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Trent wasn't the kind of man to leave any job only halfway done, but when he first saw Vitani, he knew she was going to be more than a one-day project.

He was the type to take his time, and he understood the importance of a break: he couldn't do his best work when he was completely exhausted, and well into the second day of his arduous repairs of Zira's daughter, he was sitting on the couch with the aforementioned lioness, taking a load off his tired hooves and giving his throbbing fingertips a break.

"I'm not really sure why she hasn't taken yet...but I know you're not holding out on me," Zira murmured, her words both encouraging and damning in the same voice. "I've already seen the passion that you have for your craft, firsthand."

"As quickly as you transformed, it doesn't make a lot of sense to me, either," Trent agreed. "Not that...well, not that any of this makes any sense just yet, but I guess I'm not sure what it is that causes your bodies to change just yet. There's a lot I still need to figure out about this whole process."

For the first time in ages, Trent felt like he was in over his head with an order, and the genuine passion he felt for restoring old toys was keeping him interested, but he was up against a wall with his current situation.

He really didn't know why Zira had transformed in the first place, and that left him with no inkling as to what he could do to cause Vitani to awaken.

"As long as you're giving my daughter all the love, care and effort that you gave to me, I'm sure she'll wake up when the time is right," Zira suggested. "For now, the last thing we need is you working yourself into a tizzy over a minor hiccup in the process."

It was comforting to hear Zira speaking to him that way: she'd already taken something of a motherly affection to the young crafter, though the experiences they continued to share together were of a deeper intimacy than even that.

"I just hope it goes as well as it did with you," Trent admitted. He was stressed, so much that he didn't even realize the implications of that statement until he'd uttered it. "I...I m-mean li-

A pawtip came to rest against the edge of his muzzle. "Shh...I know what you meant, Trent. You're not so impure as to do this purely for carnal reasons...you're a caring man with a good heart, but your mind is clouded with stress. Why don't you try and blow off a little bit of that steam? Maybe it'll reveal something about my daughter that you hadn't yet considered..."

She could have made the claim that he wasn't of a dominant enough soul to be the proper leader of their pride just yet, and later on, it would have made for a fantastic revelation...but truth be told, she didn't know if he was ever going to figure out the puzzle or not.

In her subtle, lusty greed, Zira was just curious how much intensity she could milk out of the young zebra, now that she was starting to see him come unglued for the first time.

"I don't know how doing that is going to help anything, Zira."

"You can't work at your best when you're so stressed out, can you?" she asked, though the subtle lift in her eyebrow made it clear that she would have been interested, whether or not she was looking for an excuse to start something. "You need to relax a little bit, or you're never going to find out what the problem is..."

She was already being aggressive enough with her stare, but as she leaned her feathery weight further into Trent's side, she could see a little apprehension about the zebra, as if he was worried that Vitani was going to spring to life in the middle of their lovemaking and catch them in the act.

Are they actually related? Like, they're plushies, so...does it count? Would that be like a daughter walking in on their mom?

His brain was wandering more than it should have, especially when a mostly naked lioness was stroking at his side and doing all she could to distract him from his work. In such a short amount of time, he'd already learned better than to keep Zira waiting when she was showing such obvious signals, but he couldn't remember the last time that he struggled with a repair job so mightily...and that was taking a toll on his mental health that he hadn't anticipated.

If Zira kept poking the bull, however, she was going to get the metaphorical horns; beyond her daughter's repairs being done well, that was all she seemed to care about.

"Guess I've always been really bad at that," Trent confessed, finding it harder and harder to relax when Zira was creeping further across his chest. Her breasts parted around his shoulder with the familiar tickle of felt as her fingertips crawled across his shirt, and at the very ends, impressively realistic claws began tugging and teasing, but even then, the zebra remained steadfast about putting Vitani's repairs first. "I hate the idea of leaving something halfway done."

"Why don't you try something else for a little bit, then?" Zira asked, being a bit more direct about her suggestions as her sexual frustration continued to build. "Sometimes, it's easier to complete a larger task by reminding yourself of what you can accomplish...doing a couple of simpler things to remind yourself of that sense of accomplishment."

Her unique blend of motherly encouragement and subtle dominance were comforting to Trent, but they didn't do anything to hide her intentions: Trent knew she was trying to sneak a quick fuck out of him, and much as he didn't think he'd ever be so frustrated that he couldn't get into the mood, he was quickly approaching that state.

Though she hadn't said it yet, that was just what Zira wanted for him: she'd been the one to initiate every sexual encounter for them since she came to life, and if he was to be the proper leader of their new pride, he needed to prove to her that he could take charge when the situation called for it.

This difficulty was proving the perfect situation, but she didn't want to spoil anything...she wanted everything to be as organic as possible when the zebra finally either broke down and pushed back, or proved that he wasn't the right man for the job.

"That's...n-not a bad idea, honestly," he admitted, though it took him another moment to realize that she wasn't actually talking about doing another small project or tackling an easier toy repair. "...But in what way, exactly, are you an easier task to tackle?"

"You already knew exactly what I'm after and what you need to do to make me happy," Zira assured him. "If you'd just get the hell up from this couch and do it already, I can promise you'd feel a lot better when you were done."

"And more accomplished?" he teased.

"I would have to imagine so. Can't think of anyone who feels less accomplished after cumming," she claimed, deciding that being subtle was not only overrated, but less effective than desired. "And I know I'll feel a lot better when you're all done with me..."

With her weight pressed fully into his shoulder and her muzzle rubbing against the crook of his neck, Trent could feel the genuine purr of an eager feline, rumbling just below the lobe of his ear and enticing him with the possibility of what was to come, if he were just willing to take the lead and overpower Zira, for once.

In as much, she'd already initiated again; she was willing to give him that opportunity, so long as he made the next move and wrestled the reins away from her...

...But she didn't anticipate that he'd wrap an arm so firmly around her lower back and tug her further into his side.

"Not that I plan to be done with you anytime soon," Trent explained, "But...maybe you're onto something, Zira. I really can't focus on the task at hand any longer..."

She'd known the zebra to be a timid man, and one who was too polite for his own good: he usually had to be given a push in the right direction to do something that would be considered dominant or assertive, but the alchemic combination of his own frustration with his work and Zira's constant encouragement were proving just what he needed to finally cut loose.

It was just a little bit to start, but even feeling the tension in his grip and the clench of his digits around her backside was a thrill to Zira...and the clench of her full, plush ass was a more than welcome surprise.

"Does that mean you're finally gonna take my advice and try something a little easier, then?"

"You should give yourself more credit than that," he claimed. "You're not easy...though I'm really glad to hear that you're willing."

She was practically throwing herself at him, making her consent rather obvious...but the presence of her warmth and soothing touch were the catalysts that Trent didn't know he needed, until he was acting at their behest.

Whatever beast was lurking within the zebra, it had finally been stoked awake, but Zira didn't anticipate the sudden turn and forceful press of his hips into her own.

"If you really don't think I'm easy, what makes you think I'll give it up just because you straddled me?" Zira asked, though her wink was telling enough.

Trent would have rolled his eyes, if he wasn't narrowing them on her own. "After the way you've basically thrown yourself at me since we woke up? I'm pretty sure I could do just about whatever I wanted to you and have you coming back and begging for seconds, Zira..."

He wasn't wrong, but her favorite part of it all was the fact that he was so willing to come out and say that truth, instead of trying to quietly exploit it.

"And here I was under the impression that you didn't think I was easy," she teased. Now that she'd gotten him started, she wasn't going to make things any easier for him...but she could already feel a presence about him that she hadn't noticed before. "Think there might be a little conflict between your actions and your words, baby."

"Pretty sure you're just talking in circles because I'm on top for once," Trent suggested, "And now that I am, you don't even know what to do with yourself."

"I know exactly what to do with myself," she argued. Her grin curled a little tighter; she was still fighting back against her own sexual frustration, but feeling Trent take the lead was making everything that much harder for her. "This is more about what you want to do with me."

"Figured I'd start by throwing you over the side of the couch and lifting your legs into my hips," Trent confessed, his voice undeterred by the usual, nervous stammering that he would have answered with. "After that? Not sure...but you're pretty smart. I bet you can figure it out."

Zira wasn't foolish enough to believe that Trent would never fall back into his old habits, but for as long as she had the dominant streak pulled out of him, she was going to enjoy it and stroke his ego, hoping to keep those aggressive flames fanned.

"You know you don't need to butter me up," Zira reminded him. "And you don't need to sugarcoat it, either. If you're gonna bend over the couch and fuck me, then...tell me what you're gonna do, and prove that you can be a man of your word."

Thus far, he hadn't promised much of anything to Zira, save for his willingness to repair Vitani.

Zira was giving him a fantastic opportunity to prove his abilities in other walks of life, and as the assumed mother of the pride, this was the one she was most concerned with, if she was being honest with herself.

She'd already been so honest with Trent, but she wasn't sure that she'd made her point clearly enough yet; she still wasn't sure until she felt the weight of his covered bulge pressing against her felt petals, but the growing, twitching length of his cock was making it clear that he could take the lead and run with it, when the situation called for it.

The poor zebra would be outnumbered and overwhelmed before he knew it, according to Zira's plan...but right then, she was just delighted to experience the unchained version of the equine, one-on-one, without any other lioness fighting for his affection.

"See, that's probably a good idea, but now you're making me wonder if it would be more fun to tease you a little bit, first," Trent confessed. "It's almost too predictable for me to just toss you around and fuck you silly, isn't it?"

Zira blinked. "W-well, perhaps, but it's not always a bad thing to be predictable, dear. I'd even recommend it, in this case!"

She was creating her own monster in the zebra, and already, she could see the knowing grin tugging at the corner of his muzzle as he rolled his hips into the gap of her thighs and pressed the covered flare of his equine cock at her parted folds.

Even that pressure was enough to break the determination in her expression, and as she winced, she sucked in a tight breath and tried to resist the urge to roll back at his covered bulge.

She knew she was going to fail, but as pleasure flooded her body and left her trembling against the couch cushions, she quietly hoped that he'd taken things even further.

He was well within his right to tease her for a little while, after all the teasing she'd given him; she could do little more than guide him with the obvious lust and desperation in her stare as his greater weight and strength pressed her into the cushions, trapping her in a web of her own design and possibilities.

"Would it be predictable for a man in this position to ask you to warm him up a little bit more, first?"

Zira had to pause and think it over, but as she did, she realized that Trent had flipped the script on her entirely: he was the one in her head, now.

"Perhaps, but I don't think you've ever asked for that ," she pointed out. "You really wanna shove that whole thing in my throat, hm?"

She didn't need to properly breathe, being a living plush...and Trent was only just starting to take advantage of that fact when he rested a pair of fingers on her quivering lips: she welcomed them right in, and he found the fabric of her tongue to be closer a silk ribbon than anything else.

It wouldn't be wet, but it'd be plenty smooth and slick, and more than accommodating for Trent's cock, once he finally finished fishing it out.

No matter how dominant he felt, that was proving a difficult task when it was already throbbing with such intensity, tenting his pajama pants and catching on the fabric every step of the way.

"If you really think you can take the whole thing," Trent countered. He was bordering on arrogant, but before he wrapped around to a level that would be a little too much , he reeled everything in, letting his body do the talking for him. "Then you're more than welcome to try; I never actually said that was what I was after."

Zira snickered. "You didn't, but honestly...what better way is there to warm you up, Trent?"

"I'm all ears for suggestions," he said, "But if you're offering to give me one of those, I'd be a fool to look off such a generous gift."

"You flatter me," Zira whispered, her voice a little softer and sweeter than Trent had ever heard it before. "It's just a blowjob, you know..."

His dominant flair was tinted with a hint of affection as he stepped up from her lap and stood over her, letting his full, throbbing length hang right at her lips. "Nothing you do for me is ever just that thing, Zira...I don't take your love for granted."

He was able to take control when the situation called for it, but he didn't lose sight of what really mattered, and still had a heart about him; Zira couldn't have been more sure that she'd made the right choice in picking the new leader of the pride, and she was delighted to show her appreciation in such an intimate fashion.

Her lips spread around the flare of his equine member with what used to be a grin, but hearing his words, she couldn't help the delicacy of her smile. It widened a little further as the silk of her tongue came to know his flesh once more, but this time, she wasn't allowed to take her time and get acquainted before Trent leaned forth at the hip, pushing his plentiful inches into the back of her mouth and testing his theory.

She didn't have a gag reflex, and when she cocked her brow at his antics, he met her with the kind of grin that she was used to flashing him: she watched as the pulsing flesh of his shaft continued sliding past her lips, until she was close enough to feel the warmth of his crotch at the edge of her nose.

It was a truly unique creature that didn't have to breathe, and yet, was able to appreciate the enticing aroma of the male that had taken her. Zira was allowed to enjoy the best of both worlds, feeling the pulse and warmth of Trent's cock in her throat without choking, but even then, she was becoming drunk with lust at the powerful scent that seemed to coat the very base of his length.

Once she was there, she allowed just a hint of her own dominance to creep back into the act: palms went flat against the curve of Trent's rump and fingertips clenched his flesh, daring him to push even further into her throat.

You can't break me, baby...but I dare you to try, she thought, and as she looked up at the grunting zebra, she hoped that her stare would be enough to get her message across.

Had it fallen short at all, her groping paws and digging claws would have done the trick: Trent was off to the races and pounding his length into her face, driving the shaft down her pliable throat and learning the unique texture of her tongue in the most intimate way that he could.

Though it was entirely different from the organic flesh and moisture of a normal tongue, Zira was plenty skilled with her own, and she was able to curl it around the entire shaft of Trent's member as it plunged into the back of her mouth over and over again: the only moisture that came was what he provided, as his precum stained the back of her throat and started seeping into whatever inner workings she had.

Normally, Trent would have been a bit more inquisitive about those, but with his arousal and dominance at an all time peak, he ignored those deeper thoughts and opted for physical results.

Taking her paws from his backside and pushing her wrists up over her head, Trent watched the lust in her eyes fade to more of a look of concern, as if the lioness realized that she'd bitten off more than she could chew...but every part of her act was intentional: she wanted her expression to show more than the peaks and valleys of her arousal.

As her throat was pounded over and over again, she wanted her eyes to convey a greater message: that she respected him as the leader of their pack, and whenever the mood struck him...her mouth was his to take, so long as he offered her the same.

Once he came down from the high of his intensity, he'd be more willing to make such an offer to her, but anymore, she was just along for the ride, and he was more than happy to take it as far as he was willing to go.

He just didn't realize how heavenly it would feel to pump his full length into the unique felt of her throat with such reckless abandon; his body was working against him, and he knew before long that he wouldn't be able to keep up such an act without painting the roof of her mouth.

Much as she would have been fine with that, and much as he would have been delighted to do it, there was no better way to prove his dominance than leaving his seed in another place, and he'd already promised her that he was going to take that next step for her: he wanted to be a man of his word in all walks of life, and that included the bedroom...or wherever the mood struck them.

That arousal was taking such a hold in Zira that she tried to break her wrists free so she could pull even more of her lover's flesh into her throat, but she'd already reached the base of the shaft and tickled her tongue along the underside of his sack, teasing his orbs with a touch that was so feathery and delicate, he wondered if he imagined it...

...He stopped wondering after the second pass, but another tremor of bliss forced him to push back from her lips, complete with a strand of precum to dangle over the tip of her tongue.

"What's the matter?" she asked, not needing the usual time to catch her breath and recover after such a brutal treatment. "Didn't enjoy the extra tickle?"

Trent felt a hint of his bashful streak returning as he gazed aside. "...L-loved it, actually," he confessed, needing far longer than she did to find his bearings again. "But I've got one more thing to do before we're all said and done here, and if you kept that up, I was gonna need a few more minutes..."

"The pratfalls of being organic," she teased. "Though...I imagine that makes you appreciate the bliss you feel that much more, doesn't it?"

"Maybe it does," Trent agreed, giving a shrug. "Pretty sure everything you've done for me so far would have felt wonderful whether I was organic or not."

This time, it was Zira who was fighting a fluster. "You really do flatter me, Trent..."

"And you've done the same for me," he noted. "But I don't think I've properly shown my appreciation, just yet."

"I mean, I thoroughly enjoyed that."

Trent grinned; it was rare that he had such a confident expression, but just as quick as it took his lips, he reached down and took her body, moving the light weight of her thick, plush frame with ease and lifting her from the couch...only to spin her around and leave her backside stuck out.

Her paws pressed over the armrest and, lending herself to her instincts, she lifted her tail for the leader of the pride, knowing better than to keep him waiting when the mood struck.

"So did I," the zebra confirmed, but just a single kiss of his flared tip against the petals of her womanhood made it clear how much more he had in mind for their day. "But it wouldn't be right for me to just keep stringing you along when you're feeling so needy..."

Zira was so content to lay back and let Trent thrust into her maw that she'd almost forgotten about the lust that drove her into such a position in the first place.

She hadn't realized that she was playing with her own womanhood at all until she had a moment to focus on the act, but reaching back with one paw and spreading her petals while the other braced against the couch was a formality: she knew Trent was going to take that next step toward proving himself...

...But she didn't know he'd taken it with such intensity.

"Worry about your own needs for now, darling," she offered to him, casting a single, narrowed eye over her shoulder. "Unleash the burden of your frustrations upon me..."

Trent was far from the most timid man in the world, but hearing such an invitation was more than anyone could hope to resist: the flare of his member pushed right through the delicate silk of her folds and into the comforting embrace of her womanhood, filling her body with such a rigid throb that it nearly bucked her brace from the armrest.

She was determined to hold on for as long as she could, but she didn't expect Trent to pump into her with such a powerful buck on the first thrust...or for him to keep right on coming with another series of deep, brutal humps.

"Only if y-you...cum for me, Zira," he growled breathlessly, knowing that he was already living on borrowed time, thanks to her previous blowjob...but he refused to give her anything less than the best he had left. "Don't you dare hold even an ounce of...y-yourself...from me..."

Gritting his teeth together and holding her hips with a death grip, the zebra leaned into her full, round backside and pumped against her, finding the soft cushion of her ass to be delightful on impact: there was no pain when their bodies met, allowing him to focus on the unique pleasure of having inner silks dance around his cock and clench his flesh with all the skill and vigor of an organic woman...but without the limits of one.

The ability to feel pleasure, as far as she was concerned, was no limit.

"As if I could possibly h-hold back when you're the one fucking me," Zira muttered, already rubbing her cheek into the arm of the sofa to try and dull the sensations. She was quick to find that looking for other forms of purchase did nothing to slow the zebra's thundering pace or the swelling bliss of her impending release, but this was just what she'd asked for: a powerful, domineering male that couldn't be resisted, when push came to shove.

She was shocked that it took so many pushes to get Trent to shove, but now that he was pounding into her body from behind, Zira's eyes were rolling back and the messy silk of her tongue was hanging over the edge of her muzzle, leaking the precum that was offered to him just as readily as his body was pumping a fresh load of it into her.

Her insides were soaked with that offering in a matter of seconds, but she knew there was so much more to be had, and at the base of his full, swinging orbs, the weight of that load was getting closer and closer, teasing her with the possibility after every single _delicious_thrust.

The very outline of his veins was being imprinted against the tender velvet of her vaginal walls, but even that wasn't quite enough to satisfy their mingled passion.

"G-gonna...cum..."

Trent's declaration came a moment too late: it was already too late for him to turn back, but feeling the first deep, powerful gush of his seed, flooding against her insides and soaking them through hurried Zira right along to her own climax.

She felt so completely taken, having lost the normally unflappable sense of control that she had...and the sheer wilderness of the act was building up to an even greater pleasure, as Trent just kept going.

"Shit...o-ooh, ooohfuck! There's still more?" Zira groaned, looking back at her lover with the same sense of disbelief that riddled her voice. "I can feel it, baby...it's...it's f-filling me up so much...soaking all the way in..._nnngods..._it's making me cum, baby!"

Zira wasn't afraid to let her passions be known, and when it came to satisfying Trent, she went above and beyond the call, even when there was no call to be answered.

In this case, she was having the favor returned with interest, and her body rolled against the armrest as trembling legs struggled to keep the light weight of her body upright...but even as cum spilled over from her stuffed, bloated womb and rolled down the inside of her thighs, she could feel Trent pounding into her ass and holding her body tight.

He was getting ready to push right through into a second climax of his own, allowing the push of his cum to coat his length and provide a little extra lubrication: the shared bliss of the same kept Zira panting as she looked away from her lover once more and bit her own lip, curling the felt into the realistic chitin of her fangs and trying to find a way to counteract the sheer ecstasy that wracked her body.

Nothing was working, and for a moment, whatever mind she had was completely blank. Thought came into reality and shattered, and any train that started moving went right off the tracks as she threw her hips back at the zebra with all the force she could muster...but she was completely outworked.

When the whole of his shaft and the weight of his organic body were pounding into her, Zira couldn't begin to imagine being dominant over him; she'd be sure to restore order when he'd tired himself out, but before they could properly begin their second round...or anything further...their ears perked to the sound of another voice in the house.

"Fuck's sake...who's dick do I have to suck to get my arm sewn back on?!"

Standing at the edge of the hallway and sucking in a tight gasp, Vitani watched as her mother was taken, brutally, by the impressive flesh and throbbing girth of a zebra.

" Mom, ew! W-what the fuck are you doing?"

Her tone was genuinely frightened and confused, but seeing her mother's new lover in action and thrusting away, she had to swallow back a hint of arousal before it had a chance to escape with her words.

"Figures...y-you'd wake up when I was...in t-the middle of something," Zira groaned. She reached back and tapped Trent, giving him a reason to pause, and just like that, the zebra was taken out of his dominant streak, bashful at the idea of being caught in the act. "We've got a few things to discuss, young lady!"

Save for her other arm, still in need of a few more stitches to stay in place, Vitanti was alive and well; it was only a matter of time before Trent experienced just how lively she could be.