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A ball of purple fire sits atop an orange, black and white patterned finger. Lazily, it burns lightly as it balances precariously on the claw of this finger, no larger around than an orange, nor does it singe the hairs despite being so close. Said finger begins to flick back and forth slowly, like the tail of a dog, carrying the fiery ball from side to side. It travels down the side of the finger until it reaches the knuckle, and then the hand controlling it flicks the finger, popping the minute flame onto the claw again, only to repeat on the other side.

The purple glow of the cool fire contrasts nicely against the orangey sky that rests on the horizon as the sun sits just above. It's sunset, and the sky fades from a crimson red to a soft violet directly overhead and then to a deep blue behind, ushering in the night. The night brings a soft breeze that gussets and flows around, cooling what the sun warmed during the day. It did not, however, affect the gently licking flames of that curious purple orb of fire.

It belonged to a magician, a sorceress more specifically, who is, as we join her, lazily lounging on one of the many full length couches dotted around the Library, where she worked. Currently she was outside, watching the sun descend behind the sea, toying around with a little ball of soft fire she'd conjured whilst waiting. Behind her and inside sat the Library, a large building that seemed to be full to bursting with all manners of tomes, scrolls and magical books, yet there was always space for a new one whenever it would arrive to be stored. As Librarian, the sorceress was in charge of every book. She'd see to its care, see to it having a safe place where she and other budding magicians could delve into its knowledge.

Her name; Racheal, and the orange, black and white pattern of her finger marked her out as a tigress, and quite a physically imposing one too. She stood perhaps close to seven feet tall, which would have been enough for most by itself, but her body itself was particularly curvaceous. No one had particularly cared enough to ask whether it was home grown or she had used her significant magic to bolster her attributes, but either way Racheal possessed a hefty bust that was larger than most visitors' heads by a long way. Usually, these beauties were confined by a colourful straining bra and a customary purple jacket that had not just soft, white lining around the wrists and collar, but was almost completely open to the air, which she used to heavily display her breasts that bordered on gigantic. Quite often she'd catch a young, male wizard glancing her way for a little too long, after which they'd either blush or stand up, shielding their groins with the newest book.

It never helped that she'd toy with them slightly. Sometimes she'd lock eyes with them and give them a wink or pucker her lips in a quick kiss. Sometimes she'd push her bust forward so that her breasts would look even larger than they already were, and the young magicians' jaws would hit the desks. And that was all behind her own desk; when she was reassigning the books back to where they were, she might run into one of them, and they'd get to see her up close. Rachael kept a little note book of how many fainted, and before she'd closed for the day it was all the way up to six.

But she was just killing time, waiting for a little otter friend to stumble around the corner panting and out of breath because he was late. Her little otter friend was in fact her little otter boyfriend, and he was two hours later than he should be. The little ball of fire she conjured was just a little thing to keep herself not bored of waiting; it was a spell in a little book she'd read while waiting. She always carried at least one book with her at all times, if there was a lapse or a lull in what she was doing, the book would flip out and her eyes would scan across the page and her mouth would move as she recited to herself the enchantment upon there.

But her patience had worn thin after two hours of waiting, and she wasn't one to mess around. Perhaps a bit angrily, she stands from the couch in which she laid, quenching the fire that had danced upon her finger as she moved. He'd never be here if he was this late, Rachael would have to find him herself. But wouldn't it be hard to find a single person in a city that size? Well Rachael had already thought of that; because this wasn't the first time that he'd not shown up to a night out.

Last time she had put a little marker on the back of his leg to track him were this happen again. It was invisible of course, there was no need to alert him to it, and it would only glow when she looked for him. All it took was the scoring in the air of a runic shape using the same claw that juggled the small orb of fire. The shape she carved hung in the air, shaped as if her claw had carved it from paper. It too had the outline of violet fire, though the flames were small. She drew the shape of the rune on his calf muscle and waited. It'd only take a few seconds for the magic to expand all the way out to where he was.

It hovered in the air for a second, and then formed a large arrow pointing towards a large warehouse that was just about visible. Rachael sighed; she knew what the warehouse meant. Her little otter was a little busy with his friends, running around like idiots across walls, up walls, down walls and any which way they chose to throw themselves at walls that day. The warehouse was a place where her little otter friend hung out a lot, exercising his parkour skills. No doubt he was simply running at walls instead of being with her, eating out at a restaurant.

Rachael began to draw in the air again, shaping another rune that would bring her close to the otter. A grin split her mouth, displaying the predatory teeth of a real tiger as a plan formed in her mind for what she might do to him as punishment for being so late. Such a punishment would have to remind him just how unwise it was to betray a promise that he made. Quickly, the runes crafted a spell and it was done.

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The drop was fifteen feet, but the otter made it without a problem. The impact on his paws was soft, and a roll ensured that his legs didn't buckle under the force. There was a little requirement for his head to dodge left, as the bulge in the too-tight pants he wore tried to club him in the head. He was prepared though, and the basketball-sized testicles and foot-long cock passed by. Momentum carried him to his paws, and he was back at pace.

"Slow down Bobert!" A voice cries out behind him, in fact all voices of struggling and straining to run and navigate the obstacles were behind him. The voice belonged to a friend of Bobert: Scottio who was as much a horse as Bobert was an otter, complete with an equine muzzle and similarly sized package.

"Catch up then!" Bobert cried back, vaulting over a chest-high wall, making sure to avoid his junk with its lip. And he was away, landing clean, though Scottio had made a little extra ground up, but it was too little and a bit too late. All that was left was a ladder and then the roof; the finish-line was just after that. "I thought horses were meant to be fast!" He taunts as single platform is all that stands between him and the final ladder, and with a strong push off of it, Bobert soars the several feet until he grasps on to the steel structure and begins to hoist himself up rung by rung.

He's barely a few feet up when there's a rumble and Scottio lands on the ladder with a renewed purpose for victory. Sadly the only way he could win now was to out sprint the otter at the very end, which wasn't as easy as it sounds, especially seeing as Bobert was toying with him by slowly thrusting his hips back and forth to make his large balls swing like a pendulum above him.

"What's wrong, Scottio? Can't get past my balls?"

"Maybe if you'd stop using your cock like a damn rudder I'd be able to get past!" He retorts as Bobert purposefully takes his time on the ladder, much to Scottio's frustration. The trousers above the horse's head bulged with the size of the Bobert's stones, merely an inch or two away.

"Push past me then."

"Get up the fucking ladder!" Grudgingly, Bobert continued up the ladder, taking his sweet time while he did it. The access hatch to the roof was in easy reach now, and both the two of them were still quite a way ahead of the rest of the pack, enough at least that Bobert could taunt him for as long as he wanted.

Then the eve-lit sky was above the two of them, and the cool air whipped past them. A small hatch had opened, and Bobert was obviously the first one out. The otter had barely begun his run after making it to the roof before the horse was just on his tail. Their gait was surely strange as they had to run without knocking their own hyper-sized tackle.

Ahead of them was a small strip of tape held between two posts. While Bobert was better at agility, Scottio was faster. Had the ending been just a little further away from the port, the speed would have helped him to finally overtake the mouthy otter, but it was just a little too close for him to fully take an advantage. And so, just as the horse had gotten to his hooves, the otter broke the tape, hollering and cheering as he did so. The 'clop clop clop' of the hooves was right behind him, but obviously they were slower as the race was over.

"I thought...I was the fast one." He says, panting and crossing the line a few seconds later than his otter friend. Scottio is upright for a single second, before bending over forwards to put his hands on his knees to regain his breath. His balance remains stable for another second before Bobert pushes him with a hand to knock him over onto the floor of the roof.

"And now, your punishment for coming last." He smirked as Scottio fell to the floor onto his back and he stood over him, almost brandishing the tools of his humiliating punishment to the prone horse.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Scottio questioned before his forced punishment from the otter became obvious. Being hyper-endowed, Bobert found it amusing to grind his large cock against people; especially those that he felt deserved it. Scottio was one of those people who he felt deserved being humiliatingly pushed around, and since the horse had been all show and no flak before the race, it was important to show him who was boss.

Bobert straddled his chest and plopped down heavily on his body, ensuring that the heavy, musky balls were resting nicely beneath Scottio's chin and the tip of his sweaty cock tapping lightly on his head.

"What's wrong Scottio? I thought you said you were all faster than me. Well well, it looks like you're still the slowest horse I've even seen." He chuckled, sliding back and forth on his head to smear the sweat against the horse's features. Naturally, the reply was completely muffled, which only caused Bobert to laugh out again. "Y'know, I think I know this course a little too well, you'll need something really new if you're ever going to beat me."

The words "I was close" were somehow made out, ushering in another stream of laughter from the otter, who was finally catching his own breath as his hyper-cock smothered the face of his opponent in the nicest way possible.

"Next week we should try something taller, this warehouse isn't that big."

"Maybe you should try the restaurant." A female voice called out, husky and deep from beside him. Bobert turns, recognising the voice, but a strong hand clasps the back of his clothes at his neck and hoists him off of the squirming horse, right into the air where his feet don't even touch the ground. Scottio gasps a sigh of air, relived he can finally breathe, and from his position on the floor, he could see who'd barged in from nowhere. "And I'm plenty big for you hun."

The rune that Rachael had drawn into the air had taken her to appear on the same roof from nowhere, right next to the finish line. Almost like a doorway, she had stepped through and found Bobert playfully asserting his dominance on a poor, little horse. If he was teaching him who was boss, then she would teach Bobert who was really in charge.

"R-Rachael!" The otter cried out as he was lifted up into the air with a single hand and turned to face the tigress.

"Did you forget about our date?" She smiles, looking down at him past breasts that were each wider than his head, which threatened to burst out of the tight, purple blouse she wore.

"Date?" For a second he was confused. What she talking about for a date? Tonight was parkour night like always. Then it began to click in his head just what she was referring to; a drunken slur a few nights back. As the word left his mouth, she smiled, and then with a strength that defied her size, pulled him tight against her large, curvaceous form, burying his head inside the soft, plush breasts that his eyes had been fixed on.

Perhaps coincidentally, the other runners began to arrive just as Bobert's head disappeared into a gigantic cleavage. The first few who were behind Scottio (who had gotten up and walked away, muttering under his breath "Not dealing with this shit") at first did not notice the ten foot tall, super busty tigress trapping a squirming otter into her bust. But once they had crossed the finish line, they began to quickly notice. Luckily, neither Rachael nor Bobert were afraid of a crowd, and in fact she seemed to feed on their surprised reactions instead.

"Oh look..." She whispered to Bobert, who was still squirming against one arm that held him tightly to her, "...we've got a crowd. Should we give them a show?" Bobert's cock that was usually flopping around was now trapped between her thick thighs, which squeezed him to a little more than just excitement. Every little motion she made to keep herself upright had her thighs roll his hyper cock from side to side, teasing him. If he tried to reply, his voice was now muffled between Rachael's breasts, and with her strength he could barely move.

Her hand stroked down his back, tracing her fingers along his spine in a way that makes him shiver and struggle with slightly more gusto. The hand makes its way down until it touches his tail, at which point he stiffens for a second between her thighs, until she moves her hand away to move back up his body onto his shoulders. The grip on his body loosens, allowing him at least to take his head out from her warm, deep cleavage and retort.

"Put me down, Rachael." Bobert says, trying not to let her know that she was making him erect with her warmth against him.

"And why would I let you go now?" She replies, bending the long, furry tail behind her to arc between her legs, just tickling the tip of his cock with the soft fur of her tail, a move that earned a hushed murmur from the crowd that was watching and slowly growing as people caught up and finished their race. Many shielded their groins and tried to turn away from the sight. "I've got to punish you for being late." The tail tip had begun to coil around his erection that slowly became more and more erect with every passing second. She definitely kept that tail in top condition, because the thin layer of fur was blissfully soft as it wound clockwise around his length, stopping only when her thick thighs impeded her way.

"You're very easy to start going, aren't you?" Rachael spoke up, louder than if she was just speaking to him, addressing the crowd without even looking at them. "Always raring to go at a moment's notice." The tail continued to tease his cock, slipping the soft fur against his hardening erection while her hand on the back of his neck kept his head staring at her bust.

As she relaxed her grip slightly, Bobert tried to escape by doubling the effort with which he shook and squirmed in her grasp. This earned a chuckle from Rachael, who looks down at the otter as he's nestled just in front of her bust. With just a tightening of her thighs, she urged a moan from his mouth, and his struggles slowed to a near stop. "All you have to do to excite this little otter is hold him tight, tease him a little and he just melts in your arms." Rachael teased.

The tail that was coiled around just the tip of his shaft tightened as she continued to verbally taunt him in front of the small crowd that had gathered. Some hadn't even finished the race, and instead had stopped a few inches from the finish line to watch. Rachael wasn't even watching them, she was too busy slowly teasing the otter by holding him against her body and watching his reaction when her breasts smothered his face. With strength, she pulled him up a few inches until his head was on par with hers.

His cock was drawn along with him, and a small tug-of-war broke out between her thighs, which still gripped tightly, and the movement of his body upwards. As he was hoisted to her level, Bobert found himself subject to her lustful gaze, perhaps heightened by the hemispherical blue-glasses that were perched on her nose. Most of his torso was being almost engulfed by her bust, and any movement threatened to burst the strained buttons that somehow held her huge breasts back.

"Sometimes, you can really toy with him just to get him all excited." She spoke again, leaning over towards the struggling otter to lightly nip his neck. The slight sensation ran down his spine and into his stiffening cock, which was still being toyed with much as he was. Rachael's husky breath ran across his ear as well, and it was quiet enough that only he heard it. The quietest sound of her soft lips opening hit his ear, and the slip of a dexterous tongue joined it. A second later, the tongue licked, forcing him to hear the soft, wet sounds up close and personal.

"Rachael." Bobert gasped, struggling against the single arm that held him against her curvaceous body and the other that was stroking itself up and down his spine, all to tease and arouse him.

"And what would you think your punishment would be?" She whispered, before switching back to her public level. "Leaving me to wait two whole hours for you, we're having that date later tonight whether you like it or not. And since we have an audience..." Her gaze flicked across to the thin runners who were hushed by it. "...we can show them why it's not a good plan to cross me."

"I...forgot, I honestly forgot." He tried to apologize.

"Then don't forget next time." Rachael smirked, licking her lips an inch from his ear, before wrapping both arms around his chest and pulling him the tightest against her body she had all afternoon. Bobert almost disappeared into her vacuous cleavage, just his arms, head and legs poked out from them, something that made the crowd murmur among itself with a hushed gasps as they imagined how soft those breasts would be. "Otherwise you won't be my boyfriend anymore; I'll just make you my toy." She leans in again, and pecks him on the cheek, leaving a large imprint of her lips on his face.

Then she pushes him away from within her soft, warm bust, releasing his cock at the same time from both her thick thighs. Her tail that was coiled relatively loosely around the tip began to unravel as he was pushed off by strength greater than his own. She never broke eye contact with him, and even though she had hoisted him up, her head was still above his.

"Now, let's begin."

Bobert expected to tumble to the ground and for Rachael to stand over him and her punishment to start. But he never did hit the floor beneath him, not even a second or two seconds later. In fact he was still in the air next to her, but her arms and tail were not touching him. Was he...hovering? Yes he was, and by her magic it seemed. While he had been distracted by her arrival and the summary smothering of his face against her breasts, Rachael had started to draw runes on his arms that allowed her to control their movements, and a large pattern on his back that allowed a little levitation, which she had power over. These runes glowed the same purple that the small ball of fire had earlier; the colour of her magic. If Bobert ever managed to use his own for anything, it would have a different hue to it, perhaps a green or a yellow instead.

"You haven't met this one yet." Rachael explains as both Bobert's mouth hung open slightly, and the crowd behind him take a step back, fearful that they would be subject to her magic as well. But she was only interested in punishing her little otter now. "But you make the most appealing subject to test this out on, and if it all goes well, then I guess I can try it again on you later." Ideas ran through Bobert's head for a brief second, only adding to his stiffness that eagerly displayed itself as a significant tenting of his pants. It was now getting almost painfully tender as the girth and length were constrained by his choice of attire.

Rachael's arm reached out towards him, her hand curled in a light fist. Then, she splayed her hand open, and Bobert's arms that were by his side now were flung to be as open as her hand, and his legs also widened their stance. His pose now was spread-eagled in the air, completely open and vulnerable to whatever she wanted to punish him with.

"I can control you now as if you were a puppet. If I were to close my hand, you'd curl into a ball. If I were to pinch my thumb and pinkie, you'd kneel like the toy you were, waiting for me." Rachael lightly tilts her hand from left to right, and Bobert tilted the same as if he were on a wheel. It even managed to stop him talking, which she'd later taunt him with by saying it was the first time he's ever been truly quiet.

Then her hand dropped to her side, but Bobert did not move. He was frozen in the air, all limbs trapped in place by her magic. No matter how much he strained now, he was unable to move even a single muscle; the magic held him completely still. Only if she wanted him to move, he would. The hand that bound him rose up her body, stroking across her belly and then over the large curve of her significant bust, and her fingers made the smallest of impressions upon the white fur of her cleavage. But it didn't stay, and instead went up to her neck, where it quickly transitioned across to her plump lips. Bobert heard a loud kiss of her lips against two of her fingers, and then Rachael extended her arm out into a pretend gun, and mocked herself firing it right at him.

Far from having no effect, the invisible 'bullet' shot towards the suspended otter, and upon contact, emitted a small explosion that engulfed his torso. Rather than the fireball being orange and hot, the flames of this magic shot were a familiar, deep purple and they spread across his clothes like wildfire. Naturally, Bobert yelped out at the fire from her magic touching his body, but as it licked over him much as Rachael had done to his ear earlier, it was warm to the touch, not burning hot nor freezing cold. That did not, however, stop the magical fire from burning his clothes to an ember, starting with his blue, long-sleeved jumper and working down to his tightly fitted black pants.

The crowd jumped back as his clothes burst into flame, but it was quickly shushed as they realised what Bobert had figured out only seconds before; she was stripping him of his clothes in a way that made them all wish that they were in his spot. His slim upper body became visible first, a stark contrast to the voluptuous bust and soft belly adorning the tigress standing beside him, and a few seconds later his trousers were nothing more than magical ash floating in the air. Bobert saw Rachael's eyes dart down for a second, and a coy smile ran across her face.

"Like I said Bobert, you are just a little boytoy for me to use whenever I want. So easy to arouse; just by being around you I think your mind drifts into a curious little haze and you really can't think straight." A large, and proud cock stood at half-erection at his groin, coloured a lot darker than his typical yellow fur. "Horny as ever, aren't you?" She smiled down at Bobert's frozen form suspended in the air. His hyper-bulge had been released finally, and it was such a relieving sensation as it came free of the compressive pants, to point like an arrow at whatever was in front, which in this case was only Rachael. In terms of size, Bobert's half-mast stood at close to two feet long, reaching down just past his knees. Had her teasing continued, it might have even passed his ankles.

Also free from their restrictive cloth prison were his balls, each one as large as a basketball that swung beneath him like two heavy pendulums. A sensitive spot, Rachael had found this out a while back and used it to tease him heavily. Just a brush of her tail against them would have him squirming and begging for more, and both of them knew how effective it was. For now, her tail was behind her simply swaying slowly from side to side, only barely visible behind her wide hips.

Rachael's hands start on her hips and begin to trace up her belly. Only her fingers touch her body, moving up towards the lower hem of her blue blouse. The crowd and Bobert can only watch in anticipation as with agonizing slowness, her hands slowly run over the edge of the soft fabric, moving towards the lower most button that was only barely holding the fabric together under the pressure of her large bust. An excited murmur spread along the crowd that was still present and watching; several had run after the purple fire had engulfed Bobert's clothes. Those that remained were about to be treated to a show.

Her fingers toyed with the button for what seemed like minutes, tugging and pulling on it until it slipped out and came undone, adding to the strain on the rest of them. Bobert's eyes were glued to her fingers, either by his means or hers, no one really knew. Rachael moved her hands up just a little further until they were touching the next button that had started slightly to tear at the fabric instead of popping off. Like before, she fumbled slowly with the plastic button until it gave up and undid itself. More and more noise came from the crowd now as several fought back the urge to undo their pants and join in.

Button by button came loose after a few seconds of playing around, until just three were left; those that spanned the size of her large cleavage. These were so close to popping that the tension could have been swum through like water were it any thicker. "While I was waiting for you, I had the chance to read a book that I've been waiting on perusing for quite some time." As she spoke, her chest moved up and down in a more exaggerated manner, and the buttons audibly creaked with each inhale. Bobert couldn't move his mouth to ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue as well as the lips of everyone who was paralysed by intrigue at the scenario in front of them: "What book?"

"What book would I have looked at for the last two hours?" Rachael pulled the green-backed book from nowhere, another trick she'd learnt the last time something like this happened. "Minor expansion 101." She licked her lips and winked at the trapped otter. "Last chapter: breasts." He began to squirm lightly, and the crowd silenced itself into a hush at her words. Rachael's hands roamed up past the buttons to rest upon her significant cleavage, ignoring the straining fabric that threatened to break at any second.

The fingers began to glow softly in a familiar purple glow, pressing into the plush texture of her bust. Almost instantly, they began to grow. Slowly at first, her already large breasts had inches added to them second by second. Bobert's eyes widened as his girlfriend's already expansive bust was becoming even larger than before. The buttons on the soft cotton blouse, which were already under massive duress, nearly squealed out as they were pushed even further to contain the tigress' expanding breasts.

In the blink of an eye the three that remained could hold out no longer and popped clean off. The top one whizzed past Bobert's head close enough that he heard the whoosh as it soared past. The lower button was even more dangerous as it passed right next to Bobert's balls, and the small flurry of wind in its wake was mildly terrifying, meanwhile the middle button managed to hit someone in the crowd, who promptly fell over nursing a lump on his forehead.

The blouse now lay in tatters, hanging loosely and weakly from her body, showing off more of the red bra beneath, which managed not to snap, at least not yet. With a click of her fingers, the blue blouse disappeared in a puff of purple flame, leaving the tigress almost in the nude.

"What else can I do without?" Rachael's hands then shifted around to her back, where it was obvious to all that she was deftly unhooking the straps that held it together. She could see that Bobert was getting more and more aroused with each passing second; his stiffening erection attested to that, growing longer and thicker. She let out a long, satisfied moan as the pressure from her expanding bust was released with the unhooking of the bra.

Something thick and soft slipped between her legs, coloured from tip to base in black, orange and white fur; her long, dexterous tail. She made the tip lick up her belly, before it reached her bust, and coiled around the bridge that separated the large cups right at her sternum. Rather than her hands doing it, her tail pulled away the red bra, exposing herself to Bobert and the excited crowd, who were silently cheering. The tail threw away the bra into the crowd, where it managed to hit four people at once. The expansion had stopped, but that still left each breast as wide across as Bobert's shoulders.

Adoring each one was a thick pink nipple, about the size of his palm across. Rachael winked at her trapped toy, and the hands that were on top of her bust slid down slowly to grasp at those nipples, drawing lines in her fur before she began to lightly tease and play with them. Her hands sink beneath her large breasts, and push them together in a way that only exaggerates the already impressive cleavage, showing off the softness as the minor movement causes ripples to spread across the surface.

"Aroused just by this?" She winks at Bobert, before squeezing her breasts together, and two fingers trap the nipples between them, ushering a short burst of pleasure up her spine. Her first moan is quiet, but just enough for him to hear it and stiffen again, growing to nearly his full size of two feet. "You're so easy to excite." But his view is pinned to what her fingers are doing to her body, and for the moment the tips are simply tracing circles around her nipples, arousing herself and him even further.

"Would you like to suck on one?" Rachael asked, lifting a breast from below as if to offer it to him, and as if he had the choice to decline. She made his head nod in approval with her magic, chuckling lightly while he vainly attempted to struggle away from her magical bonds. Of course, he never moved an inch without her wishing it, and now she did.

"Come here then, lick it clean." Without a hand gesture, Bobert's body was pulled towards her own, as if gravity itself was tugging him towards her. He could do nothing to fight against it, nor could he pull away as Rachael drew him against her curvaceous body. Bobert's view became entirely composed of her significant, expanded bust; soft white and orange fur gracing his muzzle. Her body was comfortingly warm against his as he was forced into her embrace. Like before, her arms wrapped around him and held him tightly against her.

With the added size to her bust, Bobert's head was completely submerged within Rachael's cleavage, and if she were to squeeze them together then anything above his shoulders would have been completely obscured. Inside was dark, very warm and incredibly smooth as the tiny struggles he was allowed stroked the fur onto either side of his head. Meanwhile the rest of his body had made contact against hers. Bobert's arms were dropped to his side and kept there, and his legs forced to be stationary; her magic wasn't over just yet. But most importantly, his large erection was pinned between her soft belly and his own. The larger than large balls produced a large amount of pre-cum which leaked from the tip and only assisted in making the sandwiched erection slipperier. Before he could settle being trapped against her, a large hand grasped the back of his head, and extracted it from within her soft cleavage, much to his chagrin.

"I didn't pull you here to squish your head between my tits." She chuckled, moving his head slightly to one side so it pressed heavily against one of the large nipples. "Go on and lick it. Suck it. Open wide." Rachael commanded. Magic controlled him to do exactly that, and his jaw opened outside of his control. Her hand then pulled his head against her soft breast, and the nipple slid right into his mouth. Warmth and wetness was instantaneous on her nipple, and his inquisitive tongue didn't hold back from slathering itself healthily around what she had offered to him.

Rachael groaned out and pushed his head harder against her bust than before, trying to get more than possible in his mouth for him to lick at. The other hand held his body against her, keeping the pressure of him against her body constant, and to make sure the struggling only teased his cock more and more. It was getting quite hard between them, the sensation of her soft, warm body, the scent of her fur and the eroticism of her movements made it that he was a prisoner to her desires.

Rachael felt him struggle just a little more when she began to slide her long, smooth, furry tail over his balls. Were his mouth not full of her nipple, he'd moan out clearly, rather than the muffled grunt that barely issued from his mouth. The small vibration of him reacting to her tail rumbled across her nipple, urging forth a groan from the tigress, who only doubled her efforts in entangling his balls inside her soft, long tiger tail.

It was long enough to make two separate coils; one around each of his balls which she could control separately.

"So full and heavy...all for me?" She cupped each one separately, but never let her tail stop on them. Each second they would move to stroke the soft fur across the sensitive surface over and over again, delighting the poor squirming otter. Bobert could feel how well he was doing by how her hand on the back of his head moved. It would grip him tighter around his skull whenever his mouth would close over her nipple and he'd suckle on it while teasing with a tongue. Rachael approved of his slow kissing sounds, and the feeling of his warm mouth over her sensitive nipple indeed was arousing. It didn't help that her tail between her legs was rubbing up between her legs.

Beneath her short, thigh-length skirt Rachael wore no panties, and her nether lips were exposed to the air. The girth of her tail was being jammed against those sensitive lips, taking with it small droplets of a building arousal which stained damp the fur. Once or twice, Rachael had to grit her teeth to stifle her groan at that sensation, but she knew that she wouldn't last for too long at this rate.

Bobert could feel the soft tail tip lathering away at his balls like the careful tongue of a skilled lover. Each time it stroked a specific, certain spot on his groin, Bobert would let out another muffled grunt as the nipple in his mouth demanded his attention. But the other one was getting jealous now; it wanted the same sensation of his warm tongue spoiling it with attention, and Rachael was more than happy to oblige her own body. The hand around the back of his head grasped tightly and pulled him away from the nipple. Bobert still had it in his mouth though, he had been sucking lightly on it, and now he was taking it with him, almost refusing to let go until Rachael's gaze met his own.

With a wet 'pop' the nipple came loose and the motion of it moving back sent a little ripple across the large breast. The tigress' strength came back into play as she moved the pinned, squirming otter to the other side of her breasts, and forced his mouth to the other nipple for him to lick clean as well. Without skipping a beat, Bobert's mouth latched around the new breast, and his tongue lapped away at the plump nipple presented to him.

In appreciation, Rachael's tail slithered further up his body, shifting slightly from his balls over to his cock, however the balls were large enough that trying to coil both at once was something she'd have to try later, maybe using that same expansion spell on her own tail. For now though, he'd have to settle with just a singular coil that wound tightly around the base. Bobert's hips tried to hump forward to feel more of her tail, but the way she held him ensured that that wasn't going to happen. Pre-cum still leaked from the tip however, and it kept on dribbling out like a water spout.

"You're getting too aroused for your own good." She leant down and whispered in his ear, stroking one hand down his back, moving close to his tail that would surely make him stiffen should she touch it or even brush against it. The single coil around his cock started to tighten as if it was a boa constrictor, pressing the soft fur against his throbbing cock even more that before. Bobert could feel the tingling beginning in his toes and finger that usually meant release, and sure enough the hot sensation rushed up his legs and down his arms towards his spine, and concentrated at his hips. The pressure built, and built, and built but there was no satisfaction of release for him.

"Did you think I'd let you cum first?" Rachael spoke as he squirmed and desperately thrust to try and release himself from the feeling of this agonising pent-up pressure in his groin. But her tail and magic worked against him, and he was no match for it. The sensation began to die away a few seconds later, but not before another burst of pre-cum leaked out of the tip of his cock. "Oh, tut tut, you're like a leaking hose with that thing." Rachael teased with another squeeze, her breath slightly panting from the licking and sucking of her other nipple.

Then she pushed Bobert away again, releasing him from her grasp and unfurling her tail from around his groin just like before. He struggled to stay against her, but magic was against him, and he could do nothing to fight back against it. Just like when she burnt his clothes off, Rachael pushed him back into the air, and she forced him to look down at his full-to-burst erection. On it was another of her runes, drawn by the tigress' tail when she wrapped it up.

"W-what's...?" Bobert croaked, finally able to speak without a nipple in his mouth or magic holding his mouth shut.

"A little barrier of mine, don't worry, it won't last too long." Rachael smirked. Bobert was alight for all of one more second, then the magic retreated from his limbs and gravity took hold. He sank like a ton of bricks to to ground, landing in a heap. The only thing even slightly damaged was his pride at being toyed around like this by Rachael, though the most important thing on his mind was not how to salvage his reputation, instead it was the demand for release.

A loud exclamation from the crowd attracts Bobert's attention, and his head turns to look at them to see what they might be looking at. But he barely even looks over towards the amassed ground before something tugs his head back towards Rachael.

"I thought a little toy is like a little pet. You don't let your pet out without a leash." Rachael spoke for the crowd to hear, and Bobert saw what she had done. A dark collar was fastened around his neck, tighter than any tie, and a slim chained leash attached to it, controlled by the tigress. Bobert was on his hands and knees, crawling around like Rachael's pet. Each time he'd look even slightly in a direction that wasn't her, she would tug on the leash to correct him.

"Now little otter toy, what's your job going to be?" She asked, slowly pulling him towards her. As tall as she was, and from his view on his knees, Bobert had a clear view up the short skirt she wore. A red tint ran across Bobert's face as he was brought to notice the plump, wet lips between her legs. She was perhaps as aroused as he was, but she was still able to control herself, and him to that matter with well-placed magic. A tug on the leash moved Bobert towards her, right up against her long, thick legs. For a second, he expected her to point down and her paws to be the focus of the worship.

But instead she hoisted upwards, pulling his upper body off the floor and his face up towards her hips. The audience rose up audibly as they saw his head disappear into the skirt and his body relax. The last thing he saw up her skirt was the heavy, wet lips that craved his attention rushing towards his face. Every droplet of her arousal was clear to him for only a second, before she pulled his muzzle right up against it.

"Lick." She commanded, a continuous pull on the leash forcing him right against her hot, thick and soft lips that pressed against his muzzle. The warmth and wetness were incredible, and it felt for a second as if just his head had been submerged inside a pool. Thick thighs clamped his head to ensure that, even if the magical leash managed to snap, Bobert wouldn't be getting out of his purpose that easily. As she commanded, the otter began to lick away at her soft pussy lips, urging a moan from Rachael and the one or two female runners who understood.

"There's a good pet." She grinned down at him, though his face was obscured behind the short skirt. Rachael could feel his breath lap across her pussy lips, and his tongue penetrated through only slightly. Its own wetness and warm was different from her own, and it stood out as it slipped in and out at Bobert's control. Perhaps every morning Rachael would ask...no, command Bobert to practise his tongue skills, using herself as his instructor. Usually it would take roughly several minutes from start to stop for Bobert to actually succeed, less if she was already aroused.

Bobert's face was so forcibly slid between her legs that his mouth was totally obscured and pre-occupied with licking and lightly sucking away at his mistress' thick, soft lips. He could only breathe in through his nose, and only then just barely. Each inhalation he made was totally tainted with the animalistic scent of her warm arousal. It was thick, swimming in his head and almost making him drunk. With each passing second, her alluring musk only grew heavier and heavier in his mind; that mixture of warmth, arousal and sweat was intoxicating.

"That's good, that's oh so good." She licked her lips as her little boy-toy passionately licked and sucked away on her engorged lower lips, and occasionally his tongue would push past them inwards a little deeper. "You're a born natural to pleasure me, pet." The leash would pull occasionally, enforcing her grasp on his body more and more. "You still need a little teaching, but you are irreplaceable." Rachael kept throwing glances at the crowd, knowing that not many people could take his place unless they went through what he put up with every day.

She watched one hand slowly move towards his erection, which was pulsing and throbbing for attention, but the rune on it prevented any release just yet. It didn't stop him from touching it, nor from stroking it up and down. His movements were slow at first, and then Rachael saw him speed up as whatever pleasure he felt from being both between her thighs and pleasing himself obvious led him to seek a futile release. A shiver raced through her body as he kept licking away dutifully at her.

"Perhaps you'd like a little reward for your services?" Rachael cooed, watching him stroke himself beneath her. He did not and could not reply, at least not with his face full of her soft nether lips. It was possible that he never heard her speak, so her next move to him came as a shock. The crowd could see it, they could see Rachael's soft, fluffy tail arc down from where it was behind her back to between her legs, dangling low enough that the tip was aimed at Bobert's groin. Several had to leave, holding their own arms so they didn't feel the necessity to please themselves.

As predicted, the otter jumped as much as he could when he felt her tail begin to coil around just the tip of his shaft. Slowly it formed several loops that individually tightened, then relaxed and moved, sliding the soft fur against his throbbing erection. It was just the barest hint of a touch, but the barest hint all around the head of his entire cock. Had she not been holding his orgasm back with the rune on the base of his erection, Bobert would have succumbed at least twice to her teasing. To him, it was both incredibly pleasurable and agonising to feel orgasms rise up and then dissipate without a climax. The little otter was in too much pleasure now to lick properly, and his tongue only lazily grazed against her soft nether lips, whereas before the wet appendage was delving between them before.

Rachael placed her hands on the back of his head, and then lightly pulled him away from her pussy, bringing his head out from underneath her dress. In the last light of the sunset, she could see that Bobert's entire face was damp with her arousal, beads of liquid sticking in his short fur. He looked up at her, mouth open and tongue lolling out; an obedient pet. Without another word, Rachael pushed him over onto his back with a thump so he faced the sky. Exhaustion from running and servicing her had rendered him tired enough that he never moved an inch left or right on the ground. It was to the point that even his hand stopped pleasing himself.

"Now, little toy. I'm going to reward you again..." Rachael's hands dropped to toy with the latch on her skirt, the last piece of clothing that prevented her from being totally nude. "...but this time..." She emphasised each phrase with movement of her hands towards the single zipper that was the skirt's last line of defence. Her fingers grasped the zipper's toggle and slowly began to draw it down, revealing to the crowd her lack of panties and the naked curve of her wide hips. Bobert could look up, and see her getting nude, something that gave him another throb down below.

"Now, I can't have you all primed and nothing to do." Rachael spoke, stepping slowly over his prone form as she looked down at him with a smirk on her face. "Someone's gotta take care of that, and it's gonna have to be me." She licked her lips and positioned herself directly above his hips. As usual for Bobert, his erection stood tall and proud, and now he was on his back it pointed up to the sky, or at least at Rachael, who was right in the way.

Her soft tail reached down and coiled around the base of it, much as before, but this time it was for keeping his cock upright and straight at her. Bobert was unable and unwilling to move, still panting to return to breathing normally.

"Still this hard?" She chuckled, squeezing tightly around the base of his cock. "You really are a horny little boy-toy, aren't you?" As she spoke, her thick, powerful legs slowly lowered her body down towards Bobert's cock, and a drip of two of Rachael's arousal dripped and landed on it. He squirmed a little as she neared him, warmth from her thighs nearly touching his shaft. Rachael could barely see him anymore past the curve of her significant bust, save for his head which upon it had the eager features of someone requiring release. Bobert hadn't looked at her this way since this morning.

An intense heat made contact with the tip of his shaft, urging a loud grunt from the otter as Rachael had lowered herself enough to touch it. More droplets spread across the head of his shaft, dripping down the thickness of his cock. Rachael held herself right there on his tip, teasing him one last time with her weight and warmth.

"Are you watching?" Rachael asked, not just to Bobert, but to the crowd of onlookers as well. Though no one admitted enough to speak up, they all were looking, intently as well.

Then, Rachael began to sink down on his shaft, taking the numerous inches inside her one by one. She gasped as the thick erection slowly pushed aside her soft, thick nether lips and the girth forced it against every blissfully plush wall inside her. If Bobert thought that the heat of just brushing against her soft lips was the pinnacle of pleasure, then, despite being familiar with it, the insides were unimaginably warm and comforting all around him. Bobert tries to thrust upwards, but there's something holding him down, more magic?

It could be his own body refusing to move any further. After Rachael's tormenting teasing, he was more tired than he wanted to be, and definitely as exhausted as she wanted him. It asserted her dominance of him; that he was this tired and she was still fighting fit. Bobert had let out his own groan as his sensitive tip was pushed inside her pussy. Only her heightened arousal even let him slip inside, the wetness flowing over his cock to admit him inside. Once the head was in, Bobert moaned out louder, in front of everyone, as she tightened around it using her strong kegel muscles in the words softest vice-like grip. If sweat hadn't broken out on his head, it was now from the strain of keeping back an orgasm until later; Rachael would always sexually punish him later if he orgasmed before her.

Because of his hyper-package, Rachael had quite a way to lower herself down until she reached his hips, and every inch of the way a new moan and groan leapt from Bobert's mouth. His hands would clench into weak fists, and his feet would squirm in some attempt to deal with the pleasure, but the insistent way she slowly took his hyper size inside of her thwarted each attempt he had at fighting it off. The tightness only grew and grew every second as Rachael drew him in further, several times at least his hips left the ground by about an inch thanks to those strong muscles that tightened around his cock and drew him up, before she'd release and let him fall.

Even before Bobert was fully buried in her, he could feel the orgasm building up once more from the combined sensations attacking his arousal. Rachael's tail was seeing to the possibility that he could, and the tail tip removed the rune without his knowledge. If he was going to cum now, he'd be punished for it, but maybe it was worth it. As she descended, the tigress unfurled her tail, which had formed several loops around the base to keep him steady, but now that Bobert was mostly buried in her, it wasn't needed. Taking it off was fun; the little otter squirmed meekly on the floor as the soft fur trailed back up around his pulsing shaft.

Only six inches remained, and the girth stretched her slightly, though she had long since been able to accommodate him, even when he had control himself, and that was rare. With this new mild expansion tome, she could make him even larger. The thought excited her, and she licked her lips and inadvertently squeezed tighter around his bulge.

With as much strength as he has left, Bobert desperately tries to fight back from her tight, hot inner walls. He can feel her pulsing heartbeat through those walls; it was strong, but slow, unlike Bobert's own which was beating as if he's just run around doing free-running for the past two hours. It felt like he was melting inside the tigress; intensely comforting heat that even threatened to singe his hips, a tightness that defied imagination with its enveloping, all-around grip, and the wetness from her arousal and his own that combined to destroy all attempts at friction.

"Last inch." Rachael smiled, fighting back her own moans as she managed to stop her descent using her legs and strong inner muscles. "You feel as if you're about to burst." Rather than drop to his hips, Rachael instead chose to gyrate her hips from side to side, pulling his cock left and right, admittedly only by an inch or two, but enough that Bobert audibly groaned, doing anything possible in his power to push away the sensation that was currently flowing from his fingers and his toes towards his groin. It was the third time he'd had this same sensation that hour, all at her control. With this gyrating of her hips dragging his erection from side to side, Bobert would barely last a few more seconds at this rate, already the warm flood of pleasure was concentrating in his groin, and the pressure built and built.

Then Rachael dropped without warning, slamming down the last inch into her tightness. Hips bash against hips, nearly pushing Bobert through the roof. Both their grunts echo out as one; hers is one of pleasure, while his is that of ecstasy. The final slamming down had pushed the otter over the edge, and he could take no more of her teasing. With a weak, tired attempt at a roar, Bobert's body convulses and his cock lets loose with two basketball sized loads of cum, something that would overwhelm a dominatrix of any smaller size. However, Rachael was ready for it, as she had been many times before.

She felt his cum shoot out into her, powerful spurts that Rachael could feel pool inside of her. None dribbled out thanks to her insane tightness and the girth of Bobert's cock that filled her completely. For minutes and minutes, Bobert was in ecstasy, shooting off loads second after second into Rachael almost without stopping. Each time, she bends her tail to stroke against his squirming balls, urging another shot out into her body.

This teasing heightened Bobert's pleasure to nirvanic levels; Bobert's view of Rachael managing to fit his cock inside of her slowly began to fade into darkness. The otter was already exhausted from his run, and Rachael's prolonged teasing didn't help. Bobert was going to fall unconscious in seconds, his eyes already shutting and barely re-opening again. He could just about make out Rachael's nude body straddling his own, her large, soft breasts bouncing lightly on her chest and her persistent grin almost burnt in to his eyes.

Then, accompanied by a feminine chuckle from the tigress, Bobert drifted off to a quick sleep.

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It must have only been a few minutes later, judging by the colour of the sky above. It was nearly night-time now, with barely a hint of purple or orange from the sun still present.

"Hey, you awake?" A familiar feminine voice called out, and a large head, and larger breasts, appeared in Bobert's groggy view.

"B-barely." The otter managed to croak out. He hadn't felt this exhausted since last night when he'd persuaded Rachael to drink an energy drink. In fact his hips still felt a bit sore from those several hours.

"Great, because it's time for our date."

"What?"

"You know, our date, which you promised me before you went off running with your friends." These friends had disappeared, and it was now just the two of them alone on that roof.

"That was an accident, come on. I'm better than that." Bobert tried to plead.

"But I had to punish you anyway. Oh and it's still not over." Rachael pulled back, revealing she was back in her normal clothes, while the otter was still naked on the floor. "I'm just hungry, so we're having that date now. I'll have to punish you later, but I can't do it on an empty stomach."

"I thought I just filled you up." Bobert chuckled.

"You filled mana, not hunger." Without another word, Rachael walked away, leaving the otter on the ground for all of one second where he thought he could relax for a minute. He felt the loops around his cock far too late, and before he could say a word, she was pulling him across the ground using her long, agile and strong tail as a leash to lash him to her. He tried to stand up, but it seemed she was holding him down again with magic.

"H-hey, what's the big idea?"

"You still owe me an orgasm at least, so I'll take that from you later." Rachael's hand carved through the air, drawing patterns that he could not identify. "If you're particularly naughty during dinner, I'll tie you down and peg you until morning."

Bobert said nothing as Rachael turned and disappeared into her portal, tugging him along seconds later, though the thought of her using her strap-on caused him just a little more excitement. Then, poof! The two were gone and the roof was barren.