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For a moment, Zeke thought he saw her shadow behind them, waiting for him to arrive. \n \n His hooves moved over from sidewalk pavement to gravel as he hustled up the driveway. Fists clenched in his pockets. He took a deep breath before his finger pressed against the doorbell. Ava wouldn’t find out. He repeated it in his head again and again. His girlfriend wouldn’t understand. How could she? The taboo he’d been given was too strong to ignore. \n \n The door opened without a screech. “Come on in.” A sultry whisper washed over him. He leaned forward on impulse, better to hide the growing tent in his jeans as he stepped inside. The door slammed shut. The zebra turned, his gaze crossed paths with her hungry brown eyes. She was a figurative and literal cougar, her blonde headfur flowed down to her neck and covered half of her right eye. Back against the wall, she smiled with a small upper fang exposed against her lower lip, “There’s my b.i.l.p.” Miss Painter purred, her arms crossed to push up her breasts from inside her red nightgown. They were so full and plumb despite her age. Zeke felt his saliva pool in his mouth as he thought of how they’d feel in his hands. He wanted to ask what bilp meant, but anxiety anchored his voice. The zebra pushed a smile instead and looked away bashfully whilst scratching his head.\n \n “What’s wrong, dear?” The cougar braced her claw against his pounding chest, “Cat got your tongue?” If it were anyone else, Zeke would have rolled his eyes at the pun. But something about Ava’s mother had him snicker and relent his guard. “There it is,” She said with a soft grin, “There’s that pretty smile. I hope I’m not frightening you. When I see such a strong young man as yourself, I can’t help but feel a little…” A tooth flashed from her lips, “Hungry.”\n \n His throat clamped up under her presence. “No, no not at all, Miss Painter. Or should I call you Kylie?” The zebra steadied himself with a breath, sucking in her scent. He tasted a hint of wood from her, a soft spice that clung to the roof of his mouth.\n \n The cougar leaned in. She towered an inch or two above Zeke, something the zebra wasn’t used to outside of a few classmates. Whatever bravado surfaced for his comment fell with a gulp. “While I don’t think we should be so formal, I do like how you say it. So respectful, so innocent. Hard to find in people your age.” \n \n “Well, my mother raised me right, Ma’am.” Zeke sank into the closed door as she drew closer.\n \n Miss Painter’s claw traveled up from the center of his hoodie, to the tip of his chin. Hard enough to feel, but not cut through his clothes. “That she did. She’s so proud of you at bake sales. Successful college boy you are.”\n \n Shame crept up his spine like an early winter breeze. He frowned and turned away, “Please don’t bring up my mom with this.” Polished wooden walls made up her mudroom, with white tiled floors specked with little dirt from the outside. He noted two sets of shoes, white tennis shoes fitting her size, and the colorful pink and black pair that he’d seen Ava wear. Another pang of guilt hit his stomach like a wild fist, but her forested scent smothered it out. \n \n She pulled back and brushed through her golden hair, “Well, you started it,” Miss Painter said, playful but defensive. “But sure. It’s the least I could do. Are you ready?” \n \n Resisting the urge to nod like a maniac, Zeke said, “Yeah…” Before she could lead him further into her home, the zebra had to ask, “So, what’s a bilp?”\n \n “Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head.” Miss Painter patted his cheeks, “It’s just an old joke. I’ll tell you later. Now,” With both hands against the wall, the cougar loomed over him. Her lips braced close to his cheeks, enough that he heard her subtle purr as she whispered, “Since you’re in my house, I expect you to be a good boy and follow my rules. Rule one, and the most important, is to do what I say. Are we clear?” \n \n “Y-Yeah,” His damned stutter wouldn’t shake its hold. He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets and clenched them to fortify his resolve. “You’re the boss, Ma’am.”\n \n “I am indeed.” She smiled, “But don’t give me any of that girlboss shit. My daughter uses that term so much it gets grating.” With his hand in hers, the cougar led him into her living room. Through a single lantern standing tall in the corner, Zeke watched the shadowy blanket overlap the space. One couch of black leather lined the wall, with puffy cushions imprinted from years of use. Before it sat a polished black coffee table with magazines strewn about it, each cover a beautiful young man with dashing eyes and a lack of enough clothes that it might as well be softcore porn. \n \n The TV hung from the wall. Its cords traveled down to a game console plugged in against the fluffy white carpeted floor. Two controllers laid out before it, one plugged in, the other upside down as if kicked aside. He felt her paw against his face, pulling him back to her. Behind the cougar sat a purple leather chair with metal studs riveted across the sides. In the shadow of the light, he noticed a painting of what he assumed was a woman. She was femine. Her back faced him with her arm over her shoulder whilst her ruby dress hung from her hip. “Ah,” Miss Painter snapped her fingers, “Eyes on me, cutie.”\n \n They wouldn’t want to leave. “Um…shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” He asked as he pointed his thumb in that direction. While he was no stranger to the couch, the zebra figured it would be worse to clean when they were finished.\n \n “What’s your rush?” Miss Painter asked, her claw slipped up and scratched behind his ear, “My daughter won’t be back until Sunday night. We’ve got the entire weekend to enjoy ourselves. And you should know that a woman likes to be dazzled with a show before the main event.” The recliner’s leather skin squeaked as she sant into its backrest. With tented fingers, she commanded, “Strip.”\n \n His ears twitched and knees bent stiff at the order. “What?” He asked before he peered over to the window. The pale curtain blocked out any sight from the outside. But how much did the lamplight show of him? He had already seen her outline earlier, so it wasn’t unreasonable to worry.\n \n “Oh, I’m sure you heard me.” She smiled all the same, “Strip. Give me a little show. Slow, steady, maybe a little gyrating? Keep me entertained and I might,” Miss Painter emphasized a pumping motion in the air, “Warm you up?”\n \n The zebra didn’t need any warm up, not by the size of the tent in his now tight trousers. Still, the m.i.l.f wanted a show and he was damn well going to give her one. He ripped away his jacket before she reminded him to take it slow. A restrained mix of anxiety and excitement rippled through his body as he pulled shirt away and exposed his athletic chest. “Gyrate dear, come on.” She clapped her hands softly to encourage him. He turned his hips back and forth, side to side. His jeans were a struggle, no thanks to the wide rod that stuck out from his loins. She offered a warm giggle at that. “Maybe next time you should wear a jockstrap? Really show off your assets.”\n \n Next time? Zeke smiled with surprise. He hadn’t expected more than tonight, or even a weekend. His rod bobbed when freed. It stood tall and stiff in her presence. Equine pride rippled through his body, knowing full well how impressive his girth was to everyone outside of horses. \n \n “Do you know how to twerk?” She asked. Despite his confusion, he nodded all the same. The zebra had seen enough videos on the subject. “Good.” She crossed her legs, one hand rested against her seat’s armrest while the other twirled with her command, “Twerk for me, pretty boy.”\n \n He almost said “Seriously?” but found his tongue caught at the hook of her gaze. By no means was it a request. She sat with her back straight as a queen atop her throne, waiting to enjoy her court jester. \n \n With his arms held behind his head, the zebra turned his back to her and pumped his butt up into the air. Embarrassment rode him like a determined man on an electric bull, but her laughter and soft applause had his cock stiffen harder than any evening alone in front of a computer. \n \n Urged closer, he hopped with each raise of his athletic booty. The zebra felt her hands against his love handles, and she pulled him in with a laugh. “Good boy.” The cougar’s praise came with a purr, “I can’t imagine many men twerking like this. Something to do with shame I’d imagine.”\n \n His throat clamped up. Zeke nodded. Her soft laugh traveled with warm breath across his neck. She spread her legs and pulled him apart by his thighs, letting his fat rod stand unaided. “I’m certain I’ve gotten little Ezekiel's attention.”\n \n “Little. Cute.” He knew what she meant. Few could stand up to equine dick, even average sized. He was fortunate to be just above it.\n \n “Oh, did I strike a nerve?” She cooed as she brushed possessively through his mane. “Are you sensitive about your rod?” Her hands trailed over his body, from his waist, love handles, neck, and even his chest. He shivered and gasped through her teasing, only his cock stood free and untouched.\n \n “I bet you can’t wait to have it inside me.” Her tongue dragged along his neck, the damp spot chilled against the air, “To make me scream in pleasure with every thrust, fill me out like no one else.” \n \n The zebra’s fists balled with nothing to grab onto, not without touching her. “T-Touch it.” He begged, unable to hold out any longer.\n \n “Oh?” Miss Painter feigned confusion. Her head rested against his neck as she whispered, “Touch what?” \n \n “M-My dick.” He clenched his ass, making his cock bounce, “Please.”\n \n She laughed, “Oh, you said the magic word. Such a polite boy.” Her hands reached down, but did not touch his cock. No, they instead hovered over it, forming a ring with her hands that moved out of reach with every twitch of his meat. “But words aren’t enough in this house. I need a commitment from my precious b.i.l.p.”\n \n Again with that term. Zeke brushed it aside and nodded, “Anything. Please. Just stop teasing.” The leather cushion squeaked under his restrained movements. He wanted nothing more than her touch, her permission. \n \n “Oh, I’m just having my fun. You’ll enjoy it.” The cougar reached around to the back of her chair, “I need you to put your arms behind you and to say that you trust me. Really mean it now.”\n \n Zeke knew he had to trust her. Not only because she was Ava’s mother, but because he had no desire to end this here and now. “I trust you.” The zebra nodded, and loosened his shoulders. It amazed him the relief of stress it brought.\n \n “Good b.i.l.p,” The cougar said. Cold metal clicked and locked around his wrists. Zeke shivered in surprise, but her hands wrapped around his chest and pulled him in. “Take a deep breath, and relax. It’s just some handcuffs. Just a little kinky fun.”\n \n Whatever calming breath he could muster was foiled by her dexterous paws across his shaft. One hand lined underneath it, measuring his weight and heft. The other palmed at his sensitive flat head. His wrists pulled at the cuffs, the unbreakable clink mixed with the straining leather underneath them. “How does it feel?” She pumped his rod with care, “You’re at my mercy.” Her rough tongue dragged at his collarbone. “You must feel terrified, but don’t worry.” Her lips pressed down at his shoulder, he felt her teeth imprint against him, “Mommy’s got you.”\n \n Lips gnawed to the point of threatened blood. Zeke held his tongue. Labored breaths slipped past while her experienced fingers played down from his cockhead to his sack. “Are you holding back?” She asked with confidence, “Afraid you’ll be less of a man if you give a little moan, a little squeak?” The lioness poked and prodded his sack with the question, “Well, the more you hold back, the harder I’ll try.” She nipped at his neck. “Here’s a secret. Some women really love making their men squeal. I’ve always loved taking big strong boys like you and having them moan as if it's some shameful taboo.” She braced against his back. Her claws scratched soft enough to not draw blood up his side. “Just imagine me riding you. This big, meaty, rod, deep inside my warm pussy. I wonder what sounds you’ll make?”\n \n “A-Ass.” Zeke’s tone cracked at the request.\n \n “Hmm?” Kylie turned his head to catch his eye, “What was that?”\n \n He gulped. It was out of the bag now. “Ass…I want your ass.” Every girl he’d asked had taken such a request with shock and disgust. The zebra regretted it as he said it, but something about how the cougar toyed with him boosted his confidence. \n \n And, low and behold, there was no shock or disgust upon Miss Painter’s face. Just a soft and knowing smile under the light gray fur of her snout. Pride perhaps? “I don’t suppose you’ve had much luck with that.” She teased, flicking his nipples. “Anal is a lot of work, especially for someone as big as you. Tell me,” Her claws poked around his areolas, “Has my daughter gifted her backdoor?”\n \n He shook his head. “Have you asked her?” Desire overwhelmed reason as he nodded. “Aww, poor baby. I can imagine she’s too tight, gets it from her father. As for myself?” The lamplight reflected off her earthy brown eyes, like a predator hunting in the moonlight, “Well, I’m sure I can take it.”\n \n He had to be dreaming. Miss Painter’s claws pinched his nipples, throwing that thought away. Pre-cum dripped from his cock, his breath froze. This was really going to happen. \n \n She continued, “But.” His ears wilted at that. “I don’t think it’s fair for a man to ask for anal if he isn’t willing to try it up his own pipe. Now, since you’re such a brave boy, it stands to reason you’d try that, right?”\n \n Maybe it was from the teasing, but Zeke found her argument more convincing than his fears of someone poking around his backdoor. He nodded, throat too tight to answer. “Good boy. Up,” She patted his behind at the command, ‘Up.” The cougar pushed him up and hooked a claw underneath his chin, dragging his face to hers. The woodsy perfume washed over his nose, “Follow closely now. Did you go to the bathroom before coming here?”\n \n “Yeah. W-Wait,” He stood straight and arched his head back to the cuffs, “Aren’t you going to uncuff me?” \n \n “Whatever for?” Miss Painter's response was coy, as was the way she held herself with her arms crossed, “You look so sexy with your hands behind your back.”\n \n Without his arms for balance, Zeke found himself at Miss Painter’s mercy. She didn’t abuse it so much as tease him about it, leading the zebra by his chin upstairs to her bedroom. Dimly lit from a single lamp, he saw two sets of wooden drawers with scented candles lined up atop them. A king-size bed covered in a tan blanket and decorative pillows stood in the middle. Said pillows were the first things to be tossed aside after they entered. There she, unceremoniously, pushed his stomach against the bed. His cock hung over the bottom of the bed, dangling free of touch. The only sensation he could grind against it was the blankets themselves. His pre dripped down against the carpeted floor.\n \n A lighter clicked outside his view. He turned to see her light each candle, their flames exposed the soft eggshell white paint that lined her bedroom. Both hands rested against his cheeks when she finished, and spread him wide. “Oh, isn’t that cute.” Her motherly voice coddled across his back, “You’re twitching. Nervous?” \n \n “Kinda?” A lie. He’d never played with his ass, never considered it a possibility either. The zebra figured women liked ass based on thrust strength, nothing else. That made sense after all, why would a woman want to play with someone’s ass? Especially man ass.\n \n A sharp finger traced along his back, “Just relax and take a deep breath. I won’t hurt you. After all, you trust me, right?” He nodded, sucked in air and let it out slowly. “That’s a good boy. Let mommy help.”\n \n A warm and wet sensation braced against his pucker. Zeke’s breath jumped out in a gasp. It pressed again, deftly exploring his backside. The zebra arched his head, peeking over to see the older woman’s snout between his cheeks, her tongue lapping against his ring. Confusion clashed with pleasure as the pink muscle massaged his asshole. Pleasure won out in the end, letting his legs sink and body loosen. \n \n She pulled away with a smile, his backside wet and bare. “Did someone like?” The cougar asked, her hands playfully patted across his bottom cheeks. At a loss for words, Zeke nodded. “Good. Now, time for the lube.”\n \n Lube was not all she brought to the bed. The cougar sat down beside him, and held him down when he tried to roll over to face her. “Ah, ah, no need.” She shook her finger in cheeky judgment, “I need you to stay still while I make this experience absolutely wonderful.”\n \n “With lube?” One of his ears hung low in confusion. \n \n She laughed. “Oh no, not just lube. I was thinking of ways to…enhance your fun.” The first item in her hands was a pink blindfold, like one would wear to sleep. “See, I’ve learned that when you take away one sense, the others compensate, if only a little. But a little more pleasure is like an extra mile in my opinion. And this,” She held up a red rubber ball, with long leather straps and metal buckles hanging from opposite ends, “Is something you can bite on, rather than clenching your ass.”\n \n Perplexed, he asked, “Why would I need to bite on anything?”\n \n “No matter how gentle I am on your first time, you’re gonna stress. Think of this as a chewtoy.” She clenched the red ball into her fist. It did not succumb to her pressure.\n \n “That chewtoy is pretty big.” Zeke figured he would not get a word out with it in. “How will you know if I want you to stop?” \n \n The cougar raised two fingers like a peace sign, “Like this. I can still see your fingers, so if you need me to stop, raise them on your right hand. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.” \n \n Zeke answered with a nod and opened mouth. Kylie responded by strapping the blindfold first, robbing the zebra of all sight beyond the slip beneath the fold. Rubber braced against his teeth, then pushed past. He felt the leather strap around his head, tight enough that his tongue couldn’t push the ball away. “Such a good boy.” Miss Painter’s backhand pet his mane as she whispered, “So trusting. So sweet. Mommy’s going to take extra good care of you.”\n \n First came a squirt, then the cold chill of lube across his pucker. His teeth clenched into the rubber gag. His focus stayed on keeping his ass relaxed as one finger looped in a swirl around his backdoor. Miss Painter’s other hand rubbed against his hanging shaft, coaxing him for well he held out. \n \n He whinnied into the gag when she pushed inside. “Ahh, it’s ok.” She shushed him, slowly slipping her finger inside, “I gotta get you all lubed up. You’re doing a very good job.” His nostrils flared as she played with him. Her single digit crawled deep into the zebra’s ass. One spot shot up his backside, not in fear or terror, but strange joy. “Do you like that?” The cougar rubbed it again. Zeke huffed ecstatic, every twitch of his cock banging against the hanging blanket. “I figured you would. This button right here is your prostate. A special spot for boys.” \n \n It was like letting loose a stream but with nothing coming out. A pleasurable build up that would not cease. Whimpers turned to haggard moans in his gag as her finger played with his discovered button. “You know, if it’s played with enough, you could cum without anyone touching your dick.” She let go of his cock, letting him rely on the budding new sensation alone. “It’s a bit different…like a surge through your whole body over just around the crotch. A longer lasting one as well.\n \n The drop he felt with her absence surprised him as she pulled out. Not once had he ever wanted something up his ass. But now? He mewled for it. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m just getting myself ready.” Metal clinked, and he heard something pulled up between her legs. The blindfold prevented any hint of what might be behind him, but he felt it lay against his asscrack as she pressed her chest against him.\n \n “Since it’s your first time, I’m going with something small and thin.” Her whisper ran down his neck as hands held his head. “I bet you’d love to cum from this, so I want you to focus on that feeling, alright? Just think about a nice, empty, orgasm, my precious b.i.l.p.”\n \n Zeke still did not understand the word. Was it a pet name? He ignored it as she pulled back and lined the head of her toy against his pucker. The zebra swallowed his fear and consciously relaxed his ass as she pushed inward. \n \n His head arched up and stayed there with every inch further. Zeke’s lungs froze until she told him to breathe, to relax as she pushed inside. “It’s ok,” she cooed and brushed his mane, “Mommy’s got you. I’m going to treat that ass right.” Her soft words tackled his fear, but reflexes kept his teeth planted into the gag. Rubber prevented any indents.\n \n What it lacked in the fine finesse of her finger, her toy made up for with constant pressure and drag. She leaned over him, hips against his own and whispered, “You’re such a good boy, taking it all on your first try without any complaint.”\n \n Then she pulled back, leaving Zeke vacant only to thrust back in. His voice broke against his gag. Pleasure rose but lost itself against some newfound dam in his mind. As it did again and again with every thrust.\n \n She was slow. Her hips rotated with each push inside him while her hands braced his backside. Zeke’s breaths were fast, his nostrils flared. Her voice echoed in his ears, repeating for him to relax as her breath trailed down his neck. “If you clench without practice, this will hurt. We don’t want that.”\n \n Hurt. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel…well he couldn’t say it didn’t feel nice. It was like a pleasure he wanted to pull himself away from. A sensation so strong that he feared losing his mind. But the zebra did not lose it. He felt as if he strode the edge of madness with every thrust into him. The pleasure built as if he needed to pee but nothing came when he opened the floodgates. The wet slaps of his lubed asshole danced with her soft pants, painting the picture of her over him. \n \n It wasn’t enough. As if she could read his mind, the cougar spoke on cue, “I’m ready to go faster if you are, b.i.l.p.” His chin scuffed up against the blanket as he nodded, earning a soft scratch behind his ears. “I love brave boys.” \n \n The soft thrusts quickened. His breaths sped up. The vacancy of his asshole ebbed and flowed with her hips. They were smacking into him now, but still he felt she was holding back. As was his body. How it refused to release the building pleasure. \n \n Her breasts pressed against his back. Hands clenched his shoulders. Her thrusts creaked the bedsprings. The metal screeches added to the evening cacophony. So close. He cried into his gag for her to go harder, to push him over the edge.\n \n “Eager little bitchboy,” She laughed. “But no. You’re not ready.” Her rough tongue dragged against his neck. “You need to learn how to wait. It’ll all be worth it.\n \n The zebra teetered at the edge. Desire outweighed every sense. Zeke couldn’t feel his own legs when she stopped, only his upcoming flood dwindling down and his aching ass begging to be filled as Miss Painter pulled out. “Whew, that was a workout.” She patted his ass, “You would not believe how good an exercise this is. Oh, well would you look at that, we’ve been at this for three hours.”\n \n Three hours? Zeke blinked as the blindfold was pulled from his eye. First thing he saw was Miss Painter’s smile, then her naked form, followed by the lube that dripped off the thin pink dildo between her legs. “Well, a deal’s a deal.” She sat her ass against the bed, right next to his head. “You want to fuck my ass, right? Or would you rather I keep fucking yours?”\n \n His cock betrayed by his instincts, Zeke begged into his gag for her to continue. Somehow, she understood it without issue. “I just knew you were a b.i.l.p the moment Ava introduced me to you.” She twirled her claw against his mane, “Do you want to know what it means?” He nodded, teeth at rest against the gag. With a warm breath, she whispered, “It means a boy. I’d. Love. To fuck. And don’t you worry, we’ve got an entire weekend to give you just what you want before my daughter’s home.”\n \n \n ***\n \n Ava lifted her father’s cooler with her legs. “Thanks for the trip, dad.” She said with a of her head in replacement of a wave before the mountain lion drove off in his shiny black hauler. Their fishing trip had been a success, in multiple ways. She got to spend time with her dad, he got to be amazed at how well she could fish, and his wife would feel the stink of the fish for ages after Ava cut it up in her house. \n \n Not that her mother actually minded. Just one of the many pranks they liked to play on one another. Her mom’s preferred prank were suggestive holiday cards that made Ava want to hurl. \n \n Hopefully Zeke would be interested in trying her catch. Ava found it peculiar that he hadn’t contacted her at all this weekend. Sure, she told him that it was a father-daughter thing, but she expected a few texts of either terrible jokes or questions to pass his own time. She would admit, their relationship wasn’t the most ideal.\n \n “I’m home!” Ava called out from the kitchen as she brushed aside the mail from the kitchen’s island countertop. The cooler pressed against the black marble, and she stretched her arms in relief of its absence. “Mom?” Still no answer. \n \n “Mom!” At the third call, she heard the annoyed but poised footsteps of her mother as they trailed down the stairs. The cougar appeared in the kitchen from the hall, decked in her bathrobe and her hair frazzled. Ava could see something poking from between her legs. “Oh…you have a guest.” Ava held back her urge to sigh.\n \n “I had to keep myself distracted this weekend, my dear.” With a purr, she strode into the kitchen and fashioned herself a mug of coffee. “I take it you had a good time with your father?”\n \n “Decent enough.” Ava let loose her ponytail, her mane flowed free. “I’m gonna be carving the trout up later.”\n \n Her mother rolled her eyes, “Of course you are, ever the tomboy.” \n \n Ava ignored that and asked, “Would your guest like to try some? It’s hard to beat freshly caught.”\n \n “Oh, I’m certain there’s only one thing on my guest’s mind, dear.” Her mother’s grin exposed her pointed fangs, “And I’m quite ready to get back at it. He’s a first timer so I want this weekend to end off with a bang.”\n \n This and the mix of the fish’s scent should have sickened Ava, but she’d adapted to both her parent’s lifestyles. “Fine, I’ll go hang out with Zeke for a few hours.” Ava pressed his contact on her phone. Rather than hear just his phone ring on her end, the lioness heard a familiar ring broadcast from the living room. She looked to her mother, who smiled back between her sip of coffee. “You didn’t.” Ava knew it was fruitless to ask.\n \n Kylie Painter shrugged but her smile remained the same, “Oh, you know how I love my b.i.l.ps.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "       Zeke strung his finger around the tassel of his hoodie. It was late, enough that street lights shined out like cylinders in the suburban streets. The zebra swallowed hard with his attempted casual stroll down the sidewalk, hood up to mask his presence. Part of him hoped it’d make him look less suspicious, but upon doing it he felt nothing but.
      
       This, he kept thinking, was a bad idea. He chewed his lip at the sight of her house. Single story, blue, with a well kept front lawn that many young men had volunteered to maintain. Lights shone from between the cracks in the curtains. For a moment, Zeke thought he saw her shadow behind them, waiting for him to arrive.
      
       His hooves moved over from sidewalk pavement to gravel as he hustled up the driveway. Fists clenched in his pockets. He took a deep breath before his finger pressed against the doorbell. Ava wouldn’t find out. He repeated it in his head again and again. His girlfriend wouldn’t understand. How could she? The taboo he’d been given was too strong to ignore.
      
       The door opened without a screech. “Come on in.” A sultry whisper washed over him. He leaned forward on impulse, better to hide the growing tent in his jeans as he stepped inside. The door slammed shut. The zebra turned, his gaze crossed paths with her hungry brown eyes. She was a figurative and literal cougar, her blonde headfur flowed down to her neck and covered half of her right eye. Back against the wall, she smiled with a small upper fang exposed against her lower lip, “There’s my b.i.l.p.” Miss Painter purred, her arms crossed to push up her breasts from inside her red nightgown. They were so full and plumb despite her age. Zeke felt his saliva pool in his mouth as he thought of how they’d feel in his hands. He wanted to ask what bilp meant, but anxiety anchored his voice. The zebra pushed a smile instead and looked away bashfully whilst scratching his head.
      
       “What’s wrong, dear?” The cougar braced her claw against his pounding chest, “Cat got your tongue?” If it were anyone else, Zeke would have rolled his eyes at the pun. But something about Ava’s mother had him snicker and relent his guard. “There it is,” She said with a soft grin, “There’s that pretty smile. I hope I’m not frightening you. When I see such a strong young man as yourself, I can’t help but feel a little…” A tooth flashed from her lips, “Hungry.”
      
       His throat clamped up under her presence. “No, no not at all, Miss Painter. Or should I call you Kylie?” The zebra steadied himself with a breath, sucking in her scent. He tasted a hint of wood from her, a soft spice that clung to the roof of his mouth.
      
       The cougar leaned in. She towered an inch or two above Zeke, something the zebra wasn’t used to outside of a few classmates. Whatever bravado surfaced for his comment fell with a gulp. “While I don’t think we should be so formal, I do like how you say it. So respectful, so innocent. Hard to find in people your age.”
      
       “Well, my mother raised me right, Ma’am.” Zeke sank into the closed door as she drew closer.
      
       Miss Painter’s claw traveled up from the center of his hoodie, to the tip of his chin. Hard enough to feel, but not cut through his clothes. “That she did. She’s so proud of you at bake sales. Successful college boy you are.”
      
       Shame crept up his spine like an early winter breeze. He frowned and turned away, “Please don’t bring up my mom with this.” Polished wooden walls made up her mudroom, with white tiled floors specked with little dirt from the outside. He noted two sets of shoes, white tennis shoes fitting her size, and the colorful pink and black pair that he’d seen Ava wear. Another pang of guilt hit his stomach like a wild fist, but her forested scent smothered it out.
      
       She pulled back and brushed through her golden hair, “Well, you started it,” Miss Painter said, playful but defensive. “But sure. It’s the least I could do. Are you ready?”
      
       Resisting the urge to nod like a maniac, Zeke said, “Yeah…” Before she could lead him further into her home, the zebra had to ask, “So, what’s a bilp?”
      
       “Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”  Miss Painter patted his cheeks, “It’s just an old joke. I’ll tell you later. Now,” With both hands against the wall, the cougar loomed over him. Her lips braced close to his cheeks, enough that he heard her subtle purr as she whispered, “Since you’re in my house, I expect you to be a good boy and follow my rules. Rule one, and the most important, is to do what I say. Are we clear?”
      
       “Y-Yeah,” His damned stutter wouldn’t shake its hold. He shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets and clenched them to fortify his resolve. “You’re the boss, Ma’am.”
      
       “I am indeed.” She smiled, “But don’t give me any of that girlboss shit. My daughter uses that term so much it gets grating.” With his hand in hers, the cougar led him into her living room. Through a single lantern standing tall in the corner, Zeke watched the shadowy blanket overlap the space. One couch of black leather lined the wall, with puffy cushions imprinted from years of use. Before it sat a polished black coffee table with magazines strewn about it, each cover a beautiful young man with dashing eyes and a lack of enough clothes that it might as well be softcore porn.
      
       The TV hung from the wall. Its cords traveled down to a game console plugged in against the fluffy white carpeted floor. Two controllers laid out before it, one plugged in, the other upside down as if kicked aside. He felt her paw against his face, pulling him back to her. Behind the cougar sat a purple leather chair with metal studs riveted across the sides. In the shadow of the light, he noticed a painting of what he assumed was a woman. She was femine. Her back faced him with her arm over her shoulder whilst her ruby dress hung from her hip. “Ah,” Miss Painter snapped her fingers, “Eyes on me, cutie.”
      
       They wouldn’t want to leave. “Um…shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” He asked as he pointed his thumb in that direction. While he was no stranger to the couch, the zebra figured it would be worse to clean when they were finished.
      
       “What’s your rush?” Miss Painter asked, her claw slipped up and scratched behind his ear, “My daughter won’t be back until Sunday night. We’ve got the entire weekend to enjoy ourselves. And you should know that a woman likes to be dazzled with a show before the main event.” The recliner’s leather skin squeaked as she sant into its backrest. With tented fingers, she commanded, “Strip.”
      
       His ears twitched and knees bent stiff at the order. “What?” He asked before he peered over to the window. The pale curtain blocked out any sight from the outside. But how much did the lamplight show of him? He had already seen her outline earlier, so it wasn’t unreasonable to worry.
      
       “Oh, I’m sure you heard me.” She smiled all the same, “Strip. Give me a little show. Slow, steady, maybe a little gyrating? Keep me entertained and I might,” Miss Painter emphasized a pumping motion in the air, “Warm you up?”
      
       The zebra didn’t need any warm up, not by the size of the tent in his now tight trousers. Still, the m.i.l.f wanted a show and he was damn well going to give her one. He ripped away his jacket before she reminded him to take it slow. A restrained mix of anxiety and excitement rippled through his body as he pulled shirt away and exposed his athletic chest. “Gyrate dear, come on.” She clapped her hands softly to encourage him. He turned his hips back and forth, side to side. His jeans were a struggle, no thanks to the wide rod that stuck out from his loins. She offered a warm giggle at that. “Maybe next time you should wear a jockstrap? Really show off your assets.”
      
       Next time? Zeke smiled with surprise. He hadn’t expected more than tonight, or even a weekend. His rod bobbed when freed. It stood tall and stiff in her presence. Equine pride rippled through his body, knowing full well how impressive his girth was to everyone outside of horses.
      
       “Do you know how to twerk?” She asked. Despite his confusion, he nodded all the same. The zebra had seen enough videos on the subject. “Good.” She crossed her legs, one hand rested against her seat’s armrest while the other twirled with her command, “Twerk for me, pretty boy.”
      
       He almost said “Seriously?” but found his tongue caught at the hook of her gaze. By no means was it a request. She sat with her back straight as a queen atop her throne, waiting to enjoy her court jester.
      
       With his arms held behind his head, the zebra turned his back to her and pumped his butt up into the air. Embarrassment rode him like a determined man on an electric bull, but her laughter and soft applause had his cock stiffen harder than any evening alone in front of a computer.
      
       Urged closer, he hopped with each raise of his athletic booty. The zebra felt her hands against his love handles, and she pulled him in with a laugh. “Good boy.” The cougar’s praise came with a purr, “I can’t imagine many men twerking like this. Something to do with shame I’d imagine.”
      
       His throat clamped up. Zeke nodded. Her soft laugh traveled with warm breath across his neck. She spread her legs and pulled him apart by his thighs, letting his fat rod stand unaided. “I’m certain I’ve gotten little Ezekiel's attention.”
      
       “Little. Cute.” He knew what she meant. Few could stand up to equine dick, even average sized. He was fortunate to be just above it.
      
       “Oh, did I strike a nerve?” She cooed as she brushed possessively through his mane. “Are you sensitive about your rod?” Her hands trailed over his body, from his waist, love handles, neck, and even his chest. He shivered and gasped through her teasing, only his cock stood free and untouched.
      
       “I bet you can’t wait to have it inside me.” Her tongue dragged along his neck, the damp spot chilled against the air, “To make me scream in pleasure with every thrust, fill me out like no one else.”
      
       The zebra’s fists balled with nothing to grab onto, not without touching her. “T-Touch it.” He begged, unable to hold out any longer.
      
       “Oh?” Miss Painter feigned confusion. Her head rested against his neck as she whispered, “Touch what?”
      
       “M-My dick.” He clenched his ass, making his cock bounce, “Please.”
      
       She laughed, “Oh, you said the magic word. Such a polite boy.” Her hands reached down, but did not touch his cock. No, they instead hovered over it, forming a ring with her hands that moved out of reach with every twitch of his meat. “But words aren’t enough in this house. I need a commitment from my precious b.i.l.p.”
      
       Again with that term. Zeke brushed it aside and nodded, “Anything. Please. Just stop teasing.” The leather cushion squeaked under his restrained movements. He wanted nothing more than her touch, her permission.
      
       “Oh, I’m just having my fun. You’ll enjoy it.” The cougar reached around to the back of her chair, “I need you to put your arms behind you and to say that you trust me. Really mean it now.”
      
       Zeke knew he had to trust her. Not only because she was Ava’s mother, but because he had no desire to end this here and now. “I trust you.” The zebra nodded, and loosened his shoulders. It amazed him the relief of stress it brought.
      
       “Good b.i.l.p,” The cougar said. Cold metal clicked and locked around his wrists. Zeke shivered in surprise, but her hands wrapped around his chest and pulled him in. “Take a deep breath, and relax. It’s just some handcuffs. Just a little kinky fun.”
      
       Whatever calming breath he could muster was foiled by her dexterous paws across his shaft. One hand lined underneath it, measuring his weight and heft. The other palmed at his sensitive flat head. His wrists pulled at the cuffs, the unbreakable clink mixed with the straining leather underneath them. “How does it feel?” She pumped his rod with care, “You’re at my mercy.” Her rough tongue dragged at his collarbone. “You must feel terrified, but don’t worry.” Her lips pressed down at his shoulder, he felt her teeth imprint against him, “Mommy’s got you.”
        
       Lips gnawed to the point of threatened blood. Zeke held his tongue. Labored breaths slipped past while her experienced fingers played down from his cockhead to his sack. “Are you holding back?” She asked with confidence, “Afraid you’ll be less of a man if you give a little moan, a little squeak?” The lioness poked and prodded his sack with the question,  “Well, the more you hold back, the harder I’ll try.” She nipped at his neck. “Here’s a secret. Some women really love making their men squeal. I’ve always loved taking big strong boys like you and having them moan as if it's some shameful taboo.” She braced against his back. Her claws scratched soft enough to not draw blood up his side. “Just imagine me riding you. This big, meaty, rod, deep inside my warm pussy. I wonder what sounds you’ll make?”
      
       “A-Ass.” Zeke’s tone cracked at the request.
      
       “Hmm?” Kylie turned his head to catch his eye, “What was that?”
      
       He gulped. It was out of the bag now. “Ass…I want your ass.” Every girl he’d asked had taken such a request with shock and disgust. The zebra regretted it as he said it, but something about how the cougar toyed with him boosted his confidence.
      
       And, low and behold, there was no shock or disgust upon Miss Painter’s face. Just a soft and knowing smile under the light gray fur of her snout. Pride perhaps? “I don’t suppose you’ve had much luck with that.” She teased, flicking his nipples. “Anal is a lot of work, especially for someone as big as you. Tell me,” Her claws poked around his areolas, “Has my daughter gifted her backdoor?”
      
       He shook his head. “Have you asked her?” Desire overwhelmed reason as he nodded. “Aww, poor baby. I can imagine she’s too tight, gets it from her father. As for myself?” The lamplight reflected off her earthy brown eyes, like a predator hunting in the moonlight, “Well, I’m sure I can take it.”
      
       He had to be dreaming. Miss Painter’s claws pinched his nipples, throwing that thought away. Pre-cum dripped from his cock, his breath froze. This was really going to happen.
      
       She continued, “But.” His ears wilted at that. “I don’t think it’s fair for a man to ask for anal if he isn’t willing to try it up his own pipe. Now, since you’re such a brave boy, it stands to reason you’d try that, right?”
      
       Maybe it was from the teasing, but Zeke found her argument more convincing than his fears of someone poking around his backdoor. He nodded, throat too tight to answer. “Good boy. Up,” She patted his behind at the command, ‘Up.” The cougar pushed him up and hooked a claw underneath his chin, dragging his face to hers. The woodsy perfume washed over his nose, “Follow closely now. Did you go to the bathroom before coming here?”
      
       “Yeah. W-Wait,” He stood straight and arched his head back to the cuffs, “Aren’t you going to uncuff me?”
      
       “Whatever for?” Miss Painter's response was coy, as was the way she held herself with her arms crossed, “You look so sexy with your hands behind your back.”
      
       Without his arms for balance, Zeke found himself at Miss Painter’s mercy. She didn’t abuse it so much as tease him about it, leading the zebra by his chin upstairs to her bedroom. Dimly lit from a single lamp, he saw two sets of wooden drawers with scented candles lined up atop them. A king-size bed covered in a tan blanket and decorative pillows stood in the middle. Said pillows were the first things to be tossed aside after they entered. There she, unceremoniously, pushed his stomach against the bed. His cock hung over the bottom of the bed, dangling free of touch. The only sensation he could grind against it was the blankets themselves. His pre dripped down against the carpeted floor.
      
       A lighter clicked outside his view. He turned to see her light each candle, their flames exposed the soft eggshell white paint that lined her bedroom. Both hands rested against his cheeks when she finished, and spread him wide. “Oh, isn’t that cute.” Her motherly voice coddled across his back, “You’re twitching. Nervous?”
      
       “Kinda?” A lie. He’d never played with his ass, never considered it a possibility either. The zebra figured women liked ass based on thrust strength, nothing else. That made sense after all, why would a woman want to play with someone’s ass? Especially man ass.
      
       A sharp finger traced along his back, “Just relax and take a deep breath. I won’t hurt you. After all, you trust me, right?” He nodded, sucked in air and let it out slowly. “That’s a good boy. Let mommy help.”
      
       A warm and wet sensation braced against his pucker. Zeke’s breath jumped out in a gasp. It pressed again, deftly exploring his backside. The zebra arched his head, peeking over to see the older woman’s snout between his cheeks, her tongue lapping against his ring. Confusion clashed with pleasure as the pink muscle massaged his asshole. Pleasure won out in the end, letting his legs sink and body loosen.
      
       She pulled away with a smile, his backside wet and bare. “Did someone like?” The cougar asked, her hands playfully patted across his bottom cheeks. At a loss for words, Zeke nodded. “Good. Now, time for the lube.”
      
       Lube was not all she brought to the bed. The cougar sat down beside him, and held him down when he tried to roll over to face her. “Ah, ah, no need.” She shook her finger in cheeky judgment, “I need you to stay still while I make this experience absolutely wonderful.”
      
       “With lube?” One of his ears hung low in confusion.
      
       She laughed. “Oh no, not just lube. I was thinking of ways to…enhance your fun.” The first item in her hands was a pink blindfold, like one would wear to sleep. “See, I’ve learned that when you take away one sense, the others compensate, if only a little. But a little more pleasure is like an extra mile in my opinion. And this,” She held up a red rubber ball, with long leather straps and metal buckles hanging from opposite ends, “Is something you can bite on, rather than clenching your ass.”
      
       Perplexed, he asked, “Why would I need to bite on anything?”
      
       “No matter how gentle I am on your first time, you’re gonna stress. Think of this as a chewtoy.” She clenched the red ball into her fist. It did not succumb to her pressure.
      
       “That chewtoy is pretty big.” Zeke figured he would not get a word out with it in. “How will you know if I want you to stop?”
      
       The cougar raised two fingers like a peace sign, “Like this. I can still see your fingers, so if you need me to stop, raise them on your right hand. Otherwise, I’m gonna keep going.”
      
       Zeke answered with a nod and opened mouth. Kylie responded by strapping the blindfold first, robbing the zebra of all sight beyond the slip beneath the fold. Rubber braced against his teeth, then pushed past. He felt the leather strap around his head, tight enough that his tongue couldn’t push the ball away. “Such a good boy.” Miss Painter’s backhand pet his mane as she whispered, “So trusting. So sweet. Mommy’s going to take extra good care of you.”
      
       First came a squirt, then the cold chill of lube across his pucker. His teeth clenched into the rubber gag. His focus stayed on keeping his ass relaxed as one finger looped in a swirl around his backdoor. Miss Painter’s other hand rubbed against his hanging shaft, coaxing him for well he held out.
      
       He whinnied into the gag when she pushed inside. “Ahh, it’s ok.” She shushed him, slowly slipping her finger inside, “I gotta get you all lubed up. You’re doing a very good job.” His nostrils flared as she played with him. Her single digit crawled deep into the zebra’s ass. One spot shot up his backside, not in fear or terror, but strange joy. “Do you like that?” The cougar rubbed it again. Zeke huffed ecstatic, every twitch of his cock banging against the hanging blanket. “I figured you would. This button right here is your prostate. A special spot for boys.”
      
       It was like letting loose a stream but with nothing coming out. A pleasurable build up that would not cease. Whimpers turned to haggard moans in his gag as her finger played with his discovered button. “You know, if it’s played with enough, you could cum without anyone touching your dick.” She let go of his cock, letting him rely on the budding new sensation alone. “It’s a bit different…like a surge through your whole body over just around the crotch. A longer lasting one as well.
      
       The drop he felt with her absence surprised him as she pulled out. Not once had he ever wanted something up his ass. But now? He mewled for it. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m just getting myself ready.” Metal clinked, and he heard something pulled up between her legs. The blindfold prevented any hint of what might be behind him, but he felt it lay against his asscrack as she pressed her chest against him.
      
       “Since it’s your first time, I’m going with something small and thin.” Her whisper ran down his neck as hands held his head. “I bet you’d love to cum from this, so I want you to focus on that feeling, alright? Just think about a nice, empty, orgasm, my precious b.i.l.p.”
      
       Zeke still did not understand the word. Was it a pet name? He ignored it as she pulled back and lined the head of her toy against his pucker. The zebra swallowed his fear and consciously relaxed his ass as she pushed inward.
      
       His head arched up and stayed there with every inch further. Zeke’s lungs froze until she told him to breathe, to relax as she pushed inside. “It’s ok,” she cooed and brushed his mane, “Mommy’s got you. I’m going to treat that ass right.” Her soft words tackled his fear, but reflexes kept his teeth planted into the gag. Rubber prevented any indents.
      
       What it lacked in the fine finesse of her finger, her toy made up for with constant pressure and drag. She leaned over him, hips against his own and whispered, “You’re such a good boy, taking it all on your first try without any complaint.”
      
       Then she pulled back, leaving Zeke vacant only to thrust back in. His voice broke against his gag. Pleasure rose but lost itself against some newfound dam in his mind. As it did again and again with every thrust.
      
       She was slow. Her hips rotated with each push inside him while her hands braced his backside. Zeke’s breaths were fast, his nostrils flared. Her voice echoed in his ears, repeating for him to relax as her breath trailed down his neck. “If you clench without practice, this will hurt. We don’t want that.”
      
       Hurt. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t feel…well he couldn’t say it didn’t feel nice. It was like a pleasure he wanted to pull himself away from. A sensation so strong that he feared losing his mind. But the zebra did not lose it. He felt as if he strode the edge of madness with every thrust into him. The pleasure built as if he needed to pee but nothing came when he opened the floodgates. The wet slaps of his lubed asshole danced with her soft pants, painting the picture of her over him.
      
       It wasn’t enough. As if she could read his mind, the cougar spoke on cue, “I’m ready to go faster if you are, b.i.l.p.” His chin scuffed up against the blanket as he nodded, earning a soft scratch behind his ears. “I love brave boys.”
      
       The soft thrusts quickened. His breaths sped up. The vacancy of his asshole ebbed and flowed with her hips. They were smacking into him now, but still he felt she was holding back. As was his body. How it refused to release the building pleasure.
      
       Her breasts pressed against his back. Hands clenched his shoulders. Her thrusts creaked the bedsprings. The metal screeches added to the evening cacophony. So close. He cried into his gag for her to go harder, to push him over the edge.
      
       “Eager little bitchboy,” She laughed. “But no. You’re not ready.” Her rough tongue dragged against his neck. “You need to learn how to wait. It’ll all be worth it.
      
       The zebra teetered at the edge. Desire outweighed every sense. Zeke couldn’t feel his own legs when she stopped, only his upcoming flood dwindling down and his aching ass begging to be filled as Miss Painter pulled out. “Whew, that was a workout.” She patted his ass, “You would not believe how good an exercise this is. Oh, well would you look at that, we’ve been at this for three hours.”
      
       Three hours? Zeke blinked as the blindfold was pulled from his eye. First thing he saw was Miss Painter’s smile, then her naked form, followed by the lube that dripped off the thin pink dildo between her legs. “Well, a deal’s a deal.” She sat her ass against the bed, right next to his head. “You want to fuck my ass, right? Or would you rather I keep fucking yours?”
      
       His cock betrayed by his instincts, Zeke begged into his gag for her to continue. Somehow, she understood it without issue. “I just knew you were a b.i.l.p the moment Ava introduced me to you.” She twirled her claw against his mane, “Do you want to know what it means?” He nodded, teeth at rest against the gag. With a warm breath, she whispered, “It means a boy. I’d. Love. To fuck. And don’t you worry, we’ve got an entire weekend to give you just what you want before my daughter’s home.”
      
      
       ***
      
       Ava lifted her father’s cooler with her legs. “Thanks for the trip, dad.” She said with a of her head in replacement of a wave before the mountain lion drove off in his shiny black hauler. Their fishing trip had been a success, in multiple ways. She got to spend time with her dad, he got to be amazed at how well she could fish, and his wife would feel the stink of the fish for ages after Ava cut it up in her house.
      
       Not that her mother actually minded. Just one of the many pranks they liked to play on one another. Her mom’s preferred prank were suggestive holiday cards that made Ava want to hurl.
      
       Hopefully Zeke would be interested in trying her catch. Ava found it peculiar that he hadn’t contacted her at all this weekend. Sure, she told him that it was a father-daughter thing, but she expected a few texts of either terrible jokes or questions to pass his own time. She would admit, their relationship wasn’t the most ideal.
      
       “I’m home!” Ava called out from the kitchen as she brushed aside the mail from the kitchen’s island countertop. The cooler pressed against the black marble, and she stretched her arms in relief of its absence. “Mom?” Still no answer.
      
       “Mom!” At the third call, she heard the annoyed but poised footsteps of her mother as they trailed down the stairs. The cougar appeared in the kitchen from the hall, decked in her bathrobe and her hair frazzled. Ava could see something poking from between her legs. “Oh…you have a guest.” Ava held back her urge to sigh.
      
       “I had to keep myself distracted this weekend, my dear.” With a purr, she strode into the kitchen and fashioned herself a mug of coffee. “I take it you had a good time with your father?”
      
       “Decent enough.” Ava let loose her ponytail, her mane flowed free. “I’m gonna be carving the trout up later.”
      
       Her mother rolled her eyes, “Of course you are, ever the tomboy.”
      
       Ava ignored that and asked, “Would your guest like to try some? It’s hard to beat freshly caught.”
      
       “Oh, I’m certain there’s only one thing on my guest’s mind, dear.” Her mother’s grin exposed her pointed fangs, “And I’m quite ready to get back at it. He’s a first timer so I want this weekend to end off with a bang.”
      
       This and the mix of the fish’s scent should have sickened Ava, but she’d adapted to both her parent’s lifestyles. “Fine, I’ll go hang out with Zeke for a few hours.” Ava pressed his contact on her phone. Rather than hear just his phone ring on her end, the lioness heard a familiar ring broadcast from the living room. She looked to her mother, who smiled back between her sip of coffee. “You didn’t.” Ava knew it was fruitless to ask.
      
       Kylie Painter shrugged but her smile remained the same, “Oh, you know how I love my b.i.l.ps.”
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