said, her voice a hoarse creak. Brad knew it would take a while for her usual demure whisper to return. But he’d started to really like this other voice of hers ... the voice she only ever have after her throat had been used and abused.\n\nThis time, it was Margaux herself who changed positions. She spun herself back around on the table, rolling over as she did so. The way she could be so acrobatic sometimes ... she definitely could have been a cheerleader if she’d cared to. But he knew she’d never even tried out for the team. That wasn’t what she wanted. She’d rather curl up with a good book than jump around and scream at the sidelines of a football game. She’d never even shown up to any of his games, not even as a spectator.\n\nWhat she [I]did[/I] want, though... Well, he was more than happy to give her [I]that[/I].\n\nOnce she was bent over the table in front of him, her legs hanging off and her soggy tail raised high above her back, Brad grinned. Damn she was sexy like that, looking over her shoulder at him, just over the rim of her glasses, with her sweater bunched up just under her shoulders. Margaux had a truly [I]exceptional[/I] ass. Plush and big, but not [I]too[/I] plush or [I]too[/I] big. It was [I]just[/I] right for digging his fingers into as he drew himself closer to her, as he slid his tip into her pussy again.\n\nAnd, of course, she’d never want him to hold back. He [I]slammed[/I] himself back into her, trusting to the gooey spit from her throat to ease the passage back into her pussy. It was [I]perfect[/I]. That sweet, sumptuous heat. That incredible squeezing tightness. That throaty, still-hoarse moan as he filled her once again... He was in utter bliss, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave red marks where his fingers were as he plunged into her again and again. It was never enough. He always wanted more ... and he knew [I]she[/I] always wanted more as well.\n\nThat’s why he never let up, always pushing as hard as he could into her with each thrust. Already, he could feel her getting tighter and tighter around his girth ... a sign that another orgasm wasn’t far away.\n\nHis own wasn't that far off, either. He could feel himself beginning to flare deep inside her. Mostly it was just a feeling of incredible extra tightness around his tip – there just wasn’t much room inside the tight confines of Margaux’s foxy pussy for the tip of his horsecock to flare out twice as wide as the shaft like it wanted to.\n\nThere was no way he was going to let himself blow before she got that climax she was straining for, though. And, thankfully, he knew just how to get her there. It helped to know her little cheat codes – what buttons to push to send her off the edge in a hurry.\n\nFirst, he reached forward with one hand and grabbed her hair – as much of it as he could clench within his fist – and he pulled back [I]hard[/I]. Margaux’s neck pulled toward him, and her back arched. He yanked on her hair with every thrust, using it to give him just a little bit more leverage ... and every yank earned him a little squeal of something between agony and delight from her.\n\nHe slid his other hand up across her ample ass cheek up toward her tail. Not to pull her tail. Oh no. The one time he’d tried that, she’d asked him to never do it again. Apparently, it had been too sore to sit on for a week afterward. No, he let his fingers wrap around her tail, but not his thumb. His thumb, he pressed insistently just below. Enough of Margaux’s juices had dripped down earlier to make things nice and slippery. His thumb pressed into the warm, tight confines of her asshole easily, as if it was no big deal at all.\n\nBrad knew it was a big deal for her, though. This was the utmost extent of ass play she’d ever tolerate – when she wasn’t being a wild sex fiend, she’d admit that she was utterly terrified of what a cock his size might do to her insides if he tried putting it in her ass – but [I]because[/I] it was her limit, it was [I]just[/I] enough to push her over the edge. That little bit extra she always wanted.\n\nMargaux’s second orgasm wasn’t nearly as quiet. She [I]screamed[/I] as if she wanted the neighbors to hear. Her body jerked back and forth as it spasmed around both his cock and his thumb – he could feel the rhythmic squeezing through both. Even as she came on his cock and drenched him with another dose of her juices, though, he didn’t stop thrusting.\n\nHe [I]couldn’t[/I] stop. Not when he was so close to his own climax. He could feel the pressure building, the incessant tingling. He couldn’t wait. He [I]had[/I] to have it. He had to have it [I]now![/I]\n\nAnd she knew it. Even through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she cried out, her voice low and husky from having her throat reamed: “[I]Yiff yes![/I] Breed me! Make me pregnant!”\n\nBrad knew better, though. She [I]probably[/I] wasn’t in heat ... but she wasn’t on birth control, either. And as much as she liked to play with the idea of getting pregnant, they were both still teenagers, and she’d complain to no end if he actually risked it.\n\nInstead, he used the last dregs of his willpower to force himself to pull out of her.\n\nIt was [I]barely[/I] in time. A little of his first spurt actually plastered against her asshole and his own thumb, glomming there warm and gooey as the rest of the stream shot up over her back. After that, he just let himself go, his cock throbbing over and over as he plastered the lovely curves of her back with thick gobs of cum. Some of it reached all the way up to her sweater, while the last little bit dribbled down onto her lower back just above her ass. A lot of it pooled in the supple inward curve around her spine. He easingly pulled his thumb out of her ass. That was her cue.\n\nJust as his orgasm faded, Margaux squeezed out from under him. She quickly turned and took his cock into her mouth again, sucking the last little bit of his cum directly into the back of her throat, where she swallowed it instantly.\n\nShe wasn’t about to let the rest of it go to waste, either. Stretching awkwardly, she scooped wads of cum off of her back and shoved them into her mouth, using both hands to feed herself as if she was desperate to gulp it down as fast as she possibly could. Brad could tell by the way her stomach still pulsed from time to time that she was [I]still[/I] feeling the aftershocks of her own orgasm ... but that didn’t stop her from swallowing down every drop of cum she could reach as if it was the most precious thing in the world.\n\nMeanwhile, Brad slowly recovered, catching his breath. His cock was hanging down limply, already beginning to retreat back into his sheath. He tucked what was left of it into his boxers and then zipped his pants back up. Both his boxers and pants were [I]soaked[/I], and getting worse as his wet cock smeared and drooled on them ... but that was okay. He’d just have to make a quick trip back to his car later. He hadn’t been Margaux’s boyfriend for very long before learning that it was a good idea to keep a spare change of clothes handy.\n\nAll the while, he stared at Margaux, grinning dumbly. Damn ... he never would have thought that of all the girls he’d ever been with, the quiet and shy Margaux would end up being – by far – the best lay of his life. It still amazed him each and every time.\n\nMargaux, meanwhile, had just about finished cleaning up. With one last swipe and then licking her hands clean, she stood up and pulled her sweater back into place. Suddenly, she was frumpy, quiet Margaux again ... and the wild sex fiend Margaux was nowhere to be seen.\n\nShe came up to him, reached down, and fastened the button he’d forgotten in his post-orgasmic haze. Then she [I]blushed[/I] – how could she still [I]blush[/I] after what she’d done with him – and headed over to the kitchen counter where the lemonade sat, condensation now sweating around the colt pitcher.\n\nShe poured him a glass. “You should probably drink some. My mom gets home in like forty-five minutes, and I um...” She glanced away, still blushing. “And, um, I kind of want another round before she gets here?”\n\nBrad grinned and shook his head. Wow. How lucky could he be? He did take the glass and drank deeply, though. If he was going to do [I]that[/I] again so soon, he’d better get as much hydration and blood sugar as he could! She ... she wouldn’t go so far as to dope his drink with boner pills, would she?\n\n\n\nGet many more not-yet-published stories and vote on which story gets written next on my [url=https://www.subscribestar.com/dirty-little-secret]SubscribeStar[/url]! Supporters also get to decide which story I'll write next, [i]and[/i] they get big discounts on commissions!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Cover art by Clara (As a commission for Polymorph). Used with permission.
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Brad grinned to himself as he drove toward his girlfriend’s house. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, even though he couldn’t quite take credit for the choice. He’d had no idea what an amazing vixen she was when he’d first asked her out.

As a big Cleveland Bay warmblood stallion, he’d always excelled in sports – he was one of the best running backs in school history, renowned for his speed and his jumps. He’d always been popular with girls, too. And he’d taken full advantage of it. At some point, he must have been with at least half the girls in the small school. Honestly, it ended up getting tiresome after a while. All the drama, all the half-assed professions of undying love, and all the constant pressure to make a performance out of it, and the endless competitiveness. After a while, it had lost its luster, which is why he’d gone a different direction, seeking out a quiet girl with low expectations – someone he could just be himself and relax with.

And that was what had led him to Margaux. She was a blonde-yellow fox who could probably have held her own competing with the beauty queen popular girls ... except that she always hid her looks behind frumpy hairstyles, big glasses, and formless sweaters. He’d first met her in the school library – of course – where she’d helped him with one of the more difficult research projects of his junior year. She’d been a huge help. Honestly, she was way smarter than he’d ever be. It had been just as he was first coming to his realizations about what he wanted in a true long-term girlfriend ... and he’d simply fallen for her there on the spot. For the first time in his life, it wasn’t just about making someone jealous, whether other guys would be impressed, or even how hot she was. He felt things for her... Well, he wasn’t quite ready to call it the L-word yet, but he was dangerously close.

She hadn’t made it easy for him, either. Unlike most girls he’d been with, Margaux wasn’t ready to just throw herself at the big muscly stallion who deigned to notice her. They’d been on five ‘dates’ before she so much as gave him a single kiss.

The sixth date, though... Wow. That was when she’d finally opened up to him – figuratively and literally – and he’d learned so much about her that day, things he’d never suspected before ... and things that ended up making him feel even more strongly that she was the one he wanted to be with forever. His friends on the team, of course, thought he was an idiot for passing up all the girls he could be fooling around with for measly old Margaux, but they didn’t know her little secret. Now that Brad knew, he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. She was the perfect combination of quiet and easy to be with in public, and in private...

Oh! There was her house now! He hit the gas, eager to get there just a moment faster, even though he knew it wouldn’t really make any difference. Because, after all, today was a special day. The longer he’d been with her, the more he’d come to anticipate – and go head over heels for – little texts like ‘Mom & Dad gone. Come over?’

She must have seen him pulling into the driveway, because she opened the door before he even got there. Her maroon sweater was much too big for her, coming down nearly halfway to her knees at the bottom ... it made him wonder whether she had anything on underneath it at all, besides the long socks that came almost all the way up to the hem of the sweater. The only other thing he could be sure she was wearing was a tight black choker necklace with a little rosebud emblem on the front. That was a good sign, he knew.

Despite the implications of that choker, though, she didn’t let on in the slightest that she had anything planned besides just a polite little hangout. “Hi, Brad,” she said, smiling sweetly. You want to come inside? I made some fresh lemonade.

“I’d, uh, love to.” Somehow, despite all his past experience, Margaux always got to him. He couldn’t help but feel like a flustered virgin around her sometimes. Just one of the many ways she was special.

“Well come on,” she said softly, “don’t just stand on the doorstep all day.”

When he hurried to follow her inside, she led him to the kitchen, her fluffy yellow tail wagging in front of him the whole way.

She actually did have a pitcher of lemonade sitting on the kitchen counter. Not that either of them spent any time worrying about it. Before Brad could ask – or say anything at all for that matter – Margaux ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Babe, are you—?”

She kissed him – deeply, but still soft and tender. Her body melted against him, and he quickly gave in. It was so nice to kiss Margaux like this. With her, it wasn’t as if it was a struggle, or a competition, or a performance put on for others to watch. He could just enjoy her, as she enjoyed him. It was ... perfect.

When she separated from the kiss, though, she looked up at him with that devious little spark in her eyes, and he knew just what that meant. She came a little closer and whispered in his ear, even as she slipped a hand between the two of them and rubbed his crotch. “Mom and Dad aren’t home...”

“Yeah, um, that’s why I came so fast.” Brad could feel her waking up inside. It was hard to put his finger on ... figuratively. But he could feel it where he touched her. Maybe it was the slight tension in her arms, or the way her fur stood up, or just a slight increase in the warmth coming off of her. He knew what it meant, though, and he was definitely not going to worry about getting any of that lemonade. He gulped, feeling inexplicably nervous, even though this was nothing he hadn’t done before. “Do you, um... Do you want to go upstairs?”

Margaux shook her head no, and for a moment he was confused. Had he misread her? Would the abrupt suggestion offend her? What had he done wrong?

He should have known better. Margaux didn’t play those kinds of games. She suddenly dropped to her knees right in front of him, and she’d gotten his pants unzipped before he even realized what was going on. Right there in the middle of the kitchen, she yanked his boxers down and let his emerging cock flop out over her foxy muzzle, steaming her glasses a little.

“Margaux?” he said, his voice cracking.

She just looked up at him with a grin and licked her lips. Yep. He knew what he was in for now – when she got like this, there was only one way things could possibly go.

And he loved that about her. He gave in easily, letting his eyes close and his head tilt back as he felt Margaux’s big flat tongue slide over the side of his shaft.

Margaux went into an absolute frenzy down there, slathering her adoration on every last speck of his cock and balls. She rubbed her face all up and down his length as he hardened and emerged the rest of the way out of his sheath. Her hands touched everywhere she might be missing at the moment, stroking up and down his shaft, cradling and massaging his balls, cupping his tip as she wrapped her tongue around his sheath. There was nowhere her lips and tongue didn’t touch, quickly smearing him with a nice sheen of slickness that made everything feel even better. And all the while, she moaned and gasped as if she was in absolute ecstasy. Maybe she was.

“Oh yiff,” he said as she took his tip in her mouth and started bobbing her head. “Do you... Do you want to go up to your room?”

“Mmm-mm.” Margaux shook her head a little, even with his big cock still filling her mouth. She had to pull it out to say the next part, though: “Fuck me on the table!”

Well, okay. One simply didn’t turn down an invitation like that. He bent down, picking her up by lifting under her arms, and as soon as her face was level with his, he kissed her.

Or ... he tried to. She brought her hand up and pressed a finger to his lips before he could.

“No, not like that,” she said, looking into his eyes intensely. “Not gentle. Not making love. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Alright, that settled things – it was on. Without warning, he turned and shoved Margaux toward the kitchen table. She squealed excitedly as she lost her balance and fell onto the tabletop, narrowly avoiding the glass vase in the middle of it. When she looked into his eyes again, she licked her lips and grinned.

Moving fast now, Brad rushed up to her, grabbing both of her legs before she could let them flop down over the edge of the table. He reached down to pull her panties aside ... and felt only the softness of her pussy lips. The wet softness.

He looked down. Yes. She hadn’t been wearing anything underneath that sweater of hers. Margaux must have been planning for this since before she even sent that text.

As if to confirm that, she lifted her sweater up – all the way up. There was no shirt or bra underneath, either. Margaux’s breasts sure weren’t the biggest he’d ever laid eyes on, but they were big enough to be a nice handful each, and they were so round and perky! With his left hand, he reached out to grab one, reveling in the familiar and yet endlessly pleasurable softness. With his other hand, he grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his length down against her belly.

She gave a little ‘unh!’ sound as the weight of his cock landed on her. It came up well above her belly button. But there wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation in her eyes. “I want you to break me,” she said, her chest heaving.

Damn... Even when he knew it was coming, it still shocked him to hear words like that in her soft, demure little voice.

He wouldn't let her down, though. Not ever. He lov— No, he liked her too much for that. Starting to feel a bit of her burning need himself, he drew his cock backward, sliding it down her body, letting the spit-slick length of it glide over her clit and just a bit of her pussy lips. Margaux helped, too, lifting herself up and hooking her knees over his shoulders. He could feel her fluffy tail twitching down between his legs.

Once he’d finally pulled back enough to slide his tip down onto her pussy lips, he didn’t hesitate even for a moment. He knew by now what she wanted. With one absolutely brutal thrust, he crammed his oversized cock straight into her pussy.

“YES!” Margaux screamed as her belly bulged, as his cock filled her to the brim.

He’d already hit her innermost barrier, even with almost a third of his cock still outside her pussy. Her petite body had simply never been meant to hold a cock that size. She took it like an absolute champ, though, squirming against the tabletop even as his tip knocked against the entrance to her womb.

After giving her only a slight moment to adjust, he started pounding into her mercilessly. Each push he gave squeezed a little yelp out of her as he bottomed out, pushing to the point where even the tip of his cock felt a little sore. He couldn’t imagine how she must have been feeling. But her legs pulled him closer and closer, as if she was begging him for more. He gave her everything he had, breathing hard from the effort. Even with how in-shape and athletic he was, keeping up with Margaux’s desires could be difficult.

Margaux’s cries grew louder and shriller as he kept slamming his cock into her. Whether in pleasure or in pain ... who knew? He suspected even Margaux herself couldn’t tell the difference at this point.

He’d been holding the side of her body with one hand while the other squeezed her breast, but as things heated up, he leaned in closer and moved both hands up to grab her tits ... hard. Margaux screamed as he squeezed her soft mounds, as he pushed and rubbed them under his hands, as he pinched her nipples as hard as he could.

Her pussy squeezed tightly around him. She was always a tight fit for his girth, but the more excited she became, the tighter she got. Margaux might have been dancing on some line between pleasure and pain, but for Brad, it was all pleasure. There was just nothing like being able to fuck her tight pussy with utter abandon. He’d been with mares before, and a few other girls who were big enough for him to fuck them freely without hurting them, but they hadn’t been so tight and heavenly-feeling against his shaft. He’d been with girls as tight before, too, but with them, he’d always had to be slow, careful, and gentle to avoid hurting them. But Margaux... Wow. When he started going out with her, he’d thought he’d been settling for less just so he could avoid all the drama and stress ... but being with her was actually one of the most pleasurable experiences he’d ever had.

Of course, she seemed to be having a pretty good time, too. Her hands clenched against the edge of the table, holding her closer to him, preventing him from pushing her across the table with his thrusts. Her back arched, stretching out her lithe belly even more, making it even more clear where the tip of his cock was as it bulged inside her. “Harder!” she yelled. “Harder!”

Digging into the last reserves of strength he had, Brad worked to give her what she wanted. He put everything into each and every thrust, ramming his cock inside her as hard as he could. He knew it wouldn’t be long now, so he gave it everything he had. Soon, it wouldn’t matter if he was a little tired. Soon, she’d have what she was straining toward so insistently.

Under the relentless battering, the table began to rock back and forth. The vase in the middle tipped, cracked, and spilled.

“Don’t worry,” Margaux said between panted breaths, “I’ll tell Mom that... that... Mmmn!”

There was no time for her to elaborate on the lie she was making up. Orgasm took her, thrashing her body nearly as hard as he was. Her pale yellow belly heaved with uncontrollable contractions, and she stopped breathing entirely. Her scream came out only as a little choke, her trembling body too far gone to actually make any sound. Her pussy squeezed so tightly against him that he couldn’t move inside her. Any effort to do so would only have pulled and pushed her whole body across the table. Not that he could move much, anyway. Her clenching legs held him firmly against her body, making absolute certain that his big cock stretched her as much as possible as she lost control and squirted onto the front of his pants.

It was a long time before she relaxed. He envied her that – her climaxes seemed to just go on and on sometimes. He could barely imagine what it must be like to be in an orgasmic haze for that long.

Eventually, though, it did end. She collapsed flat against the table, her chest heaving with long-delayed breaths. One of her legs fell off of his shoulder, while the other remained in place, leaving her a little bit askew. Her pussy still pulsed and throbbed around his cock, now releasing him enough that he could move a little ... though he refrained from doing so. He knew she’d be over-sensitized at the moment, and that trying to move his cock inside her would only make her twitch. Instead, he entertained himself by running his hands up and down her lovely little body, admiring her shuddering curves as she slowly recovered.

The first word out of her mouth as she caught her breath was exactly the kind of thing that was really making him fall for her: “More!”

After being with her a while, he knew exactly what she meant, knew exactly what she was asking for. And he knew that she wouldn’t want him to waste any time doing it. He yanked his cock out of her, making her gasp. And then he grabbed her legs spinning her around on the table.

One of her legs hit the vase, knocking it the rest of the way off the table, where it shattered. And her tail was left soaking in the flower water ... in addition to all of her own juices that had already dripped down onto it. None of that mattered, though. What mattered was getting Margaux into the right position: lying on the table facing him, with her head hanging off the edge.

Her mouth popped open as soon as his cock came near. She knew what she wanted, and she waited for it eagerly, her tongue hanging out and her eyes closed.

Brad didn’t make her wait long. He quickly lined his tip up with her open mouth and began sliding it in. Not as fast as he’d shoved it in her pussy, though. He knew Margaux’s throat could take a lot, but he also knew that she did still have her limits. He worked his cock into her at a much more reasonable rate this time, pausing every few moments to slide back out before going deeper. Already, her throat was beginning to bulge...

This was his favorite part. He looked down at her, licking his lips as the bulge grew in her throat. Her choker necklace strained against the fur of her neck, making a deep indentation. The thin leather creaked. He grabbed her shoulders, pushing gradually but unstoppably.

Snap! The choker broke, sending the little rosebud emblem flying across the room. The strap flopped down onto the table under Margaux’s neck.

She made a little moaning sound, as much as she could with his cock pressing its way into her throat. But he knew what it meant. She was ready for more. He moved faster now, pushing and pushing, occasionally pulling back to give her a slight break, but quickly working his way deeper and deeper in her throat.

Finally, he bottomed out, his entire cock inside her. This was the only way he ever got to feel the sensation of full penetration with her, and damn was it good! She was already starting to pulse around his shaft as she made little ‘gluck gluck’ noises of struggling to swallow something she couldn’t possibly swallow, and it felt just amazing to have her throat clenching around him like that.

Not as amazing as it would feel to fuck her throat, though. And at this point, he knew she was ready for it. She’d complain about it later if he didn’t give her his best. So he would. He did. He started ruthlessly thrusting into her throat, as if she was nothing but a fuckdoll for his pleasure. Margaux moaned around his shaft, creating a vibration around him that only enhanced the pleasure, and as her moan waned, he heard another sound – his balls plap-plap-plapping against her face with every rough thrust.

He knew she couldn’t last long like this – she did need to breathe, after all. But he could give her one more thing. That little bit extra that always pushed her over the top ... that she’d beg for if he didn’t.

Brad slid his hands away from her shoulders, trusting the edge of the table to hold her head in place. For a moment, he reached out and squeezed her lovely breasts again, but only for that moment. He knew what she really wanted. For some reason, being treated roughly just really drove her wild, and this was one of the things that did it for her the most. Sliding his way up toward her head, he grabbed her neck with both hands and squeezed.

Instantly, he could tell the difference. Her throat felt so tight around him this way! It affected her, too. He could feel his own grip around the middle of his length, right at the medial ring. After only a moment of that, she was coughing around his shaft, sputtering up gooey spittle around the rim of his sheath that dripped down her face and onto his balls.

After only a few thrusts that way, though, he knew it was time to pull out – her hand was tapping desperately against his leg. It probably would have been enough to actually hurt ... if he hadn’t been so distracted with other – more intense – feelings. He pulled his cock out of her mouth quickly, leaving her gasping as her own spit dripped back down onto her face.

“Oh yiff yes!” Margaux said, her voice a hoarse creak. Brad knew it would take a while for her usual demure whisper to return. But he’d started to really like this other voice of hers ... the voice she only ever have after her throat had been used and abused.

This time, it was Margaux herself who changed positions. She spun herself back around on the table, rolling over as she did so. The way she could be so acrobatic sometimes ... she definitely could have been a cheerleader if she’d cared to. But he knew she’d never even tried out for the team. That wasn’t what she wanted. She’d rather curl up with a good book than jump around and scream at the sidelines of a football game. She’d never even shown up to any of his games, not even as a spectator.

What she did want, though... Well, he was more than happy to give her that.

Once she was bent over the table in front of him, her legs hanging off and her soggy tail raised high above her back, Brad grinned. Damn she was sexy like that, looking over her shoulder at him, just over the rim of her glasses, with her sweater bunched up just under her shoulders. Margaux had a truly exceptional ass. Plush and big, but not too plush or too big. It was just right for digging his fingers into as he drew himself closer to her, as he slid his tip into her pussy again.

And, of course, she’d never want him to hold back. He slammed himself back into her, trusting to the gooey spit from her throat to ease the passage back into her pussy. It was perfect. That sweet, sumptuous heat. That incredible squeezing tightness. That throaty, still-hoarse moan as he filled her once again... He was in utter bliss, squeezing her ass hard enough to leave red marks where his fingers were as he plunged into her again and again. It was never enough. He always wanted more ... and he knew she always wanted more as well.

That’s why he never let up, always pushing as hard as he could into her with each thrust. Already, he could feel her getting tighter and tighter around his girth ... a sign that another orgasm wasn’t far away.

His own wasn't that far off, either. He could feel himself beginning to flare deep inside her. Mostly it was just a feeling of incredible extra tightness around his tip – there just wasn’t much room inside the tight confines of Margaux’s foxy pussy for the tip of his horsecock to flare out twice as wide as the shaft like it wanted to.

There was no way he was going to let himself blow before she got that climax she was straining for, though. And, thankfully, he knew just how to get her there. It helped to know her little cheat codes – what buttons to push to send her off the edge in a hurry.

First, he reached forward with one hand and grabbed her hair – as much of it as he could clench within his fist – and he pulled back hard. Margaux’s neck pulled toward him, and her back arched. He yanked on her hair with every thrust, using it to give him just a little bit more leverage ... and every yank earned him a little squeal of something between agony and delight from her.

He slid his other hand up across her ample ass cheek up toward her tail. Not to pull her tail. Oh no. The one time he’d tried that, she’d asked him to never do it again. Apparently, it had been too sore to sit on for a week afterward. No, he let his fingers wrap around her tail, but not his thumb. His thumb, he pressed insistently just below. Enough of Margaux’s juices had dripped down earlier to make things nice and slippery. His thumb pressed into the warm, tight confines of her asshole easily, as if it was no big deal at all.

Brad knew it was a big deal for her, though. This was the utmost extent of ass play she’d ever tolerate – when she wasn’t being a wild sex fiend, she’d admit that she was utterly terrified of what a cock his size might do to her insides if he tried putting it in her ass – but because it was her limit, it was just enough to push her over the edge. That little bit extra she always wanted.

Margaux’s second orgasm wasn’t nearly as quiet. She screamed as if she wanted the neighbors to hear. Her body jerked back and forth as it spasmed around both his cock and his thumb – he could feel the rhythmic squeezing through both. Even as she came on his cock and drenched him with another dose of her juices, though, he didn’t stop thrusting.

He couldn’t stop. Not when he was so close to his own climax. He could feel the pressure building, the incessant tingling. He couldn’t wait. He had to have it. He had to have it now!

And she knew it. Even through the aftershocks of her orgasm, she cried out, her voice low and husky from having her throat reamed: “Yiff yes! Breed me! Make me pregnant!”

Brad knew better, though. She probably wasn’t in heat ... but she wasn’t on birth control, either. And as much as she liked to play with the idea of getting pregnant, they were both still teenagers, and she’d complain to no end if he actually risked it.

Instead, he used the last dregs of his willpower to force himself to pull out of her.

It was barely in time. A little of his first spurt actually plastered against her asshole and his own thumb, glomming there warm and gooey as the rest of the stream shot up over her back. After that, he just let himself go, his cock throbbing over and over as he plastered the lovely curves of her back with thick gobs of cum. Some of it reached all the way up to her sweater, while the last little bit dribbled down onto her lower back just above her ass. A lot of it pooled in the supple inward curve around her spine. He easingly pulled his thumb out of her ass. That was her cue.

Just as his orgasm faded, Margaux squeezed out from under him. She quickly turned and took his cock into her mouth again, sucking the last little bit of his cum directly into the back of her throat, where she swallowed it instantly.

She wasn’t about to let the rest of it go to waste, either. Stretching awkwardly, she scooped wads of cum off of her back and shoved them into her mouth, using both hands to feed herself as if she was desperate to gulp it down as fast as she possibly could. Brad could tell by the way her stomach still pulsed from time to time that she was still feeling the aftershocks of her own orgasm ... but that didn’t stop her from swallowing down every drop of cum she could reach as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

Meanwhile, Brad slowly recovered, catching his breath. His cock was hanging down limply, already beginning to retreat back into his sheath. He tucked what was left of it into his boxers and then zipped his pants back up. Both his boxers and pants were soaked, and getting worse as his wet cock smeared and drooled on them ... but that was okay. He’d just have to make a quick trip back to his car later. He hadn’t been Margaux’s boyfriend for very long before learning that it was a good idea to keep a spare change of clothes handy.

All the while, he stared at Margaux, grinning dumbly. Damn ... he never would have thought that of all the girls he’d ever been with, the quiet and shy Margaux would end up being – by far – the best lay of his life. It still amazed him each and every time.

Margaux, meanwhile, had just about finished cleaning up. With one last swipe and then licking her hands clean, she stood up and pulled her sweater back into place. Suddenly, she was frumpy, quiet Margaux again ... and the wild sex fiend Margaux was nowhere to be seen.

She came up to him, reached down, and fastened the button he’d forgotten in his post-orgasmic haze. Then she blushed – how could she still blush after what she’d done with him – and headed over to the kitchen counter where the lemonade sat, condensation now sweating around the colt pitcher.

She poured him a glass. “You should probably drink some. My mom gets home in like forty-five minutes, and I um...” She glanced away, still blushing. “And, um, I kind of want another round before she gets here?”

Brad grinned and shook his head. Wow. How lucky could he be? He did take the glass and drank deeply, though. If he was going to do that again so soon, he’d better get as much hydration and blood sugar as he could! She ... she wouldn’t go so far as to dope his drink with boner pills, would she?



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