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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Foreword: Nothing fancy here, just a short story banged out in a couple hours for some good old-fashioned smut. Taking things back to basics and keeping it simple while I try find my groove again. :3

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Mary McBride was a pain in the ass, being the preacher's wife in a small southern town had given her some sense of false power she really did not deserve or even actually have. Being that the town was one of the more God-fearing sorts, Mary often lorded her position over her fellow residents, with her holier than though attitude, the middle-aged border collie often looked down her nose at her husband's "flock". Needless to say, after years of getting away with her rather obnoxious attitude, simply because the townsfolk found it easier to acquiesce to her whims rather than deal with her disapproval, Mary soon got a bit too big for her britches. Soon she would be skirting the edges of the law; even the old sheriff had buckled under her steely gaze, as well as that of his wife whom would bear the consequences of his actions. Mary was simply put, a bully in sheep's clothing.

One Sunday morning, as she was speeding along the backroads between home and church, Mary paid little attention to her car's speedometer. At least until she heard the bleep of a cop's siren behind her, seeing the flashing red and blues in her rearview mirror she sighed with a roll of her eyes before turning into a sideroad to pull over. She recognized the car, it was the sheriff himself, she had dealt with him before, so the middle-aged collie thought she'd have no problem dealing with him now.

"License and registration" A deep rumbling and unfamiliar voice demanded, after they had pulled into a side road and out the way of any potential traffic. Not that there would be much, the majority of the town would be at the 4th of July barbeque right about now, which she should be at to judge the pie contest later in the day. But Mary had left her pie on the window at home to cool while she attended her husband's church service, expecting to dash home and collect it right after and be back in time to enter her own pie into the contest she was judging and no doubt would surely win too.

"I don't have time for this, just call the sheriff and tell him you made the mistake of pulling Mary over. He'll fill you in on the details" Mary snapped up at the large, unimpressed looking black furred ram. With his polished and curled horns glinting in the early morning light, he stared down at Mary over the rim of his sunglasses, clearly unimpressed.

"I AM the sheriff" He rumbled back in his deep voice, his thick arms folding over his broad chest and straining his shirt. Sure enough, framed by his bulging muscles was the sheriffs badge pinned to his pristinely pressed shirt.

"No, you're not. The sheriff is a good friend of mine. An elder portly fellow, could stand to lose a few pounds and maybe get some hair plugs too" Mary sneered and glared up at the big ram, ignoring his badge.

"Judging by the attitude, you must be Mary McBride...Allan warned me about you" The ram sighed, looking skyward and shrugging his shoulders. "I ask you again, license and registration, please..." he reiterated with an annoyed sigh.

"Look here, officer lamb shank, I don't have time for this. I need to get home and get my pie to enter into the contest!" Mary growled back in annoyance, slamming her palms against her steering wheel for emphasis.

"Step out of the vehicle" The sheriff said flatly, taking a step back and resting a hand on the grip of his pistol, flipping the retaining strap open with his thumb.

"What for?" Mary was not so easily intimidated, ignoring the threatening posture of the larger male as she leveled a rather bored look at him.

"You have failed to produce proof that this is your vehicle; under suspicion of it being stolen, I am ordering you to get out of the vehicle...now!" the new sheriff almost bellowed, his fingers tightening about the grip of his pistol and drawing it an inch from its holster.

"Ugh, fine..." Mary sighed and rolled her eyes, finally opening her car door and stepping out onto the dirt road reluctantly. No sooner had she done so, would she find herself spun around and forced over the hood of her car hard enough to knock the wind from her. As she gasped for breath, her hands were being twisted and pushed up behind her back uncomfortably before the cold bite of metal handcuffs snapped tight around her wrists. "What the hell?" the border collie growled and tried to turn around to face the large ram, but he simply and easily pinned her in place with one large hand gripping the chain between her cuffed wrists with ease.

"I'm going to search the vehicle under suspicion it is stolen and probably contains illicit substances." the officer informed a growling Mary. "You best stay put while I do, otherwise I'll run you down to the jail and lock you up for resisting arrest."

"Am I under arrest?" Mary snarled and spat back at him angrily, her lips curled and teeth showing.

"Yes...you are" the sheriff grinned back at her as he lifted a small bag of white powder from the inside of her glove box. "Doing a little nose candy between church sessions are we?"

"What, that's not mine!" Mary went wide eyed; she knew she didn't do drugs and certainly wouldn't have had any on her or near her. "You planted that!" she almost shouted indignantly.

"Ma'am, are you accusing me, the new sheriff of this backwater hick town of planting drugs on you, the preacher's wife?" he asked with a serious expression on his face, grinning broadly a moment later at the smaller canine's response.

"Yes!" Mary snapped back. Of course he had fucking planted it! Where else would it have come from?

"Care to test the theory of whom the townsfolk would believe? An officer of the law, or the bitchy cunt of a preacher's wife that's made their lives a living hell ever since she got here?" The sheriff grinned at her from over the open car door. His words were like a slap in the face as the realization struck Mary, he was right and she knew it. As much as she liked to tell herself and convince herself the people in the town were her friends, she'd heard the things they said about her when they thought she wasn't listening.

"What do you want from me?" Mary knew she was at a disadvantage; he had her trapped in more ways than one.

"Oh, I think you know...just like Adam and Eve, I do love forbidden fruit and you've got a nice peach" he smirked and reached out to give her pert posterior a firm smack and grope. Mary was still rather trim and fit, despite her age. Never having had kids was the only factor stopping her from being considered a MILF, a term she'd heard a few of the altar boys use when talking about her. She was curvy with just enough padding to be on the sultry side of voluptuous. Her fur a mixture of rich dark black and almost iridescent bright white, her eyes a dark shade of blue with long flowing and curly raven locks down about her shoulders. Right now, she was dressed in a light pale-yellow sundress which partially hid her form, but gave away just enough to be enticing, especially when the sun was behind her and highlighted her bodies silhouette just right.

"And if I say no?" Mary asked, with less of an attitude finally.

"I'll throw you in jail so fast, you'll be upstate before your husbands next sermon" the sheriff replied simply and honestly. "Don't worry though, I only want one thing and then I'll let you go..." he leaned over the collie to growl lustfully in her ear, giving the delicate flap of flesh a firm nip between his flat teeth and making Mary whimper. His big strong hands brushed and rubbed along her smaller form, from over her shoulders and then down under her front to grope at her breasts before moving over her waist and thighs. His touch moved back up under her dress along her inner thighs and moving higher until he was cupping her behind with a familiar grope, ignoring the threatening growl from the smaller woman. "Besides, it's not cheating if we do it here...right?" he mocked as he hooked a thumb under the back of her panties, pressing the thick digit in under her tail and right against her tightly clenched tail hole.

"What? I've never..." Mary gasped at the sudden touch to such a taboo spot. She'd never been much for the physical, even with being married to her pastor husband for almost two decades. Heck, she could count the number of times they'd been physical on one hand in the last decade alone, with fingers to spare! Now here she was, with a stranger feeling her up and suggesting they do such immoral and reprehensible things.

"Good, then you'll remember this and it'll be a valuable lesson for you" he mocked, lowering his big bulky form down to his knees behind her, his large hands working her sundress up and over her tail to expose her backside, clad in cute pink and blue heart patterned panties. Mary was oddly quiet for a change, the married canine staring off into the woods around them as she felt the officer baring her behind and shamelessly groping at her backside. Her eyes went wide when she felt her tail lifted and her buttocks spread, before a warm slick sensation swiped across her until now untouched pucker. She'd expected it to feel disgusting and uncomfortable, but the sensation the rams tongue left behind lingered and tingled in ways she didn't want to admit to herself. Then he did it again, and again, each time feeling better than the one before it. Soon the preacher's wife was gritting her teeth and trying not to make any noises of pleasure, but it was a losing battle. Not only because this was wrong on so many levels, least of all this wasn't her husband giving her pleasure, but also the method by which he was doing it to her. It wasn't natural!

"S...stop...please" Mary finally groaned out, unable to contain herself when the rams muzzle pressed between her buttocks and under her tail, while he made out with her pucker. His thick tongue was making good progress of getting her body to open for him and she was hating just how good it felt, she could even feel the dampness beginning to form at the crotch of her panties. At first, she tried to convince herself that dampness was just the big brute's saliva, but deep inside she knew the terrifying truth.

"What's the matter, preacher's wife enjoying getting her ass eaten more than she cares to admit? I can smell your cunt getting all juicy and hot" the sheriff smirked, finally rising to stand behind her again. For a brief moment, she regretted telling him to stop as his tongue was no longer pleasuring her. But then she felt his thick fingers wedge themselves between her cheeks, the digits sinking inside her backdoor with surprising ease thanks to his tongue teasing her little star open some.

"No..." Mary whimpered faintly, though without much conviction despite herself. The thick fingers felt odd, a little uncomfortable maybe, but nowhere near as bad as she'd expected...or hoped. Even less so when he started to pump them in and out of her, her ears lying flat at the sound of his fingers working her open, the 'schlick' sound of his saliva helping lubricate her. Her own fingers spreading wide before curling into tight balled fists, her nails digging into her palms almost deep enough to draw blood, but not quite.

"Good girl, getting into it now, I see. You want something up your shitter now, don't you?" the sheriff mocked when he noticed Mary starting to roll her hips and press back onto his fingers. She never replied though, but he knew she'd heard him by how her ears lowered again in embarrassment. He gave her backside a few more pumps with his thick fingers before withdrawing them, bringing them back to his own zipper to tug down and expose his thick ebony shaft. He knew she wanted to turn and look, but she was still too proud to do that. With a rough snort, the sheriff hocked a wet one down into his palm before using his saliva to coat his length, almost laughing at the faint shiver of revulsion coursing through the preacher's wife bent over before him. "Lift that tail for me" he ordered, grinning broadly a moment later when Mary did so without question.

"...lead us not into temptation..." Mary had her eyes closed, her lips moving in an almost silent prayer as the large ram guided his blunt cocktip under her willingly lifted tail. She told herself it was because she had no choice, trying to deny the lewd and evil pleasure he'd made her feel from that unclean and unholy spot under her tail. Her eyes screwed shut tight when he began to push into her, feeling like he was shoving a tree trunk up her virgin rear. Her hands balled into fists again, this time drawing blood as her nails dug into her palms while she strained against the handcuffs. The sheriff just gripped the chain between her wrists and used it to pull her back and onto his cock almost uncaringly, he loved breaking in new tail, especially tail that needed to be taught a valuable lesson in humility.

"Not bad for your first time" the ebony furred ram grunted when his hips finally bumped up against the preacher's wife's buttocks. Even some of his more usual playmates still battled to take him like this, even after the first couple of times. But the smaller collie woman in the pretty yellow sun dress had him hilted up her keister on the first try; he always did love how a nice virgin asshole flexed and clenched in protest around his cock like Mary's was doing just then. "No room at the Inn, huh? Looks like I found some..." The sheriff chuckled to himself as he reached his other hand down to gently brush the pad of his thumb along the stretched rim of the border collie's pucker. He held himself buried deep, enjoying the sensations fluttering around his cock until they quietened down some, before slowly withdrawing from her to keep just his tip inside.

Mary grunted and groaned with each slow stroke, feeling absurdly full again and again as a goddamn fire hydrant was shoved up her ass over and over. She knew she wouldn't be sitting right for a week after this encounter, but it was still better than the alternative. She could only imagine what those dumb gossips would say about her if she went to jail. At least that's what she tried to convince herself was important right now, not the slowly growing ball of fire within her groin. Every stroke of the ram's cock under her tail rubbing against sensitive nerves she never knew existed, binging untold and unwanted pleasure from such a taboo act.

Try as she might, Mary couldn't resist the growing pleasure. She wasn't well versed in the physical aspect of pleasure at all to begin with, so she had little to no defense against it. She'd never even had a real orgasm before, so the pleasure was almost overwhelming when the wave crashed against her shores and nearly made the preachers wife howl in ecstasy. "Well well, looks like the preachers wife is a little anal slut after all" the sheriff mocked as he began to fuck her harder and faster, sending her crashing into another climax so soon after her first. Mary had only heard of multiple orgasms, but she'd thought them just sinful talk and rumor, lies spread by the heathens to lure those with weak morals away from the wholesomeness of the church!

By the time the sheriff eventually grunted and snorted through his own climax, firing off thick messy ropes of cum up her back passage, Mary had lost count of how many times she'd cum from being sodomized over the hood of her car. She was barely able to retain consciousness, feeling almost drunk as the world around her spun dizzyingly. Vaguely she felt the ram withdraw himself from her backside with a lewd 'schlurp' sound, before her tugged her panties and dress back in place. Her handcuffs were removed, but still she remained leaning against the hood of her car as she clung desperately to remain conscious.

"See you around, Mary" the sheriff grinned, giving her aching behind a firm swat before he climbed back into his car and drove off, leaving the border collie to rest and regain her senses.

At first, she'd thought it must've all been a very lucid dream, but when she sat down in her car a while later, the ache under her tail told her it had been very real. That and the messy warmth she felt seeping between her cheeks to mess her underwear were undeniable proof she had just lost her last virginity to a stranger. Thankfully she had already been on her way home, perhaps she could get changed before heading back to the contest. Or perhaps she should just keep her dirty underwear on? The thought of walking around with another mans seed inside her ass did feel rather naughty, something she never would have considered doing before. Maybe she could find someone else to add to it too...the day was still young after all.