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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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A Story in an hour or day, these kinds of stories are not edited so it will be a bit rough and might not flow as nicely as some of my others. Sometimes these turn into bigger stories further down the line, but mostly these are just flash in the pan ideas I need to get out of my head before they cause congestion and block other longer story ideas.

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The Bragge’s were the picture-perfect family, a loving husband and wife with their two kids. The North American beavers were all the friendly sort and never failed to make friends wherever they went, even if they ventured into foreign countries. Neville was a hard-working husband and loved nothing more than to spoil his family with trips around the world, making precious memories they would all cherish for the rest of their lives. Their latest trip had taken them to the African Savanna, where they learned all about the local tribes and wildlife, it truly was an eye-opening experience seeing how different life was there compared to back home. It really did make young Kim and Ryan more appreciative of just how good they had it compared to the hardships experienced by the different tribes they got to spend time with.

It wasn’t all like that though, only out in the wilderness of their campgrounds. Once their vacation was over, they headed back into the city and civilization on their way to the airport. While Neville drove their rented vehicle, being assisted by the GPS system, Kim and Ryan sat in the back and chattered excitedly about all the little gifts and trinkets they had purchased for their friends back home. Sharron meanwhile was on her phone and tapping away, seemingly conversing with someone back home. Neville smiled over at his wife with a loving look in his eyes, she had given him two beautiful children and still she looked so beautiful herself. Granted she was older now, having put on a bit more weight, but he didn’t mind, he loved how curvy she was. Even if she called herself chubby, he simply insisted that she just filled out her denims and top rather well. Her fur was still a deep, rich chocolate brown, with only a few errant grey hairs here and there, but nothing too noticeable. Her hair was kept in what the kids called a “mom bob”, just above her shoulders and curled at the bottom with bangs. Her bright brown eyes were now hidden behind glasses, thanks to her vision deteriorating as she got older, but they were still stylish and added a timeless look to her.

Neville loved her with all his heart and thanked the stars she had agreed to marry him all those years ago, he was after all just a dumpy intern in the company they both worked at back then. Sharron had been his bosses boss’s secretary, so he had interacted with her a fair bit before finally asking her out. She had obviously seen something in him and had given him a chance, she always just said it was his gorgeous blue eyes, it wasn’t long after they started dating that he got his first promotion and soon after he popped the question. Not long after, Kim came along and so did another promotion, it was around this time that they decided Sharron should become a stay-at-home mother. It wasn’t like they needed her income, though things were a little tight at first. But by the time Ryan came along, Neville had worked himself into a high enough position that things had eased off again, at least financially. He didn’t spend as much time at home as he would have liked, which was why he made sure to always take his vacation days and spend them with his loving family.

Looking in the rear-view mirror, he smiled at his two green eyed and blond-haired children. Kim really was turning into a stunning woman, looking every bit as gorgeous as her mother had in her younger years. Ryan seemed to be taking after his mother’s side of the family as well, thankfully he didn’t seem to inherit Neville’s shortness, or his roundness. He was the spitting image of his uncle, Sharron’s younger brother; their genes were rather strong according to her, and it showed.

It had been a long drive from the Safari lodge back to the airport, but thankfully the GPS had done a sterling job of getting them to the airport with plenty of time to spare. After their rental car had been returned to the agency, the boarded the shuttle to head into the airport and find their terminal to check in. Neville was looking forward to catching forty winks on the long flight back home, he would need it as he had to hit the ground running. He would barely have time to shower and change before he was scheduled for an important meeting, thankfully the kids were old enough to sort themselves out and get ready for school. Though Sharron was quite good at making sure they all stuck to their schedules and got out the front door on time, they often joked that she barked orders like an army instructor.

“What do you mean there’s a problem with the flight?” Neville asked as he all but held back a snarl.

“I’m sorry sir, the flight is overbooked, and we can’t accommodate all of you on this one” the tall gazelle apologized again. It wasn’t uncommon for the airlines to overbook their flights, it was pretty common knowledge they did this to try ensure the flight was as profitable as possible, especially these days.

“It’s fine, honey” Sharron said softly to her husband as she rubbed his arm soothingly. “You three go, I will catch the next flight out” she offered.

“I’ll stay, you go with the kids” He scowled and continued to almost glare at the poor gazelle, as if it was her fault their plans had hit a speedbump.

“No, I’ll stay” the mature beaver stated a little more firmly, giving his arm a gentle tug to force him to look at her. “You have work to get back to and the kids have school, it makes more sense for me to follow on later” Sharron said evenly, the look in her eyes letting Neville know she meant business.

“I suppose you’re right” he sighed in defeat after thinking it over a moment. “Use my card, find yourself a nice hotel. I’m not having you stay in whatever one-star cheap place this useless airline will try put you up in” the short chubby beaver demanded as he retrieved his obsidian credit card from his wallet and handed it to his loving wife.

“Go, I’ll be fine, I promise” Sharron smiled and leaned in to give Neville a kiss on the cheek before gently pushing him toward the counter again. She watched as he and the kids finally boarded the plane and as soon as they took off, her fingers began to tap away eagerly at her phone screen.

Sharron had booked an executive suite in the Radisson, which was a short drive from the airport. The next flight out was a little over a day later, so she had plenty time to relax and enjoy herself without her family, which was exactly what she had planned during the drive from the game reserve. Neville was far too trusting of his wife, he had not seen her adjusting their flight booking back home, or the messages Sharron had posted on a local entertainment site. The mature Northern Beaver had barely packed her clothing into the cupboard and had a quick shower before there was a knock at her door. Wearing nothing but a silky bathrobe, the curvy beaver sauntered over to answer the door.

“Right on time, come on in boys” she almost purred up at the tall handsome multi-coloured canines. Sharron licked her lips as two sets of twins, four different brothers, entered her hotel room. They had been one of the first groups to answer, they were also local so there was no risk of what she was about to do following her back home. They had agreed not to share any private details, not even their names, but that did not stop the African Wild dogs from spotting the beavers rather obvious wedding and engagement rings, confirming that she was indeed married, just as her post had said.

Sharron wasted no time in getting to the good stuff, already she was on her knees before the four young men, who were probably young enough to be her own kids. But that did not stop the married woman from reaching out to grope and fondle at two of their hefty bulges while she nuzzled in against a third. The painted canines simply grinned at one another before they began to disrobe, revealing sculpted forms and broad shoulders. They worked hard manual labour jobs, and it showed, Sharron could not keep her hands off of them as she felt across their sculpted abs, a stark difference from her husband’s soft and pudgy midsection. But what she was most interested in, where those deliciously hefty sheaths and balls. Even just trying to grip about them, she found they filled her hands quite nicely, these handsome young men were packing far more than Neville could ever hope to have.

While Sharron stroked the first two to fullness, she continued to nuzzle and lick at the third encouragingly. The fourth mutt knelt down beside her and slipped his hands beneath her robe and inside her underwear. A broad grin split is lips as he felt how hot and wet the mature beaver was already, as his fingers teased along her pouting folds, the slickness was unmistakable. Even when his other hand explored beneath Sharron’s heavy tail, the married bitch didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at him, instead she just groaned softly when two sets of fingers began exploring her, front and back simultaneously.

“Oh, we’re going to have fun with you” the painted dog growled against her shoulder as he pumped his thick digits in and out of the married woman.

“Like I said in my PMs, I don’t care how you guys fuck me, just fuck me until I can’t walk anymore” she mumbled against the hefty sheath she was kissing and licking at. As soon as the first bit of red flesh became exposed, the hungry beaver wrapped her lips about it and began to suckle while staring up at the handsome mutt. It didn’t take long for the two members being caressed by her soft hands either side of her to follow suit and Sharron had three thick red lengths to savour. While the fourth painted dog stirred her insides with his fingers, the married beaver alternated between the three presented canine cocks to get them nice and slick for what she intended. The comments from up above about how being stroked off by a hand wearing a wedding ring was something else were not lost on her, in fact, they even brought a malicious grin to her muzzle.

Despite her slight buck teeth, Sharron proved rather adept at sucking cock, she even managed to surprise the three mutts when she took them to the knot in turn. Not only did she manage not to scrape them with her buckteeth, but the mature beaver proved to have no gag reflex either. In combination with her oral talents, she also seemed very adept at multi-tasking, able to swallow one cock while skilfully stroking at the other two without missing a beat. Even when they began to huff and twitch, Sharron knew what was about to happen and still didn’t slow down. It was exactly what she wanted, her eyes closed just as the first shot of hot sticky cum spattered across her face, soon being followed by the other two painted dogs following suit. Sharron loved the feeling of three young, handsome and hung men cumming across her face. Not only was it good for fighting off wrinkles, but it was just so damned lewd and erotic. That potent scent of virile male, she just could never get enough of it.

“My turn…” The fourth mutt suddenly growled as he smirked up at his three brothers and their now deflating cocks. While they recharged, he seemed to have plans for her, which Sharron eagerly followed and let herself be guided up onto the bed on all fours. She could feel her robe being pushed up about her waist before her underwear was practically ripped from her body, leaving her exposed and presented before the four young men.

“Ahn, fuck!” She yelped out in surprise as the young bastard spanked her without warning. Her sudden outburst was met by an annoyed growl and another harsh spank to her other cheek, letting her know who was in charge. There was something exciting about being at the mercy of four young men, which was the only reason she hung her head and bit her lip instead of crying out again when a third swat to her broad backside landed with a loud crack of flesh against flesh. She didn’t need to turn around to know the young mutt was grinning smugly down at her, she could feel his hand caressing her behind almost lovingly now that she was under his control.

Satisfied that the older woman had submitted so easily, the large painted dog gripped her heavy tail in one hand to lift it high, while his other grasped a plush buttock and pried her rump cheeks apart to lewdly expose the married older woman completely. Sharron’s face felt like it was on fire with how she was blushing, feeling herself being so exposed like she currently was. Though her embarrassment was nothing compared to when the dirty dog leaned down and took a slow lick across her exposed little pucker. “Mmm, taste’s just like vanilla ice-cream” he commented with a lewd chuckle. His brothers also began to laugh, which quickly returned the heat to her face as her blush burned anew.

The young bastard seemed to enjoy her taste as he began to almost make out with her asshole, causing the married woman to lower her face into her pillows and groan deeply while she tried to wiggle her behind back against his muzzle. His broad, soft tongue swirled across and around her sensitive flesh before he slowly began to work it deeper inside her. Sharron damn near screamed when the mutt started to tongue fuck her backdoor properly, her tail tried to flip down protectively over her rear, but he simply growled and yanked it up high again. Just when she thought she was going to go crazy from his tongue under her tail, the wild dog removed it without warning. The mature beaver groaned in disappointment as his tongue left a tingling under her tail, a sort of itch she needed to be scratched rather desperately. Thankfully, he had just the right tool for the job and soon she would be groaning even louder because of it.

Sharron had so eagerly agreed to let them do what they wanted to her in her messages, but she had not counted on them going straight for her ass so soon. Already there was a couple of inches of thick, hard canine cock splitting her pucker wide. It wasn’t the first time she had done anal, but the cock busy splitting her open was easily the biggest she had ever taken this way. Again, the mature beaver almost screamed into her hotel pillows and her painted nails clutched at the bed cover beneath her, while inch after thick angry red inch of canine cock stretched her asshole wide and sunk in deep into her guts. She had said she liked it rough, and it seemed as though her new friends were going to put that to the test, despite her loud groans and cries, the painted dog fully sheathed himself under her tail in no time. Her tail hole ached and throbbed from being so roughly stretched and filled, but the young stud cared little and quickly began to work himself in and out of the mature beaver’s backdoor.

She felt as if she were going to hyperventilate with how the rough butt fucking was making her moan and pant, but she wouldn’t get the chance. Another handsome mutt appeared before her, slipping himself between her head and the headboard of her hotel bed to fill her view with his renewed erection. She didn’t need to ask what he wanted, nor did she need to offer it, just as she had agreed to, he took what he wanted from her. Sharron’s noises of pleasure were muffled as her maw was filled with angry red cock once again, the painted dog seemed determined to try gag her on it this time as well. Being so lewdly spit roasted made it rather hard to concentrate on all the sensations, the thick cock pounding her behind while the handsome dog before her tried his best to get her to gag on his length. Little did he know she was uniquely skilled with her mouth; it was how she made her way through college after all, even her equine professor hadn’t been able to gag her on his cock and he was a good bit bigger and thicker than the mutt currently tickling her tonsils.

The nails suddenly digging into her plush backside was the first sign that the mutt behind her was at his peak, not long after he roughly grabbed her wide behind did the married beaver feel the first shots of his hot thick seed deep inside her guts. A delighted shiver ran through her, it always felt so exciting feeling someone cum unprotected within her. Though she would have preferred him to finish in her pussy, not being on any sort of birth control really did add some extra spice to these encounters. But there was still plenty of time left for the quartet to fill her with a quart each, then she would just have to jump Neville when she got home in case they were successful. Briefly she wondered what painted dog cross beaver kits would look like, but her mind was snapped back to reality when the thick cock withdrew from under her tail, along with the one from her maw.

Sharron remained kneeling on all fours, feeling uncomfortably empty as the mutts shifted around. Though, seeing what they had in mind for her next, she couldn’t complain. The one she had just been sucking on slipped beneath her and got her to straddle his waist, where he guided her down onto his eager thickness. Sharron closed her eyes and groaned out loud as her pussy finally was claimed, she loved how a new cock filled and stretched her out like Neville never could. Already she was stirring and grinding her hips down onto the young man’s length, working his thickness around inside herself. Her head was gently guided to turn to one side, where she was met with another thick and ready length which brushed against her cheek and muzzle rather insistently. The married beaver rather eagerly parted her lips and let him sink past her little buck teeth to see if he had any better luck at gagging her than his brother had.

Her robe had long since fallen open, revealing her lack of a bra, which suited the mutt beneath her perfectly. His big, strong hands immediately found her heavy chest as he began to almost maul her tits. She had always thought they were perhaps a little too big for her size, but the many guys she let grope and fondle them really seemed to love them. Even now she shivered as she was pulled down a little more to almost lay atop the mutt beneath her as he began sucking, kissing and nibbling at her nipples. This of course meant his brother up above had to shift positions, which earned him an annoyed growl, but Sharron quickly put a stop to that when she sunk her muzzle down onto his cock and reached out with her tongue to tease the underside of his knot. As expected, that got the young painted dog to quickly refocus his attention where it should be, on her.

Sharron had always been rather sneaky and conniving, it was why she knew Neville was on the right path to become one of the partners of the company they worked at. She had snuck a peak at her boss’s emails when they were discussing his upcoming promotion, it was the only reason she had accepted a date with the chubby nerd. When she had realized how easy he was to manipulate, she had used her influence with the partners to ensure Neville kept on rising. Her influence of course being blackmail, she had managed to sleep with the majority of them and had kept evidence of their affairs. She had never wanted to work a typical nine to five job, she was too good for that. The partners were only too happy to promote Neville and let her resign her position and become a stay-at-home mom. She was used to thinking five steps ahead of everyone, which was why she was no surprised when she felt another weight over her back and another thick canine cock claim her backdoor again.

God, she loved being sealed airtight like this. It was so hard to find three willing partners willing and able to plug her needy little holes just like these three handsome mutts were doing. Finally, she did gag on the cock buried in her maw, though not because he hit her non-existent gag reflex. Rather, he was just filling her maw as she tried to take a deep breath and groan out aloud. The two bastard mutts had started hammering into her in alternating thrusts, meaning she was not left for a moment without a thick cock inside her. In addition, the one beneath her was roughly biting at her nipple, something most people were too careful or shy to do, but she loved it. That, and the one up her ass was scratching up her plush behind as he almost frantically fucked the married beaver’s backside. It didn’t take long before the pleasure became overwhelming, and Sharron was cast into a cascade of seemingly unending pleasure. Even as one climax erupted within her, the painted dogs did not cease or slow down, they just kept on fucking her into the next and the one after that, until she began to black out.

She didn’t know how much time had passed since she had let the four mutts into her room, but she briefly remembered bits and pieces of what they were doing to her. At one point she had two of them in her cunt as they stood with her sandwiched between themselves, then she was on her back with one of them fucking her tits just before he exploded all over her face again. Right now, as she fought to stay conscious, she was sitting in one of their laps with his cock up her ass again, while his large hands reached around to grope and fondle her tits. Strong hands gripped her head and firmly turned her to one side to guide her maw down onto a waiting cock, while on the opposite side someone was guiding her hand along another length and using it to stroke themselves. Soon she was taking turns sucking on the twin stiff lengths either side of her, while the fourth finally made an appearance and filled her needy pussy with more young virile canine dick.

Sharron fought valiantly to stay awake, but she was just too tired and worn out to stay awake. The next climax knocked her out cold, only to wake an undetermined amount of time later for a brief moment when she felt something warm spatter against her face. Her eyes opened to narrow slits, unable or just unwilling to open wider, but it was enough to see all four mutts standing around her and stroking themselves off. With a content sigh, she drifted back off to sleep as more and more warmth covered her entire body from head to foot. When she awoke again, Sharron found herself alone in her hotel room, her fur was a mess, and she smelled like African Wild Dog cum and sex. Even the bed was a mess, which she would have to call the hotel cleaners to come sort out. Of course, she would tip them handsomely not to tell anyone what they saw while she showered and cleaned herself up. As she stumbled her way toward the bathroom, Sharron couldn’t help but grin at the feeling of their cum trickling from her well fucked holes, it felt like they had indeed left a quart each inside her. By the time she made it to the bathroom, she had left a rather obvious trail of white mess behind her on the carpet.

While the cleaners changed the sticky and soaked bedding, the married beaver stood under the hot stream of water from the overhead shower. Her entire body ached, her knees were scuffed and red, along with her behind aching something fierce. It felt like the bastards had tried to get two of them up her ass too at some point, probably even knotted her judging by how loose she felt currently. That did give her an idea however, she still had a few more hours before her flight was scheduled to take off.

“Sorry, my love, the flight got delayed. They’re trying to find me another seat on the next flight out, but with it being the holiday season they’re battling” Sharron explained to Neville as she sat on the clean bed. “I really miss you and the kids; I hope your meeting went well and they got to school alright?” she asked while looking over at something in her hotel room. Sharron grinned as she listened to Neville begin to recount the details of his meeting and the kids first day back at school, while big black and white arms wrapped about her from behind. “Oh, sorry honey, it looks like my phone is about to die, love you and give my love to the kids!” she barely managed to say before she hung up and giggled up at the large zebra looming over her. “You’re so bad!” the mature beaver playfully chastised the black and white striped equine.

“Says the married bitch I’m about to fuck up the ass” the large brute snorted with a leering grin down at her. He didn’t need much effort to get the mature beaver to get on all fours for him as he flipped the back of her robe up about her waist to expose her behind again.

“Fuck! Yessss….” Sharron groaned out loud as the equines thick cock found its mark beneath her heavy tail and speared deep into her well fucked behind. She hadn’t yet recovered from her time with the four canines, so even his thickness had little trouble in sinking in deep to straighten out her colon. It reminded her of the good old days, back in college when she needed that passing grade. Her professor had claimed her anal virginity and turned her into his personal anal slut, even when she didn’t need the marks, she was more than willing to lift her tail for the married horse.

As Sharron knelt on her bed with the zebra spearing deep into her guts, her phone buzzed beside her on the bed with a text message. It was from Neville, a simple message which read “I love you and miss you, can’t wait for you to come home.” Meanwhile, Sharron was already wondering how much longer she could keep pretending that her flight was delayed, there were so many more willing and eager partners here for her to enjoy…of course, when she did eventually get home and have to explain to people about her extended trip, she would just have to tell them it was nothing to brag about. Neville was so trusting that he always believed her about the hotel being so poor quality that her poor state would be easily explained by unsatisfactory living conditions.