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Mary Madsen groaned as she hung up the phone, sliding on her work-out shorts and grabbing a hammer and nails. Not again - the neighbors complaining about her dog Muffles getting into their yard. That dog wouldn't learn to leave the back fence alone! Her husband was supposed to be the one taking care of stuff like this, but since he was at work, it was once again up to the black pantheress.

With her sixteen-year-old son Marc out of the house, too, she was alone, pulling a tattered, paint-covered shirt over her black fur. She didn't bother with shoes. She found a replacement board to patch up the hole and headed to the back yard, flicking her long tail in irritation. She could be exercising or watching T.V., either of which would help her handle her heat better than this stupid chore. It wasn't Muffles fault the neighbor's kept their bitch intact. Of course he was going to dig right through solid wood to get through. Where was the little scoundrel anyway?

The hole was bigger than last time, about a foot and a half wide and a foot tall. Mary could see the last time she'd boarded the hole, the slat lying uselessly on her side of the fence. The dog just pried right through the nails. Maybe if she could fasten it from the other side of the fence, he couldn't get through it so easily? The eight foot tall fence was completely covered, and the young mother would be happy if she never saw her backyard neighbors again. Or heard their rotten kids. Growling, she crawled down on her hands and knees, peering through the hole.

Poking her head through the hole, she just barely fit. She popped her head out and pushed the new wooden slat, hammer, and a few nails through as well. If she nailed one side of the slat in place from this end, she could pull back through and drop it down into place, letting her get at least one nail from the other side without having to deal with the neighbors directly. Would it stop Muffles forever? Probably not, but if they wanted the job done right, it really ought to be her husband, Karl doing the repairs.

Mary grunted as she poked through again, squeezing one arm and then the other through the hole. It was...a bit...tight. She scraped her armpits on the slats, but managed to get through - other than her ample breasts. They were still squeezed up against the wood on her side of the fence. Mary tried to swivel and put the new wooden slat into place, but didn't have much room to finagle. Her tight, elastic shorts showed off her smooth rump, her tail still flicking in irritance. She struggled once more to reach over and place the wood in the right place, but she needed to get just a LITTLE further through - just one more inch.

Mary gasped as she felt a strong push from behind, her rump shoved forward. Whatever it was, Mary pushed through the fence the rest of the way, but five inches, not one, her breasts squished through the small hole. With a pop, she was stuck around the midsection. At least she wasn't squished on all sides anymore, but she wasn't sure she could squeeze her breasts BACKWARDS through the hole. "Karl?" she yowled, wondering if her husband had finally listened to her frequent requests that he come home earlier from work.

No response from her husband aside from a firm little nudge beneath her tail. Face flushed, Mary squirmed in protest. "What are you doing!?" she yelped. Her voice could carry over the tall fence, but it was sure to be muffled.

Muffles. It wasn't Karl at all, but that damned mutt! The sturdy dog was half-Beagle, half-Pit Bull, inheriting the wide-grin and bulky stature of his father, but the coloration of his Beagle mother. "Bad dog!" she yelled as loud as she could over the fence, but the dog just ignored her, taking a deep breath at her tight, spandex-covered butt, raised conveniently with the woman on her knees. She knew how well the cloth gripped her wide ass, and her swollen pussy pressed tight against the fabric. The dog nuzzled her cameltoe, obviously attracted by her heat.

Her tail hiked and puffed out in shock, and she knew she had to squeeze back through the fence. But every time she tried, her breasts stopped her, no matter how she squirmed. She could hear the cloth of her shirt ripping, which was fine - it was a paint shirt after all, but as soon as the wood began digging into her flesh, she winced and stopped. There had to be another way out. She couldn't just wait around for her husband or son to find her in such a compromising position!

She tried to kick the stubborn dog away from her, but he dodged her this way and that, grinding his muzzle between her legs. "God damn it, Muffles," she yelped again. First the Kanter's bitch, now his own master - the horny dick wouldn't leave well enough alone! She was about to really lay into the dog when she froze. The sliding glass door!? She looked up to see her neighbor, Claire Kanter walking onto the deck with her phone in hand. The grey mare didn't notice Mary's black form in the shade of the fence. Should she call out for help from the mare? She'd never live it down, especially if she found out what was going on on the other side of the fence.

Muffles made her decision for her. Mary flattened her ears as she felt a firm tugging...at the waistband of her shorts. He'd always been too smart for his own good! The Pit Bull mix tugged like the dog in the Coppertone ad, pulling her shorts down. At least she was wearing panties, but the small, white cloth did little to blunt the sudden, wet pressure from the dog's tongue against her covered mound, and it didn't take long before that inquisitive tongue pushed her panties aside. Biting her lip, Mary had managed to take this all with only a bit of ruffled fur, until the mutt plunged his tongue straight into her bare muff. "Mew!" she yowled.

Of course that was enough to draw Mrs. Kanter's attention. The mare's ears perked up and she glanced straight toward the back fence. "Mrs. Madsen?" she asked, starting to walk forward.

Mary had to bite her lip, holding back her cried of pleasure and shame. Because as much as her heat-swollen slit needed the attention that her husband wasn't giving her (after all, they weren't ready for more cubs), she knew exactly _what_was slipping into her sensitive folds. The dog's wide, rough tongue drank down her spicy flavor, only egging him on. Which is why Mrs. Kanter only made it half-way across the yard before the opportunistic dog decided to take it a step further.

Just as the gossipy mare stopped in front of Mary, the pantheress felt her dog hop onto her back, not as heavy as she expected, but with a nice, firm grip on her thighs. Squirm as she might, the helpless housewife couldn't get the thin cloth of her panties to slide back over her exposed pussy, and her tail was curled neatly to the side by the dog's belly. There was nothing to stop the dog, right here, right now, from taking what he wanted.

"What are you doing?" the horse asked, staring down at the obviously trapped feline.

Mary knew what was about to happen, and she also knew there was nothing that was going to stop Muffles now. She could hardly believe the choice she was forced to make. She couldn't very well risk Mrs. Kanter finding out the extent of her humiliation in this fence. Therefore, even with her horny mutt just seconds away from rutting her like a stud dog, she tried to compose herself. "Oh! Rr. Hi...Mrs. Kanter..." she yelped, feeling the dog prod her unprotected pussy lips.

"What are you -" Claire asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are you stuck in the fence?" she gasped, first shocked, then amused.

Mary bit her lip, waiting for the inevitable, but Muffles kept his tip pressed neatly against her pussy lips. Maybe he was having second thoughts? Is that something a dog did? She looked up at Claire and said, "No-OOH!" as the dog seemingly waited until her response to push his large, Pit Bull cock up under her tail. Thankfully the mare couldn't see or hear what was going on on the other side of the massive fence. Muffles took full advantage of her bare, raised rump, pumping in and out of the housewife's unprotected pussy - a slow, deliberate pace.

At least he hadn't really gone to town, or she might have been even more flustered as she stammered up to Claire, "I'm just nailing the hole you wanted. Giving it this wood. Er...hammering it, I mean. Don't mind me." Mary was blushing under her black fur, holding up the wooden plank and hammer by way of explanation.

"Are you sure you don't want help? If you're stuck, just admit it and I'll get Fred to go 'round back and help get you out."

"No!" Mary yowled, her heat-swollen lips wrapping firmly around the dog's penetrating prick. If Fred saw what was happening, the middle-aged woman would never hear the end of it. Her life would be ruined. Sure, he might be able to pull the mutt off of her, but she'd rather the dog finish than be caught by her gossipy neighbors. She tried to keep her voice steady, keeping her shudders localized on HER side of the fence as she panted, "N-no, I'm perfectly fine, thank you. Now if you could just...rrRGH!" she groaned, as the dog hammered her harder. "Just buzz off!"

As much as she wanted to say she hated it, the young mother had been neglected for months by her husband, Karl, and even such a simple, basic rutting was amping up the panther's instincts. Was she seriously getting turned on by her own dog? She couldn't help but be reminded of her first time with Karl, shuddering in sheer ecstasy as the clumsy cat pumped a kit into her on their first date. At least Muffles wasn't going to leave her a swollen belly as a parting gift!

"Well, I never!" Claire gasped. The two women had never had a particularly friendly relationship, which suited Mary just fine. She watched with a smug grin as the dapple-back mare huffed and retreated to her house, saying, "You're on your OWN, Mrs. Madsen." The door slammed shut behind her.

Mary was finally alone, well, except for Muffles, and she knew there was nothing to do but grin and bear it. Digging her claws into the dirt, she kept one eye on the house to make sure Claire didn't come back, and raised her rump for the eager dog, perching on her toes. Her cunt was on fire with each trembling collision, driving the horny panthress into muffled yowls of delight. He was a small dog with a big cock, and she knew it wouldn't be long before Muffles got her off, even without the barbs she instinctually expected.

"Owwwwrrrgh!" she yelped, a sudden sharp pain, like claws, deep inside her. Was that what a dog's knot felt like? She'd never dated a wolf or fox before, but this definitely had her cocking her head, because it felt a lot_like her husband's _barbs. "Muffles!" she gasped, ears flat.

And that's when she saw him. Her confusion was quickly replaced by a pit in her stomach as she realized her assumptions were all wrong. Muffles, on hearing his name, ran over to Mary. He was in the Kanter's yard, as typical, harassing their bitch in heat. She'd been about to block off the hole in the fence and lock the mutt into the wrong yard!

But if Muffles was here - who was...?

"Karl!?" she gasped. After weeks of ignoring her, he'd come home early, found her in this awkward position, and decided to mess with her? No. That didn't make sense - if he wanted sex he could have gotten it any time in the past few weeks. No, it wasn't Karl dragging his barbs backwards through her lush labia.

"MARC!?" she yowled.

"'Bout time you figured it out," her son's voice reverberated through the wooden fence, distorted but recognizable.

Mary whined, her mind flashing. She could see it all now, her sixteen-year-old son coming home from his friend's house to find a pert little panthress rump greeting him in the backyard. He'd always been a cocky little jerk of a teenager, so different from when he was Momma's little boy, but she could hardly believe what he'd done. Knowing he could get away with it, at least in the short term, the horny teenager had simply, quiet as you please, crawled up behind his own mother and pushed her through the fence, trapping her! Mary remembered with a blush how quickly her son must have made his fateful decision, as seconds later, he was running his paws across her quivering mound, then tugging her exercise shorts down to reveal her white panties. He nuzzled and licked the tight pussy that had given birth to him more than a decade before, pushing the cloth to the side to inhale deeply of her fertile scent before eating his momma out.

Flattening her ears, the vulnerable panthress exclaimed loudly, "Marc Theodore Madsen, you are in so much trouble! Tug me out of here so I can ground the hell out of you!"

Marc's voice murmured through the fence. "Oh, don't worry about that, Mom. Let me help you relax a bit while you work on the fence," he purred, his firm paws grasping her curvy ass as he humped his mother with reckless abandon. She realized now why "Muffles" had held himself just outside of her, thrusting just as she started to speak to Claire Kanter. Marc was trying to humiliate her!

Mary yowled, clasping her paw over her mouth too late as the sensation of her wet, fertile pussy spreading wide for her well-endowed son finally overcame her. Muffles was deviant in an entirely different way, but now that Mary knew exactly who was raping her, she shivered. He had to know she was in heat, but he was ignoring it completely, his sharp barbs proof that he wasn't wearing a condom, and now his bare cock was risking her every second he was in her. When had he gotten so huge? She'd last seen her son naked when he was thirteen, and of course he'd been flaccid. Now he was easily as big as Karl! The kitty spread her legs for her son - a warm, pliable hole for his depravity. He wouldn't go through with it, would he? He had to know what might happen!

She couldn't hold herself back now, her heat-swollen pussy convulsing around her son's leaking cock. Each thrust felt like heaven, despite her predicament, and each pull back made her feel like an 18-year-old kitten again, mewling when Karl gave her a cub. Mary clutched the dirt beneath her, yowling pathetically. Hissing, she said, "Markus, stop! I'm in heat!"

"Mm, I don't think you want me to stop. You want me to quench your heat and breed you..." he murred, giving her ass a swat, and thrusting even harder, his hips clapping against her rear.

"N-no, I mean it!" she whined, but her hindquarters spoke a different message, quivering forcefully back against him, meeting every thrust with one of her own. She smacked against her son, his balls thumping against her thighs. Big...fertile...balls. She realized desperate times were upon her, and she had to negotiate. "Please - I'll suck you off - or you can have my ass...but not inside!"

He grinned a bit at her offers, but he was determined. He gave her another hard swat on her fleshy rump, adding another week to his grounding, and began to fuck her hard and rough, and his cock driving deep into her pussy, barbs raking her walls, triggering deep shudders inside the thirty-year-old panthress. He began to pant softly. "Mom... I'm-I'm getting close..."

"God! Son!" she wailed, her tail lashing back and forth now. She was dripping wet, so that even his barbs didn't hurt so much anymore. She didn't care if Mrs. Kanter was watching anymore, though it was hard to tell with the tinted windows. She tossed her head back and squealed, "Y-you, y-you're gonna..."

He finally hit his peak and let out a lustful growl, burying his cock deep inside her. HIs shaft pulsed, starting to flood her heat-filled pussy with his hot, fertile seed. His barbs swelled, pressing against her walls, and holding him in place within her.

"Ffffuuuuck," she shrieked, the sharp barbs sending furious, searing pain through her body as she was filled with his cream. She knew the risk as well as he did, yet he didn't seem to give a shit. He bred his mother as casually as a dog on the street. She just squirmed beneath him and took it all, her fertile womb gurgling full of her son's rich seed. After such a rough and forceful breeding, the panthress knew her heat-primed body would have one or more unprotected eggs for her son to claim, and it would take a miracle for her to dodge this bullet. She dug her claws in, yowling in pleasure and pain.

"Damn," her son panted, still quivering inside her pulsating cunny. "You're almost as tight as Gwenny!" He rubbed his paws over the small of his mother's back and ass, causing Mary to instinctively raise her ass and lift her tail.

Mary's ears flicked. Gwenny wasn't Marc's girlfriend - in fact, her son had never had a girlfriend to her knowledge. But Gwenny was his _best friend's_girl. What had her son been getting into!? Despite herself, the woman moaned, her pussy still shuddering, and when she felt his thumbs planting on her rump nearing the underside of her tail, she whined.

Spreading her cheeks, the impudent sixteen-year-old slid his thumbs to her tailhole, brushing across the smooth, dark nub. "Mmm, does momma like having her ass played with?" he teased, squirting another small load inside her even as he teased her upper entrance. She arched her back, mewling pathetically, unable to reply because she would have to admit that he was right. With a groan, the boy pushed his thumb right into her ass, making his mother yowl and squeeze hard around his firm digit. She couldn't help but buck her hips back against him, her ass going wild - he'd already bred her, what was the harm now?

With a roar, her panther progeny pulled out of her, barbs raking her sensitive insides and making her squeal. Her wet, fertile folds were gaping and ragged, well serviced. "Get me out of here," she pleaded. Thankfully, the wooden hole didn't press against her skin, but both her butt and boobs were too big to make it through easily. She would need his help.

But Marc was already thinking ahead, rubbing her ass and tail. "You look like a buttslut, Mom," he said, smacking her rump and making her moan. "Dad ever fucked you up the tailpipe?"

"Marc!" she gasped, scandalized. "No!"

"Then it's time you found out what you were missing. Min sure likes when I do that."

Mary shuddered, knowing she had no way of stopping her son if he was dead set on abusing her little situation. She was panting, imagining Min, the fifteen-year-old Siberian Weasel who lived next door squeaking underneath her son. She hadn't even known the two had really talked. Who _else_had Marc been fucking?

She whimpered as she felt her boy's tip pressing against her tailhole, cursing the short refractory period common to most felines. Still, the slight pressure on the small of her back had the housewife raising her rump to meet him, tail curled neatly out of the way. Curse her heat!

Riiiiiiiiiiing! Riiiiiiiiiiiiing!

Her phone - the sound was muffled, but she knew she was the only person on the block who still used a normal ring tone. "Oh, what's this?" Marc said, reaching into her discarded shorts to pull out the smartphone. "It's Dad. You better be quiet," he added. "Hey, Dad."

Karl. Should she yell for help? Would he even hear it on a phone through the wall? Marc was going to be in so much trouble when she got out of here. She gritted her teeth and was about to shout when Marc, as casually as you please, slammed his cock into her untried tailhole. Mary screamed.

"Oh, that? Mom's just in the workout room," Marc lied through panting breath. He had to try hard not to moan as he spread his mom's ass wide, barbed cock quivering inside her tight, warm confines. "You're going on a work trip? Now?"

Mary could barely concentrate on the muffled phone conversation as her son ploughed her ass hard, pumping back and forth. She'd always wanted to try it, but she never could bring it up with Karl. Now, she wished she had. Marc's barbs poked and prodded her in a way that was certainly painful, but also domineering. She whined weakly under his forceful fucking, bucking her hips, the short thrusts bumping around inside of her, putting pressure on all the right places. Soon, she was dripping for_two_ reasons between her legs, her own arousal mixing with Marc's cum and causing a fresh cascade to spill onto the ground. She flicked her tail and groaned, but the overwhelmed woman was slamming back against her own son, claws shredding up the ground on the Kanter's side of the fence.

"No, don't worry, I'll take care of Mom. See you then."

With the phone call ended, her husband none-the-wiser about what was going on, Marc turned his attention back to butt-fucking his mother. He grabbed her hips with both paws and slammed her back, hilting inside her small rectum before yanking all the way back, sending searing pain through his horny mother's body. "H-h-harder," she growled, pumping her rump.

"Look likes," Marc groaned, "Dad's gone until..."

Mary shivered - another unplanned business trip. She was starting to think he was cheating on her! How long was it this time? Two days? Three?

"Tuesday," the strong panther replied. Mary gasped. That was five days. Five days before she could sit down face to face with her mate and talk about how she'd been raped...by their son. She couldn't talk to him about this over the phone, and she doubted he'd cancel the trip unless she gave away the game. What was she going to do for almost a week, home alone with Marc?

What if he tried to fuck her again? She was in heat...and she couldn't deny how he was making her feel. Could the panthress manage to say no? Especially if he were willing to play it safe and use her ass. She whimpered and clenched hard around Marc.

"There's a good girl," Marc growled, ravishing her tunnel. With a deep breath, he reached around her hips and slid his paws to her panties, the cloth still firmly to the side. Fingers spread her freshly bred cunt apart, dipping in and finger-fucking the aroused woman.

"Marc! Marc!" she yowled, so many sensations filling her body, she was overwhelmed and came then and there, squirting all over his black-furred legs. Her rectum spasmed around him, and March couldn't stop himself anymore, hammering all the way in and letting his barbs swell into her burning walls. A second, thick load of cream filled her aching, cracked pores, soothing the dull ache he'd left behind.

"Young man...you are in so_much trouble!" she growled, panting for several minutes as he abused her. "You're grounded for a week! _Two!"

"Haha," he said, slapping her ass as he pulled out of her dripping ass. "You're the one who looks to be grounded, Mom."

"This isn't funny!"

Marc said, "You're damned right about that. So you know how serious I am when I say you aren't getting out of that fence any time soon. Why would I let you out just to get into trouble?"

Mary paused. He couldn't just...leave her here. Could he?

"Hey, Todd, you hanging with Gwenny? No? Great - you gotta come over. I've got someone to show you."

Mary's mouth gaped open. He could, and he would.