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It had been an average Wednesday evening, the apartment quiet after the heat of the workday. Now, though, the TV droned idle, tuned to a forgotten channel, a stick of incense ghosting the smell of amber and roses into the air. Lazy curls of smoke drifted through the air, faint as spiderwebs drifting on the wind. They broke around the shoulders of the crocodile standing above Avery, the smaller goat hemmed in by a man built like concrete and iron.

“You've seen it yourself, how much she enjoyed our little 'date' last week. I hope you don't mind me taking her on this one." Victor's smile didn't lose it's edge, not in the slightest. Sure, his girlfriend's perfume should have been a tip-off that Victor was on his way, but Avery's figured she'd just been getting ready for their own date. He hadn't counted on someone else taking her out.

“It'd be… my treat," Avery said, trying his best to meet Victor's eyes.

Hands in his lap, it was all Avery could do to hide the pressure between. Everything in the goat's muscle urged him to tug the black silk of his dress upwards, to let the shine of it hiss against his hands. Thin and filmy, it wasn't like it hid much anyways. He huffed a breath at the thought. It wouldn't do to let Victor see just how he enjoyed this, how badly his body yearned for another word.

Not that it helped. Victor's hand teased along Avery's neck, thumb running along the curve of his jaw just to grasp his chin and lift. Gentle. Light as a feather. Up and up until those orange eyes met the man's.

“I love a woman who knows her place," Victor said, his voice awash with the rosin of a cello. “Lucky that I have two, isn't it?"

Avery wanted to protest, even felt his retort rise from his chest, but the confidence in Victor's smile snuffed it like a candle. It should have been something deep in his bones, a declaration that he wasn't a girl tonight, that he wasn't about to bow to the man fucking his girlfriend, but Avery could feel only the weight of the hand against his neck and the firmness of its grip. It spoke of warmth, of control, of a chance to let any pretense slip.

Rather than speak, Avery nodded. Victor's thumb teased along her lip and left a trail of tingles in its wake, sparked that flesh to life in a way that left her fidgeting with the hem of her dress. It was humiliating to let him have his way with her too, offer nothing in resistance, but a little part of herself gave way, some little inhibition snapping like sticks beneath a boot. She opened her mouth, let her lips part, and welcomed the other into her mouth. Only a soft sound escaped, needful and breathy.

Victor didn't need any further invitation. Like a prized pet, his thumb teased over her teeth, rough skin running over the flats and teasing at canines she shouldn't have. Heartbeats passed as Avery wrapped an arm around herself, her tongue a pillow for each push and tug. She savoured the feeling of a man exploring her mouth, teasing the back of her teeth like he was trying to map out new property.

And that's what it was, wasn't it? Claimed. She'd given it up the moment she opened her mouth, let him press his authority into the hot, wet need she'd yielded. It was an invasion by consent, every moment another ebb of her own agency. He knew it. She could feel his satisfaction in the cup of his hand, the little caress of her chin with every push and pull. Girls didn't let a man inspect them, just dolls.

Only after an eternity did she open her eyes, gazing up through lashes and bangs alike to find that smugness on the other's lip.

“That didn't take long, now did it, sweetheart?" He pulled his thumb back with all the haste of a glacier. Avery shivered as he wiped it through her fur, a sticky trail of spit matting the cashmere of her cheek.

“I… I couldn't help myself," she said, her gaze dropping.

“No, you couldn't." His hand moved up her cheek, reassuring as he pushed his fingers through the locks of her hair, scratching soft between her ears. “Good girl. It takes strength to admit it. It feels right though, doesn't it? Having the strength to admit that you're weak."

He paused, smile slight. “Weak for me."

She nodded, looking at the floor. He wasn't wrong— compared to him she was a reed in the wind, a slight thing with dainty hands and a dancer's body. But the thing that bit at her, the thing that twisted shame and delight in her gut was just how she'd caved for him, crumbled again and again. First with her girlfriend, letting him take her by the hand and walk her out the door. Then in the bedroom, that first night he'd heard another man make her moan. And now? She hadn't offered a word, only opened her mouth so he could push her pride back down her throat.

His hand tightened in her hair, just enough to push her head back once more and let her eyes meet his.

“Say it."

“I'm weak," she said, half a gasp. “I'm weak for you, Sir…"

“Good girl." Those two words sent a shiver down her spine, something hot and fluttering in her chest.

Victor's hand moved once more, pulling back just so he could press the dull tip of a claw against her forehead. “Now, Princess, you've admitted it here," he said, tapping once before he drew it down to tug her lip. “I want you to admit it here."

Any confusion in her brow lifted as he took her by the hand, pulled her from her seat just to stand before him. As though he the apartment were his own, he took the seat he'd plucked her from and leaned back, letting her watch as he slipped his zipper down. “Thanks for keeping it warm, Princess," he said, spreading his thighs. “Now kneel."

She knew what lay inside, she'd been left in its shadow since he'd stepped in the room, but now? Now as he fished it free, let her kneel beneath it fully, a pillar of green flesh throbbed above her snout,. Already, his arousal on the air, the girl couldn't do a thing but breathe him in. Every breath, every sniff, every huff drew him into her lungs and filled them.

If the tent in her dress had been hard to hide before, it was impossible now.

She'd known from the moment she'd knelt just what he'd wanted. It wasn't enough for him to tease her, lord his success over her. Those yielding, velvet lips needed to feel more than just his thumb, and he wasn't about to let her slip away. She looked up at him with her face hot, but how could she pretend she felt anything but the same? With her own embarrassment plain between her thighs, Avery shivered as she leaned forward.

His hand stopped her. “Not like that, pet." He said, laughing as he caught a whisper of her whine. “Eager little thing. That isn't how a Princess swears fealty, is it?"

A hand pulled his slacks down, let them pool at their feet. Then it moved back up, cupped those heavy, leathered nuts and lifted just to her eyes widen at the sight of what lay beneath. It wasn't a surprise, not in the slightest, but the expectation in his eyes?

“Sir, I… please, I've already done everything you asked," Avery said, gazing up with desperation in her eyes. The bigger man's hand played through her hair, but she could only bite her lip tight. “I've swallowed my pride, admitted how much better you are, how much stronger. I… I know why Vivian goes to see you, why she clings to your arm, but…"

Words couldn't match the look in his eye. The grin. There wasn't a thing she could say, and she knew it.

“Kiss the ring, sweetheart, you've already taken the knee." The chuckle in Victor's chest could have shaken mountains.

Avery's face danced between a wince and a whine, faltering as heat rose to her cheeks. Already the humiliation sat in her gut, the embarrassment crawling up her neck, and yet… the girl was harder than ever, pre soaking through the front of her dress as every heartbeat sent a throb up her shaft. The thought of crumbling like this, bending beneath his hand, letting it slip up her horn and tug her in…

He didn't have to. Downy fur slipped along his thigh as her cheek teased him, pushing her snout into that warm, yielding weight. A tremble ran through her as her lips brushed his most intimate skin, the last place on earth a girl should smear her lipstick. And yet, she did.

“Hahhn…" Her breath washed over his hole, hot. A kiss, lighter than air, and then a second. A third. Firmer still. And now that she'd cracked? It was like the grout in her walls had crumbled to dust, a cascade of red brick that left her dragging her tongue in gentle, eager licks. It wasn't the sloppy eagerness of a dog, but the tender, almost timid glee of a lamb who'd strayed the pasture.

“That's it, girl, that's it." A moan chased the words as Victor reclined, each easy stroke of his length pushing his balls into the girl's cheek. Not that she minded, his sweat warm in her fur. All she could savour was that twist of delight in her gut, that depraved little bliss sprouting from every prying lick she teased into him.

A hand on her horn pulled her from her stupour, mouth still open and tongue lolling. “You smeared your lipstick, cute thing," he said, his chuckle soft. Panting, all but hanging from his hand with her legs curled beneath her, Avery could only tilt her chin as his finger wiped just beneath her lip. It was lucky she was already on her knees, else they would have buckled.

“Catch your breath, Princess. Eyes up here." Victor glanced down, head tilted with that expectant smile waiting. “Good. Now that you're behaving, I need you to work that pretty mouth again. You're going to be a doll and do that, aren't you?"

Avery opened her mouth before her brain could catch up. Flustered, she nodded.

“Excellent. Get to it."

That hand released her, and all the goat could do was lean forward. Hesitation came only as a heartbeat, a pause, a gentle stumble before both her hands found his thighs. Once, her eyes flicked to his, but her focus was solely on the shaft before her. A hand like velvet found his base and tugged, pulling his foreskin back til that shiny, pre-slick glans bore through. Only then did the black of her lips find it, wrapping around with all the warmth of a winter's glove.

Wet. Hot. Yielding. Her tongue paved the way for its push past her teeth, lips bulging the barest bit as she swallowed Victor's manhood with nothing but a moan.

“There it is, the perfect girl I knew was in there," Victor said, brushing back a lock of her hair. He closed his eyes as she looked up, hand firm on the top of her head. It only framed the moan on his lips, the deep cresendo of the pleasure each rhythmic bob pulled from him. Satisfaction, a different kind altogether, nestled in her gut.

He let her continue for a minute, two. Only as she pulled back to gasp a breath, resting the ache in her jaw, did he finally fish his phone from his pocket. “Here, pretty," he said, letting her see the screen. “We'll watch together."

A tap of his thumb, and the pixels swirled to life. Each frozen strand of hair, each paused gasp, each crystallized breath melted into a flurry of pastel yellow and forest green, pink shorts and spotted fur, desperate breath and fevered grunts. Avery's eyes widened in time with her lips, Victor's cockhead spreading them apart.

She was forced to watch it on the screen, her mouth a mirror for the stretch between her girlfriend's thighs. “God, Daddy!" Vivian all but squealed, her claws digging gouges in the headboard. “Don't… Don't fffuckin'... Don't stop!"

Avery could hear it all, slender ears perked even as her blush melted down her cheeks. Victor's hand on her horn urged her onwards, each tug an order she couldn't bring herself to disobey. There was only the taste of him, only her own spit drooling down her chin as Victor's balls against her chin, slapped against Vivian's ass with every thrust the screen played.

“Let me hear it…" Victor's voice tinny from the phone, his face turned from the camera as he groaned, pistoned into the cheetah. “Let me hear what you want." Each word punctuated a grunt.

“You! God, I want… I want you!" It was a miracle the neighbors didn't hear, headboard banging against the wall in time to the bounce of her thigh, calf hanging above her head. “The best fuck I've had in years, the… the only man who can pull my hair, the only… only man I'll… I'll let…"

Victor held Avery down, pulled her til the goat spluttered and gagged in the glow of the screen. Her lungs burned, her hips wiggled as she pushed at his thighs, but his grip was iron. There was no way she could look away, cheeks bulging, no way to block out the sounds of bliss, of ecstasy the other man pulled from his partner.

“...I'll let cum inside!" She squealed, and Avery watched as she dug her claws into the man's back, scales like armor the only thing that kept them from drawing blood. Toes curled, her back arching and thighs quivering, Avery watched the orgasm roll through her as Victor thrust one last time. All Avery could see was his balls clench, his hips grind, and that first trail of white leak down between her thighs.

Victor paused just as the first purr rumbled through the speaker. With a grunt, he pried the goat back.

Spit clung to her lip, spilling down her chest as she knelt there, sucking in each lungful of air. A minute passed before she finally caught herself, slumped into his thigh with that cock still hard, still throbbing above her snout. Only when her eyes met Victor's did he speak.

“What are you?"

Avery bit her lip, clutching at her dress. “A cuck…"

“What was that?"

She closed her eyes, pushed both hands into her lap and shivered as they brushed what lay there. She tilted her chin, pushed her chest into the words. “A cuck."

“And?"

“A… good girl?"

She opened her eyes to find that expectant gaze, and the familiar smile beneath. His hand met her chin once more, a gentle scratch sending a shiver down her spine. He gestured with his other hand, waving at the screen.

“She isn't yours anymore." That admission sent a shiver through her, a tremble that started in her gut and flooded up her spine. Hot. Thick. A revelation that left a sound on her lips that came straight from her core. A moan chased it as Victor's foot pressed into her lap.

“Neither is this. They're mine, Princess, and I expect you to ask before you touch." He waited for her to nod, waited for her hands to move. “Now, what do good girls get?"

“A treat." It came to her in a rush, and she was too late to stop the thought.

Victor smiled wide.

“On all fours, sweetheart. Lift that little dress for me and let me see those hips wiggle."

It was all she could do to keep her composure, brushing her hair back as her heart thumped. She knew this was a humiliation, that she was caving to the man who'd so thoroughly taken her girlfriend, and yet… there was still that swirl in her chest, that flutter. She couldn't hide the way she leaned into him, brushing a lock of hair from her face as she chewed her lip. To obey was an admission, but to resist…

“Please, Daddy, I… I need it too." Avery caved, though there was barely anything left to crumble. Her palm slapped against hardwood as she half-turned, giving one last look before she finally moved to her fours with her cheeks burning. She took a pillow from the sofa, hugging it to her chest even as she lowered herself, let her hair pool along the floorboards and brought a perfect, alabaster hand to the hem of her dress.

She let slip a breath, long and slow as she pulled it up, let it kiss the back of her thighs in a farewell embrace. Inch after inch she bared, milk-coloured fur pale in the dim light. And yet still her fingers fished beneath, plucking the midnight of her thong from between heart-shaped cheeks. It made the descent as she shimmied herself, thigh jiggling as her knee thumped the ground, hips swaying with each awkward little shuffle, but as she finished?

The girl couldn't hide the back of her balls, framed between her legs. Nor could she help how that rosy ring winked up, bare and helpless in the valley of her ass.

“I've needed it ever since Vivian sent me the first video." The admission crested her lips and blossomed along the pillow, followed only by a shudder. “I've needed it since I saw your hand on her neck, your cum on her lips, your cock between her thighs."

Avery glanced back, lip pinched between her teeth. “Please? Please, Daddy? I don't… I don't want to wait any longer."

“And you won't, little lamb." A shuffle behind her, a drawer opening. She felt his knees hit the floor, all but shaking the room as he lined himself up. The tip of that spit-slick shaft kissed her ring, and she couldn't hope to hide her gasp. No, the girl jolted, drew herself up, only for a hand on the back of her head to push her down.

She heard a cap pop as she lay there, hips raised. She heard the schlip of his hand and something wet. And yet she squeaked as a finger pushed chilly lube into her rear.

“Breathe, sweetheart," Victor said, pressing and pressing until she finally exhaled, relaxed. Only then did he push inside, and only then did she groan.

Thick, slow, unyielding. She clenched around his finger as he wiggled it inside her, pushed lube up her ass until his knuckles bumped her cheeks. He gave her a long second before he pulled it back and left her mewling.

“Again. Breathe." She did her best to let the tension out of her shoulders even as she pulled a breath in, but as she felt that thick head bully its way under her tail? The girl couldn't help how her fingers curled against the floor.

Pressure built, and she could feel herself giving way. Slow, slow he pushed, the weight building. Hips like an iron press left her without escape, heart thumping in her chest as her little pucker strained, buckled, and finally—

“Hfff!" Avery's eyelids fluttered as she sucked air through her teeth, the far, far larger man's cockhead popping past her ring in one fluid shove! Open mouthed, she gaped as she was forced to adjust to the stretch, forced to wiggle her hips back and pat the floor!

“That's it, that's what a man's cock feels like," Victor rumbled in her ear. “Tell me, little lamb, see why your girl crumbled so quick?"

“I do…" Avery's breath shook, but pinned beneath him, that length already pressing deeper? She could only stretch around him, only strain, only ease into the pillow as that twisted satisfaction settled in her. “God, I do…"

His hand patted her hip, and that push resumed. Inch after inch, moment after moment she was made to mewl and squirm, squeezing snug and hot around him. Her own length throbbed her delight, bouncing with her heartbeat as it drooled into the floor. Just the admission, just the fact that she'd given in, crumbled like a good girl? A pink haze settled in the back of her head, a private pleasure, an intimacy only the two shared. Princess and Daddy, cuck and Bull, a toy and her owner. Little else could spark the girl's brain like that.

And yet she could only groan as he finally bottomed out, finally let those balls smack firm against hers. “Mn, you might just be tighter," Victor grunted, his breath hot. He gave her a moment, let those whines permeate the air between just the same as her panting. Only when he heard her catch herself did that hand finally crack against her ass, stealing a squeal and a clench.

“Definitely tighter," he chuckled, her cheek still jiggling.

Slow, he pulled from her, let her pucker cling to every bump and vein of his length. When her hole clung to the back of his crown? He pushed back, starting the cycle again with all the inevitability of the sunrise. Faster now, he drove a grunt from the girl beneath, hand pushing into her back to keep her pinned. Again, he pulled back and left her squirming, left her eyelids fluttering as he drove back in.

Again. Again. Again. Sweat beaded on his scales, dripped into her back as he listened to her gasp, drove another “Daddy!" from her lips.

Again. Again. Again. She pulled the pillow tight, mouth open wide as every grunt, every groan squeezed itself out of her under the push of his hips.

Again. Again. Again. There was nothing like the metronome of his hips, nothing like the way her thrust himself into her prostate, ground it into her guts, sent pink flashes sparking behind her eyes. Yet she could feel the rhythm falter, feel it break as a claw dragged up the fur of her spine. She didn't have a second to breathe, not as another thrust stole a squeal and— the heel of his hand drove her head into the pillow, forced her down with a rush of breath and a warbling moan.

“You're going to play with that little clit of yours, goat. I want to feel your ass clench when you cum," Victor growled in her ear, body curled against her like a serpent.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Anything… anything for…" Words failed her as he jolted her hips up, tugged her by the tail all the while she fished for her own length. All the strength left her as her own hand wrapped around her cock in time to the pounding of his hips. Her leg kicked on its own, a spasm of muscle and delight as her breath caught, sweat soaking into her brow, her back, her face. There was nothing but the river of his body, the endless pound of muscle and piston. It was more than a girl like her could stand.

“Daddy, I'm… I'm going to…!" A second thought unfinished, scattered as she throbbed in her palm. It was all she managed before she bleated, a precious “baa~a!" that scattered beneath the coffee table. Rope after rope of pearly goat spunk splattered across the pillow and the floor as she squeezed down tight, pucker twitching around the stretching Victor gave it— an overstimulation from both ends. Not a thought escaped, not even as she heard the man groan above her.

She felt him though, felt every splash of him inside her.

The goat huddled where she lay, pillow clutched against her chest, thighs trembling and hips uplifted. With her panties around her knees, there was nothing she could do but squeeze them tight together, cum drooling between in white rivulets. It found the crevice there, the space between her balls and her thigh, and slicked her fur against her skin.

Knees firm against the floor, lined up against each other like the base of two grand pedestals, her calves splayed apart to form a perfect 'V' with only the scuffed black leather of her heels to cap them off. They clacked against the floor as she tried to gather herself, only for the toe of one to slip against the hardwood each time she tried.

“Good girl," he said, a low smile along his lips. The sheer black of her dress bunched around her hips, a perfect, pitch-dark accent to the creamy white of her cheeks. A long, long minute passed as the two lay there, Victor's slowing in her ear. After another moment, Avery felt the gentleness of his hand on the back of her head.

“Don't get up, you're going to lay there for me. Can you do that, sweetheart?"

Avery nodded, eyes shut as another tremble ran down her thigh.

“Good. Take a deep breath for me. Then another. I'm going to pull out now, okay?" Another nod only for Avery to groan soft and low as she felt him slip out from between her cheeks. That overwhelming feeling, the uncomfortable satisfaction of having her guts rearranged, he ended it with a shift of his hips.

“I'm going to get you a towel and some water." His footsteps departed, heavy enough that she could feel the vibrations against her face. When they returned, she felt plush, soft cloth against her fingers as something clinked against the floor.

“When you can check your phone again, your girlfriend left you a reminder she loves you and wanted a check-in. We've still got a date tonight, but there'll be time after if you need."

Again, she nodded, the twitch in her tail hard to miss. Harder still? The smile that crossed her lips. “Thank you, Daddy."

She could all but hear his own as the door closed. “Of course, Princess."