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"It looks really nice, doesn't it? I feel like this tight , sleek, black leather really brings out the white in my fur...wouldn't you agree?"

There was a presence that could reply, but it didn't. A male was staring silently at the floor, his cheeks radiant with a blush, and a shemale standing right in front of him, the white and black spotted fur of her dalmatian body wrapped in the squeezing confines of slick, smooth leather.

"Awww, come on, Francis...you've gotta give me at least a little input here!"

The muted purple eyes of the small, shy ram stayed pointed right at the ground, though Tesla could tell in a different manner that he was enjoying the show, much as he tried to avoid it in his timid nature. By her size alone, Tesla dwarfed him, as Francis wasn't even a whole five feet tall, and though her nature was to be more of a switch in the bedroom, Tesla found it all too easy to turn that switch and dominate her adorable little ram, whenever the mood so much as tickled at her fancy.

Sometimes, it was in subtle ways like this, where she would simply force him to stand at attention and watch her model different kinds of sex and bondage gear, but Francis knew better than to expect the show to stop so early; Tesla clearly had something more in mind, and the moment he might raise his eyes to engage her, it would all be over.

The sensation to see her sleek, leather-clad body, however, was simply more than he could resist.

"It's..." he paused, as his gaze slowly lifted up from the floor, trailing over the boots that carried all the way up to Tesla's knee, leaving her thighs completely bare of any clothing, but the leather picked right up again around her hips, leaving her crotch completely threadbare as well. Her thick, full member hung down between her legs, a little bit engorged just as the rush of the show she was putting on, and Francis could hardly take his eyes off of it to finish his visual journey, finally gazing over the way that the leather could do nothing to contain the large, supple mounds of delicate flesh that were Tesla's breasts. The sight of Tesla in the nude was enough to bring Francis to his knees all on its own, but with the extra element of dominance in play, it didn't matter that Francis was on his feet; his mind was already completely sold on serving Tesla and her every whim.

"It's amazing... so beautiful on your body, and it accents your every curve perfectly, but it restrains you, as well...it's showing me that there's more to you than what I can see..."

There was a glint of mischief in the mismatched blue and green eyes of Tesla, who allowed her lips to curl into a cheeky grin. "That makes perfect sense, Francis. There's a whole lot more to me," she mentioned, pointing down at her rather large member, "Than there is to you..."

When in the privacy of their own home, it was rare that Tesla would allow Francis to wear any sort of clothing...but at the moment, the small, flowing skirt of black pleats that hung around his waist completely covered his length, and even if he were fully erect, there would be very little for him to offer. Even as her cock started to grow, Tesla was already far more well endowed than Francis, and the inches of her length just seemed to keep coming as blood rushed through the sensitive organ and brought it erect. A tiny tent started to pop up under the skirt of Francis as he watched, but even when his own member was rigid and waiting, it was only around three inches, and while the thought alone would have made Tesla giggle, seeing it in action was always sure to make it happen.

"What's this? Looks like my little schoolgirl has been keeping a secret from me!"

Francis was every bit as feminine as a biological male could be, and the while the red-orange hair that ran down the back of his neck could be cut, and the thin coat of lipstick on his muzzle could be wiped away, Tesla was always looking for ways to keep that image around. Today, it wasn't just in a skirt; it was in a tight, form fitting top that left the midriff of his belly exposed, and the thigh-high, white stockings that covered up the gray fur upon his legs; panties were never allowed underneath. "I-it's not a secret..." Francis tried to protest, but his voice was every bit as weak as his will, and Tesla had already broken him.

"I didn't know anything about this," Tesla replied, "And I'm a little bit insulted that you would suggest such a thing!" It was all a game of sorts between the two of them, each one playing their role perfectly, and while Francis nervously gulped, unable to contain his stiff prick, Tesla was already closing the gap between them in their living room, her paws sinking into the carpet with each step as she got a little bit closer, and, frozen with fear, Francis didn't dare to budge, even when he felt powerful paws forcing him down to the ground and laying him out flat on his back with a quiet thud. "Seems to me like this little bitch of a student needs a very harsh lesson...it's the biggest cock that makes the rules around this school, and you don't even rank in terms of size..."

Time slowed for Francis as he tumbled back into the ground, but even if he were on top of his game, he couldn't stop Tesla; it simply wasn't within his will to do so. There was a silent and hidden pleasure rushing through his body, forming a small, damp spot on the front of his skirt as precum started to bead out upon the fabric, even as Tesla straddled his muzzle and rested her balls right upon the smeared lipstick on his lips.

"Clean my sack really nicely, and I just might not tell anyone about our little secret..." Tesla suggested, playing up her role all the way as she could immediately feel Francis darting his tongue out, but it was already a little bit too late. The hefty size and weight of her sack, combined with the stiff, throbbing cock that was drooling precum between Francis' eyes was already smothering him, and even as his lips sealed around an orb and tried desperately to suckle at it, airflow was already being cut off to the diminutive male. "Yes... that's the way, Francis...you want some air? You're g-gonna have to work for it!"

It wasn't just a want for Francis anymore, but a need , and the lack of oxygen was quickly getting to him. The little bits of breath that he could get between the tiniest sliver of space that formed from the crest of the sack on his lips was tainted with the scent of an unclean smell, a sign that once again, Tesla had gone straight from her routine at the gym back to her residence, just so she could share the moist sweat and heavy aroma with her favorite little submissive. There was no escaping it for Francis, who did his best just to coat the underside of Tesla's sack with a generous bathing from his tongue, but even as she straddled him, Tesla could feel the poor little ram struggling to get a breath beneath her...and it wasn't until she felt his quivering slow that she finally lifted up off of him to give him a breath. She could be truly evil when she wanted to be, but right then, making her darling femboy pass out meant that their fun would come to far too early an end.

"Ah...ah... It's too much..." Francis gasped, his chest heaving up as he took in a full, thick breath the moment he was freed. The sticky mix of sweat from Tesla's sack and his own saliva soaked the front of his muzzle, and from her new position, the tip of Tesla's member fell from the bridge of his nose and smacked him on the lips, robbing her of any feelings of sympathy for Francis and replacing them with lewd, depraved ideas. "P-please...don't tell anyone my secret..."

Tesla narrowed her eyes down at the defeated little submissive and pushed her hips forward, forcing the tip of her throbbing member in past his lips and right to the back of his throat, cutting off his oxygen supply again and this time, drawing even more pleasure from it. "I dunno, Francis...I don't think you've earned it just yet...how about you just keep that sweet little throat open for me and we'll see what we can arrange, hm?"

Francis couldn't reply to argue, as his entire mouth was filled with the impressively large cock that Tesla was sporting. He could feel the tip of it opening up against the back of his sensitive throat, but the sensation lasted for only a moment, as Tesla grabbed his curled horns and held onto them as if they were handlebars on a bike, using his own adornments as leverage to brutally pound the length of her cock into his mouth and further down, toward his gullet, despite the weak, pathetic gagging that Francis offered in protest.

"G-gotta speak up! I can't hear you!" Tesla teased, her voice stammering with ecstasy as she could feel every warm and wet part of Francis' oral confines clinging to her cock...literally sticking to and sliding over the massive girth of her member as it pounded away at his throat like it was nothing more than a common glory hole. "Of course, I suppose the same guy sporting this little package..." she paused, reaching back with a paw to grasp Francis by his small, twitching prick, "Would probably have a very little voice, as well..."

There was just a moment, fleeting, but wonderful, of pleasure for Francis. Tiny drips of his precum bubbled up from the tip of his cock and spilled into Tesla's paw, and at first, it seemed she might use it as a lubricant to slowly rub into his flesh...but that was a dream, far and away from the truth, as he felt delicate pawtips teasing down to his small, tensed up sack, and what started as the most gentle and feather soft of teasing rubs suddenly turned to an unexpected pain, as he felt Tesla pinching each orb in his sack, one after the other, with a woefully tight grip.

"Mnnn... a pinch to grow an inch, right? T-that's what they say...?"

Tesla, and her desire to embarrass Francis, knew no bounds. The emotional pain he felt at being mocked, however, paled in comparison to the horrid and low ache that started to rise up from his groin into the pits of his stomach, and as the painful sensation met with the overly full tickle in his throat, Francis reasoned it a miracle that he was able to keep everything inside, even as small tears struggled not to stream down over his cheeks, both from the pain, and the mere stretching of his cheeks as he struggled to keep tasting Tesla's cock. The quiet, though none-too-gentle SLAP of an open paw against his taut, tightened sack made him wince as he continued to struggle and choke around Tesla. Tiny streams of drool started dribbling down, out of the corners of his lips and down to the crest of his chin, making a slick mess of his neck as the bulge of what he was trying to contain pushed clearly through his throat.

It was a complete domination, and that little bit of pain radiating up from his sack as he gagged on a massive cock was every bit as pleasurable as he could ever dream it to be. The stinging, thrilling pain that radiated all the way into his thighs as Tesla pinched one of his orbs again made him groan in a mixture of hidden delight and undeniable agony around his mouthful, much to the delight of Tesla, who rewarded the submissive ram with a fresh burst of precum, coating his throat with the mess.

"Poor little slut...you don't seem to get it. I can't let you up if you're gonna keep gagging like that!" Tesla suggested, her lips curled into a devious grin as she tossed the auburn hair from her eyes, giving herself a better look of the show. She couldn't even seen the amethyst orbs of her lover, as his eyes stayed winced completely shut in his struggles, but the look of passion and desperate effort on his face was that much more arousing for Tesla, and knowing that she was already at the limit of what his throat could handle, she gave his cock another slap and loomed over him, squeezing his balls up tightly in a paw, just short of crushing them. "But...your heart is in the right place, Francis. I'll make you a deal...you wanna dress like a slutty little bitch? Then you're gonna learn to take a cock...just like a real slutty little bitch..."

Francis wished he could ask what she meant by that, but even when the cock that so completely filled his throat pulled free, he could only gasp for air for a few moments after, as precum drizzled over his neck and down over the soft, flattened muscles of his chest. Saliva was smeared in small rivulets down the sides of his cheeks, the very definition of someone who had been given a proper face fucking, and once his eyes finally opened again, they were lidded just slightly, his throat exhausted beyond the point of even wishing to speak.

"I know you didn't wear any panties under there," Tesla teased, staying in character and bringing something up that she'd ordered him to do. "So how about you just roll over onto all fours and lift that little puff of a tail for me? I'll fuck your sweet little pussy like no one ever has before..."

It always struck a chord inside of Francis when Tesla referred to his anus as a 'pussy' instead, but it was a delightful feeling, even just to pretend that he really did have one, and Tesla was always eager to enforce the idea upon him. He knew that it wouldn't be anything as simple as a quick anal session, but eager to please his lover and avoid any further punishment, he lowered his eyes and planted a paw on the floor, using it to vault himself over to his knees. Before his other paw could even make it to the ground, he cried out in pain, but the sound was completely overshadowed by a domineering, fleshy SMACK!

That wasn't fair... Francis whined mentally as his voice came out in a painful, tired squeak, but it was only covered up again by another draw of Tesla's paw across the soft, perky cheeks of his rump, just barely blanketed over by the cover of his skirt. There were no panties to be had, leaving his cock and his sack to dangle between his thighs, giving Tesla quite the view from behind, and his tail, as if on command, popped right up and wiggled just faintly with the pain of being spanked so hard. Tesla had a soft spot for Francis, but an even softer one for his backside, and there was never a time that she'd pass up on the opportunity to smack it to her heart's content.

"Just look at that! Your body shakes every..."

SMACK!

"Single..."

SMACK!

"Time..."

SMACK!

"That I spank it...and it's just so cute. Your poor little rump keeps wiggling back and forth, and you can't control it...you can't help being a cum-hungry little slut, after all...and I know you're trying to entice me."

Whether Francis truly was trying to entice her didn't matter, as, at the end of the point, it was working, and Tesla's member, still shimmering and coated with saliva from before, was throbbing on the back of Francis' skirt, letting a small drool of precum leak onto the once innocent fabric.

"N-no...it's...not true..."

"Like hell it isn't! Your body is trembling all the way down to your knees...and you got into position for me without so much as a hint as to how I wanted you. You're a practiced little cum slut," Tesla told Francis as she dug her claws deeply into his rump, squeezing a cheek within her grasp and holding all of it with her larger frame. "If you didn't want this, you'd have at least put on some panties to cover up that pathetic, little cock..."

Now, Francis was playing right into her hands. He could act as though he didn't want this encounter until the end of the night, and as far as Tesla was concerned, it would just makes things that much more enjoyable. The illusion of a lack of consent was something that she deeply desired, and Francis was a willing vector for it, or so she thought.

This time, it was hard to tell if he was playing along, or if he was serious, as he felt the tip of a massive rod pressing against the tight, exposed pucker upon his rear.

"Don't...please..."

"Too late."

A little extra lubrication beyond his own saliva would have been nice, but it was all that Francis was going to get, and he was grateful just to have that much as Tesla pumped her hips forward in a teasing jab, the head of her cock tearing right through his own personal resistance, and the powerful, clenching muscles of his tailhole. Francis could feel his body fighting against the invading flesh, but there was no way that he could hope to stop Tesla, and her control of his being. With just one paw reaching forth to grip a tuft of his hair, Tesla pulled back, drawing a yelp of pain from the wimpy little ram, and a groan of pleasure from Tesla herself, as the very tip of her member was then firmly nestled within him.

"Thought that might be a little _extra_motivation for you," Tesla explained, as she kept a tight grip on his hair and pulled even harder. Francis could only rear back and squeal as each tug distracted him from the massive girth that filled his tailhole, and gave Tesla that much more room inside of him. "Y-you're deliciously tight, Francis...maybe you're not such a slut after all! This pussy feels like a virgin to me!"

Yes...degrade me... Francis silently pleaded, keeping his voice within his own mind as Tesla treated him like less than a person, unleashing her own sexual frustrations on the ram at will and keeping him pinned to the carpet as she released his hair...but only so each of her paws could grip onto the curls of his horns and pull back on them like. She was giving new definition to the idea of riding a partner, and though his eyes winced shut in pain, Francis was riddled with delight as Tesla's cock slipped further and further inside of his squeezing, tight passage. Every inch of Tesla was a new experience for the submissive, and he could actually feel his body truly trying to fight back against the length as it tried to pass deeper into his body than it ever should.

That didn't mean that it couldn't, though.

Tesla could hardly believe the pleasure that she felt as she controlled Francis, delighting in the sense that she had her own living sex toy to abuse...and it certainly didn't hurt that he was squeezing around her length with a tightness that she'd never experienced before. Fucking his throat had been a thrill, an absolute rush, but this was even greater, and she was starting to wonder when her high was going to hit a peak. Reaching an orgasm almost sounded regrettable, if only for the fact that it meant their session would have to come to a close...

But it's only temporary, and he isn't going anywhere...

"So, do you wanna prove that you're a..._damn..._a good little slut, Francis?" Tesla asked, unable to complete even a single sentence without a gasp of ecstasy breaking apart her words.

Francis tried to nod silently, but the tight, squeezing grip on his horns kept him from moving his head even an inch. He couldn't even turn back to look at her, but just barely, he could manage the tiniest squeak at his dominating lover, a meek, pitiful, "Y-yes..."

It was weak, barely registering in Tesla's mind, but it was good enough for the dalmatian to keep moving forward with her domineering plan. The painfully slow progression of her entire cock finally filling out the submissive ram was complete, and with a quiet, simple pat, Tesla's sack bounced forward into Francis' thigh, signifying that she could go no further. Francis could hardly breath from the overwhelming sensation of being so full, but it didn't matter one bit to Tesla, who was swimming in the sensation of her entire cock being squeezed, every inch of her flesh getting to share in an indescribable pleasure, for as long as she decided to wait. She was certain that she could climax, just as she was, but she'd gone this far with poor Francis...she wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

"Then you're gonna have to take a lot more than this..."

With a grunt, Tesla pulled her hips back, nearly stuck inside of her mate at the suction of his powerful inner muscles, but with the effort came a new wave of pleasure for her, one that was only to be doubled as she pushed her hips forth again, starting the slow, teasing process of filling Francis up once again...but this time, she picked up the pace just a little bit, trying to establish a slow, easy gait at first...one that Francis knew couldn't last forever.

"S-stop..."

"What was that, you little bitch?"

" Stop!" Francis pleaded, finding his voice, with a tiny bit of a whimper as his nerve endings battled each other, pain and pleasure each trying to take the dominant spot in his mind. Tesla could see right through his pleas, however...knowing her little Francis all too well, he may as well have said "more," or "harder," and thanks to that understanding, it was just what he would receive.

SMACK! Tesla lashed her paw out once again, leaving Francis with a ruby red mark upon his flesh as she aroused the older pain that had since subsided. Francis whimpered in shock, his rump quivering from the pain as his flesh went ablaze with pain, feeling as though he were the anvil to Tesla's hammer, meant only for her to strike hot iron upon. She had no problem with the concept, and before Francis had a chance to whine about his punishment, he was silenced by the overwhelming force of a sudden and powerful thrust from the dalmatian that still rode him, her sack slapping harshly into his thighs as she gave in to what her body truly wanted: a rough and ferocious climax.

"I'll stop..." Tesla panted, her breasts heaving with the force of her thrusts as she continued to increase her speed, "...When I'm damn well ready to stop!" Her voice was powerful enough to make Francis lower his head to the carpet, but only as Tesla released his horns; it was a blessing with a rather rusty lining, as her paws went right to work on gripping his cock again...and the moment she felt a drip of precum, she slapped her paws harshly upon his orbs once again, punishing him for deriving any pleasure out of the experience. "I d-don't remember telling you that you could enjoy this, y-you little bitch..."

Francis held his maw agape as his tongue lolled out of the side. He was enjoying it far more than he should, certainly, but Tesla always spiced his pleasure with just the right amount of pain to keep him from achieving a proper climax, and once again, he had a feeling he wasn't going to be getting off when the session was over. He could feel a myriad of sensations: the slap of a heavy pair of orbs against his inner thighs, the splash of precum spilling within his tailhole, the painful sting of his own orbs being tortured, but nowhere in all of this did he feel an orgasm creeping up on him...

Tesla, on the other hand, clearly did.

"Good little sluts..." Tesla started to explain, as her hips slammed erratically into the backside of her submissive ram, "Have to do whatever the older girls tell them to...and I...goddamn... order you to take all of my cum, right in your slutty, messy cunt!"

The volley of precum that was giving Francis the tiniest feeling of overflowing in the pit of his stomach was just a precursor to the real rush to come, and no matter how hard he tried to brace for it, he knew that nothing would prepare him for the sudden feeling that he was drowning internally. His walls were coated in an instant with a wet, sticky flood of cum, and Tesla dug her claws deep into the side of his hips, holding onto him tightly so that she could absolutely spear and impale him on his cock with no chance of escape. Deep scratches popped up under his fur where her claws had been, and as the cum simply poured into his tailhole, Francis quivered, so desperately close to a release, but the way that Tesla had abused him leading up to the finale, his body simply couldn't comply with the desires of his mind. He could feel the ache of a backup in his seminal vesicles as Tesla filled his body with her own brand, the overflowing mess starting to pour out of his harshly fucked tailhole, dripping down to the carpet and pooling between his legs.

"D...damn..." Tesla gasped, her breasts still heaving with each breath she took as her humanoid member slipped free from Francis, his anus gaping wide open and unable to squeeze upon her flesh enough to keep it inside. A rush of excess semen poured out with her, leaking and drooling from Francis like a slow faucet and adding to the pool on the carpet, and giving Francis the unusual sensation of a trail of hot, sticky seed over his sack...and giving Tesla even more ideas. "That was..._amazing,_Francis, but I don't think sluts like you can be trusted...so...turn around and lick all of my cum out of the carpet, or I'm gonna tell everyone in school just how much of a slut you really are...that you let every boy in class fuck you just for fun..."

Though the roleplaying wasn't necessary, it was a fun touch, and a surprisingly motivating factor to Francis, who spun around with a speed that betrayed his exhausted body. Gazing up at Tesla from the very beginning, his amethyst eyes paralyzed by the gaze of her own mixed, blue and green orbs, Francis simply buried his muzzle into the carpet, not caring that tiny streams of seed were starting to seep into his nostrils as he opened wide and drew the flat of his tongue along the carpet. Even diluted with his own internal juices as it was, Francis was quick to try and complete the task...he just had no idea that there would be so much.

Tesla was impressed with just how well trained Francis had become, and though he couldn't possibly clean all of the mess out of the carpet, the ram gave his very best effort, and when he glanced up at Tesla again, the grey of his fur was completely painted white, messy with the excess seed that had come from within his own body. It was still dripping off of his tongue as he waited for Tesla to give her approval, but even as she stood up, she still shook her head at his efforts, and no matter how many times he went back down to try and scrub the fibers of the carpet with the wet, slick muscle, it would be for naught.

" Still not good enough," Tesla suggested, her arms crossed under her breasts, pressing them out proudly, just to tease Francis that much further, hoping to arouse his body and increase the internal ache of his inability to orgasm. "I suppose I'll just be forced to tell everyone what a slut you are, Francis...but...I do want you all to myself. Perhaps I'll just let people know that if they want a shot at your sweet little puss, they have to go through me."

There was just the slightest look of disappointment on Francis, who would have gone back down to the carpet one more time, but all of the semen that was left had soaked into the fibers by now, and even he was unable to reach them, despite his thirst for the seed of his mate. It didn't seem that there was any way that he could truly win her full approval, but at the end of it all, he didn't know if he wanted to...

He always wanted Tesla to have a reason to punish him...though, she was truly a sexual switch by nature, Francis wanted to find out just how deep the rabbit hole went...

"In the meantime, I guess that means you just need a little more punishment, Francis. Crawl over here...and start worshiping my cock. We'll start there."

Francis was rather happy with the start, but with the tiniest grin on his lips, perhaps invisible to Tesla, he crawled over, through the dampened remains of the mess that they'd made. Before Tesla could even let her hanging length drop over his muzzle and bathe him again in her scent, he was already dreaming not about how the night would start, but just how it would end.