Bad Influence

Alex wasn’t the biggest fan of city parks – they were always a little too crowded with city folk who wanted an escape from the concrete jungle that was slowly suffocating them. Like many who lived in a metropolis, the tigress complained about the people who lived there with her and used “city folk” like it was a slur as if she wasn’t a city gal born and raised. You’re not a city native unless you complain about living in the city on the daily, yet do nothing about it; like leave.

Tashi Gibson, the tigress’s boyfriend, on the other hand, enjoyed the city’s “Green Lungs” as he called them, since they reminded him of the suburbs where he grew up. A picnic in the park on a nice spring afternoon was his idea of the best thing to do in the city, while Alex’s idea of the best thing to do in the city was probably something work-related or IKEA. The tigress was a workaholic, despite claiming not to be, she had about 99% of the signs of one; she worked late nights, functioned on little to no sleep, and put in too much effort into something that wasn’t paying any dividends. Not yet at least.

Her waitressing job wasn’t what was keeping her up at night, at least when she wasn’t working nights. Instead, it was her side project of writing songs and recording demos in her little makeshift bedroom studio. “Studio” was a bit of a generous description; all she had with her was a yellowed white MacBook that was falling apart at the seams, a shoddy USB microphone from AliExpress that was sending her recordings directly to the Chinese Communist Party, and a copy of GarageBand that thankfully came with her laptop. She used pillows to cover the doors and windows for some semblance of soundproofing and hung her microphone up by a string from her powered-off ceiling fan so that she could sing standing up. It wasn’t fancy, and Tashi often offered to take her to the store to get a proper microphone stand, but Alex had her process. And if it worked for free ninety-nine, why spend an extra twenty dollars on a mic stand? That was the billionaire mindset, right there.

“You know I don’t like city parks, Tashi,” Alex said with a grumble as she pushed her blue light-cutting glasses up her snout and moved her gaze away from the horse and to the screen on her laptop. The bezels on it were thick and the screen was a little small for how big the laptop was, but all laptops were like that back in 2008, when it was the shiny new thing from the trillion-dollar fruit cult. Tashi cringed every time he saw that laptop and was surprised every single day that it was still functioning. He couldn’t count how many times he considered taking a quick trip down to the Apple store to get Alex a brand-new one just so she would get rid of that wretched relic that haunted his tech-nerd dreams with its yellowed plastic, missing screws, and missing rubber feet that made the laptop wobble whenever the tigress typed even on the smoothest of surfaces. But he knew that despite the computer being obsolete and ugly to look at, it meant a lot to Alex, and she would upgrade to a new one when she was ready – which was probably going to be when it stopped turning on. It was a good thing that Tashi forced her to set up automatic backups to their home data server, he’d hate to see how crushed she would be if the laptop stopped working when she still had important stuff that she had been working on, on it.

Tashi leaned against the doorway to Alex’s bedroom in her apartment, which was currently in studio mode with a mess of papers with her lyric drafts and musical notes scattered all over the floor. Tashi wasn’t a fan of mess and he knew that the tigress wasn’t either – he was a little surprised to see how well she was thriving in her little bubble of controlled chaos.

It was barely noon but the tigress had already been huddled up in her makeshift studio for over five hours. It was time for her to take a break, whether she wanted to or not. “You’ve never even been to this park, Alex. How will you know if it is good or bad if you haven’t been there!” Tashi chirped happily as he pushed himself from the doorway and took steps toward his girlfriend. Tashi was a tall horse, muscular, too. He was built like a tank and was the kind of tall that would make living in countries like Japan difficult. Alex had to tilt her head to maintain any semblance of eye contact with him whenever they were in a hug – and kissing? She had to tip-toe to do that. His muscular race-horse figure wasn’t all fun and games, however; as he often had to be extra cautious where he stepped to prevent himself from putting his full weight onto something precious and crushing it.  

The horse did his best to maneuver around the tigress’s pile of lyrics, but with over 60% of the floor covered in thinly sliced tree carcasses, he was bound to step on a few. He made an effort not to put his full weight down on each of his steps just to avoid leaving an imprint of his hoof in the precious pieces of paper that the tigress somehow was able to reorganize back into neat folders every time, once her daily recording sessions were done. The horse ended up crumpling a few pieces of paper very slightly but he made it all the way to the tigress’s bed and placed a hand on her shoulder as she continued clicking and dragging her finger around on her laptop’s trackpad to layer her tracks. Once his hand was on her shoulder, he gave it a squeeze and the tiger turned her attention away from her laptop to look at him. Her slightly tired eyebrows were raised up as high as they could go and her glasses clung to the very end of her nose as they had slipped down her muzzle again.

“You know I don’t like city parks,” the tigress repeated her line like an NPC (non-playable character) from a Bethesda game. She didn’t even realize that she repeated exactly what she had said just a few seconds earlier word-for-word.

The tall Clydesdale horse, however, did notice and gave his girlfriend’s shoulder another squeeze, this time much firmer than the last. He then pressed his snout into the top of the tigress’s head, reached his free hand to grab Alex’s laptop by its screen, and pulled it away from her.

“Alright, little miss pop star. That’s definitely enough extra work for you today.” The horse’s tone and cadence were parental, like a mother who was concerned that her child was spending too much time killing hookers in Grand Theft Auto.

“Noooooo!” Alex whined like a spoiled child when her laptop was snatched away from her, and because she had been working on this little side project for so long, she didn’t have the strength to play tug of war with the horse for her computer. The old, peeling, seafoam green Audio-Technica M50Xs that sat on her head wasn’t enough to keep the laptop from being taken away from her either, as the headphone jack on the yellowed laptop had long lost its virgin tightness from years of constant plugging and unplugging. Her headphones slipped from her head to her shoulders and she frowned as she watched the horse take her laptop away and place it on her dresser on the opposite side of the room.

While the horse had his back turned to the tigress, Alex jumped off of her bed and made a run for the dresser. Determined to grab her laptop, dash, and get back to working on her demo, the tigress moved as fast as she could across her bedroom. She made it about two-thirds of the way before she stepped on a small strawberry plush that she was using as a paperweight for a stack of lyrics and music notes that she had placed on the floor. The plush rolled under the tigress’s soft pink beans and sent her leg lunging forward, causing her to fall down to the floor.

“Hyyuhhh!”

The tiger kicked a stack of paper into the air as she slipped and fell onto her back with a very loud and noticeable crash.

‘Thwump.’

“Ow…”

The sound of paper falling through the air all over the bedroom reminded the horse of those videos of high schoolers tossing their papers up in the air at the end of the school year. He always felt bad for the janitors whenever he saw those videos. Sure, it made for great theatrics and looked good on video, but the poor janitors had to clean it all up once all the students had left. The whole concept of tossing papers into the air as a form of celebration never really sat well with him. As papers confetti-ed around him, he turned around to see his girlfriend on her back, on the floor, with her arms and legs spread out into the starfish position. He walked over to the tigress, raised his left eyebrow, and smirked at her.

“C’mon, a little walk in the park isn’t going to hurt. It looks like you need some practice walking anyway.” The Clydesdale crouched down into a squat with his hooves flat on the floor and chuckled. He offered his big hand to the tigress as she stared at the ceiling with a blank and defeated look on her face. As a cat, Alex prided herself in her nimbleness and agility, and what she displayed right meow was the agility and nimbleness of an overexcited golden retriever. She felt embarrassed, ashamed, and most importantly, a little bit angry that Tashi was right. Like most people, the tigress did not enjoy being wrong – her many years of arguing with her family and using “I’ll look it up!” as part of her defense arsenal was evidence of it. And whenever the tigress had the confidence that Google was on her side, she was never, ever, ever wrong.

Google couldn’t help argue in her favor this time. She really did need a break, pronto.

“Okay,” was all the tigress said when she shifted her gaze from the ceiling fan and her rinky-dink microphone that hung from it to the horse’s sweet smiling snoot. When she saw how soft and endearing his smile was, she couldn’t help but smile, too. She was still upset about not being able to continue working on her music, but the way that herbivore coder-whizz smiled with his thick apple-grabbing lips always had a way of making her just a little less mad.

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City parks were a little bit weird, even to a born-and-raised city girl like Alex. They were often named after people who either did something great or who donated a lot of money to the city to hide the not-so-great things that they were doing. To Tashi, they were a marvel; little green lungs scattered around a concrete jungle. The air in a city park was fresher and cleaner, and as a horse, there were very few things better than the smell of green. His nostrils flared as he took in the unmistakable smell of freshly cut grass and morning rain drying in the afternoon sun as he and Alex walked along a path in the city’s grandest park.

“I can’t believe the park’s name is actually just ‘city park’,” Tashi said with a chuckle as he and Alex strolled along the concrete path that cut through the middle of the park. The park, lazily named, was situated a little outside of the metro area of the city but was still technically part of the province that shared the same name. Alex thought that a 15-minute drive to go to some park was ridiculous, but as she and her horse boyfriend walked through the endless green, without a tall evil corporation’s building in sight, it felt pretty nice.  

“They ran out of good people to name it after. Would you prefer they venture off into bad people from history? I don’t think people would want to come to Hitler Park.” Alex chuckled and leaned her head against the horse’s side as they continued on their hand-in-hand walk through the greenery.

It was springtime, so the weather wasn’t warm per se – it was warm enough for Tashi to wear a simple green t-shirt and cargo shorts but still cool enough for Alex to wear her favorite red sweater with her daisy duke jean shorts and not raise any eyebrows. The pollen that came with the season wasn’t ideal, especially for a horse with large nostrils like Tashi. With almost every breath he took in, little bits of tree spunk flew into his nose, got caught in his nose hairs, and caused him to sneeze.

Alex and her boyfriend walked through the entire park three times, taking small shortcuts and divergences on each lap to explore different areas of the park. There was a giant lake in the center of the park with swan and duck-shaped paddle boats, a large opening with lemon trees with signs instructing visitors not to pick the fruits (which no one ever listened to) in the southern part, and a large hedge maze in the northern part of the park that was just a little bit overgrown. Alex refused to go into the maze, but when Tashi ventured in on his own, the tigress was afraid that he would get stuck in there forever, and after about a minute of waiting for him to reappear from the Stephen King-esque maze, she ran in after him.

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The maze took a lot out of the pair; it was vast, confusing, and complex. It sent the tigress and the horse running around in circles trying to find the way out and also resulted in a heated argument between the two. If only they had checked the name of the maze under the overgrowth on its sign; Quarrel Quarry.

It sure did live up to its name.

Alex and Tashi approached a bench that was along one of the side paths in the park. They were tired and sweaty – spotting that bench was like discovering El Dorado. They dragged their feet in silence with about a foot of distance in between them. Their argument in the maze was so heated that they were giving each other the silent treatment.

“I think it’s this way, Alex,” Tashi said with a hopeful tone in his voice as he made a left turn at one of the many intersections of the maze.

“No, Tashi, it is NOT! That’s the same way we just went and we’ve ended back here for like the third time already.” Alex groaned and stopped in her tracks to point in the opposite direction to where the horse was headed. Tashi’s ears flickered at the sound of his girlfriend’s familiar snarl that she added to the end of sentences whenever she was agitated and turned around to look at her.

Alex had her arms crossed over her chest and her tail flickered back and forth behind her. The tigress had every reason to be upset, they had been in the maze for over an hour now, and it looked like they would remain there for much longer if they listened to Tashi's instincts, which, with no offense at all, Alex thought were incredibly wrong. “Prey instincts” she called them.

“Eh? What do you mean? We’re not going in circles. This is a completely different intersection.” Tashi furrowed his brow, made his way over to the tigress, and took both of her hands in his. “C’mon, I know the way out is this way, I can feel it.”

“But we’ve been in here for hours!!! Circling the same way over and over again Tashi!” Alex started to raise her voice out of anger, which made the horse’s ears flatten against his head. He still held onto Alex’s hands.

“C’mon, my little tiger. Calm down. It’s just a maze, we can get out of it.” The Clydesdale continued to smile at her, even as she got increasingly pissy toward him. Once he said it, he realized that maybe telling her to calm down was a bit condescending. He was just about to apologize for it, but by the time he parted his lips to say it to her, the tigress was already shouting at him and a screaming match between them had begun. The shouting from both sides was so loud that the birds that had been watching and mocking them as they got lost in the hedge maze scattered and flew away in all directions above them. Eventually, after about five minutes of arguing, Alex shook the horse’s hands off of hers and stormed off in the direction that she thought the exit of the maze would be.

Tashi stood there and watched as the tigress turned the corner and disappeared behind the tall hedge walls. He could still feel the warmth of her hands in his, but when he curled his fingers into his palm, he realized her hands weren’t there anymore. With a little frown, he turned to look in the direction that he thought was the correct way and took a deep breath through his nose. He closed his eyes momentarily as he exhaled and turned around to walk in the direction that Alex had gone in, with his head hung low.

It had only been about 30 minutes after Tashi had last held Alex’s hands, but he already missed it. He knew that she was upset with him, he could see it in the way she scrunched her nose and tried her best to speed up her walking to get ahead of him. The horse tried his best to slow down and allow her to overtake him, but he could only do so much with his longer legs. A single stride of his was roughly one and a half of Alex’s and he didn’t want to make it obvious that he was slowing down for her so that she could continue her angry fast-walking in front of him. He didn’t want to appear like he was mocking her. Surely, the tigress was already angry enough that he stopped her from working on her music and forced her to come to a park that she didn’t even want to come to in the first place. He felt bad and wanted to make it better, but he was afraid of saying or doing something that would ultimately make it worse. He remained completely silent other than the occasional snort and sneeze from the pollen-infested air.

Alex sat down on the bench with a sigh, her arms and legs buckled and folded like a deflated Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man™️. Tashi followed not too long after. The bench creaked slightly under his bulky muscular physique and he let out his very own sigh, although smaller and softer than Alex’s. He tried his best not to turn to look at her for the first few seconds after sitting down. The silence in between them was deafening and the foot or so of distance that kept them apart felt more like an ocean than arm’s length. After exactly a minute of silence on the bench, Tashi mustered up a little bit of courage to turn to look at his angered girlfriend, when he did, he saw her looking back at him, too.

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“Haaaaah… I don’t think this is a good idea, Alex,” said Tashi through pants and heavy breaths as he fought against her French kissing just enough to get a whisper out. Alex wasn’t listening, she was too busy trying to climb over the horse and straddle him to hear anything other than the sound of her lips and tongue all over the horse’s mouth and the sound of their clothes rubbing together as she shifted around to get herself nice and comfortable. With her legs comfortably straddled over her horse’s and her hips tightly pressed against his, the tiger looped her arms over her boyfriend’s shoulder and laced her fingers together at the back of his neck.

When Alex heard her boyfriend’s protests to her climbing into his lap, she pulled her face back from his and tilted her head to the side. With how she sat on him, her crotch was right on top of his, and even while he was still sheathed, she could feel what he was packing underneath those very useful and practical cargo shorts from UNIQLO. All it would take was a small grind of her hips, and she’d be able to coax his Gibson Guitar out of its case.

“What? I’m just kissing you.” The tigress rebutted. The grin that had spread across her face during the time it took the horse to put together what she was doing under the façade of “just kissing” had grown to an uncontrollable level of smugness.

Tashi’s nostrils flared as he took in deep breaths through his nose. With each inhale he took in, he picked up Alex’s scent, which had changed quite drastically from what it was when they were sat in the car together and he could smell her scent being blown to him by the car’s AC system. He could still smell the vanilla, coconut, and mango that came from the hygiene products that she used in the shower, but now she was a lot sweatier, and muskier, and there was an aura of arousal that he could pick up, too. It was a familiar scent, one that he could never get enough of. His nostrils continued to flare over and over as he eagerly sniffed the air and clung to the smell of her salty sweat and sweet pussy. Her aroma was enough to make him forget about all the pollen that his nose was taking in, too, which was an added bonus – no sneezing during their smooch session.

It didn’t take long for Alex to take full advantage of her position on top of her horse boyfriend and roll her hips back and forth to grind herself into him. The tigress’s bare thighs and denim shorts rubbed into the horse’s cargo shorts and made a loud noise from the fabric-on-fabric friction. With each roll of her hips forward, the tigress bit her lip as the heat from rubbing on her equine boyfriend spread through her clothes to her pussy, which was already nice and wet. The fur on her shoulders, although covered by her red sweater, stood up as her pussy juice leaked through her panties and created the smallest wet spot at the very bottom of her zipper that ever so slowly got bigger as more and more of her pussy juice filtered through her cotton panties.

“Hnfff…” Alex huffed and continued to grind her hips into her boyfriend’s. Her thighs quivered slightly every time she completed a full roll of her hips. The more she rubbed against him, the clearer the outline of Tashi’s dick that she was grinding herself against became. In just under a minute, Tashi’s cock had slithered its way out of his sheath, and although it was still flaccid, it was already making his perfectly-fitting cargo shorts a little bit tight. They were advertised as being made of “equine-grade” fabrics – whatever equine they were using as a reference model must have not gotten hard during the fitting. That’s what you get when you have non-equines making legislation around equine product labels. Misleading advertising at its finest.

Tashi’s protests quieted down for a while as Alex continued to work her magic and get his dick out of his sheath without even taking his pants off. Once his dick started going from flaccid to a semi, he had to spread his legs to give his tentpole a little more room to grow, which unclouded his mind from the tigress’s spell just long enough for the venom from his worry bug bite to enter his bloodstream again.

“But what if people see us?” he said worriedly and turned his head to look left and right as if he was about to cross a busy street. There was no one around in that area of the park, at least not as far as the horse’s eyes could see. However, not even visual confirmation with his own eyes was able to quell his concerns. What if there was someone behind a tree? Someone in the bushes? What if there were surveillance cameras with a park security guard watching with his pants unzipped, whacking away at the two lovebirds who were about to have a quickie?

Tashi’s worry started to show on his face, which Alex was staring at as she dry-humped him. As soon as her eyes caught a glimpse of his shaky eyebrows and arched lips, she slowed her hips down to a stop, unhooked her hands from each other, and brought them to hold his cheeks.

“No one is going to see us,” the tigress whispered to him before she looked left and right in the very same way that he did earlier. “And if someone comes, I’ll hear, and we’ll have plenty of time to… Run.” Alex bit her lip as she said the last part and very slowly started her hip motions back up again. It was no secret, at least not to Tashi, that Alex was a fan of the thrill that came with doing things that were frowned upon, nay, illegal, such as public sex. It seemed that their previous arrest for such a thing wasn’t enough to scare the tigress away from it.

“Almost getting caught is the fun part.” The tigress said as she released the bite on her lower lip, brought her face to the equine’s, and pulled him in for an aggressive tongue-filled kiss that would have convinced even the Parisians that elle parlait français.

She sure had Tashi convinced.

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The horse’s worries melted away like gelato on an Italian sidewalk under the summer sun. Alex was right – if they got caught, then all they had to do was run. They were both fast runners and there was no way Paul Blart Park Cop could catch up with them once they were off to the races toward their car. He felt a little lightheaded from how aggressively the tigress kissed him, but he was still aware of what was going on around him. Alex had gotten out of his lap monetarily to allow him to shimmy his cargo shorts down to his ankles. Once his shorts were piled around his fluffy hooves, his dick, which had become fully erect from the tiger’s constant grinding against him and their heated French kissing, sprung out like a Jack-in-the-box. 13 inches of pure cock shot up and stood tall in between his legs.

Splotched with pink, brown, and white; Tashi’s dick looked like a treat in every discernable way. The smell of his dick wafted through the air like fresh apple pie on a windowsill as soon as his pants dropped. It took Alex a considerable amount of restraint to not just drop to her knees and suck on him until she got to the center of his Tootsie Pop. Instead, she stood in front of him and eye-fucked him like he was the juiciest piece of meat at the butcher shop. Her nose scrunched, wiggled, and danced as she hungrily took in the smell of his sweat-slicked dick. She spent about a minute staring intensely at his hog before she moved her eyes up to look at his face again and smiled.

“Ready for your ride, stallion?” Alex said with a smile, her hands on her hips and her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her already unbuttoned Daisy Dukes. The horse stared at his own dick and watched as it twitched and throbbed in front of him. He turned his attention to Alex when he heard her ask him a question, but he didn’t quite hear what the question was. He stared at her with raised eyebrows, confused. And before he could ask her to repeat the question, she slid her hands down her thighs and took her Daisy Dukes down with them.

If Tashi could describe how it felt to see the tigress’s pussy so dripping wet appear in front of him, he’d say it was like those slow-motion drug shots in the 2012 remake of Dredd where Judge Dredd breaks into the apartments gun blazing. Except what hit Tashi wasn’t debris or bullets, but pure arousal from seeing thick strings of pussy juice stretch and snap from his girlfriend’s cunt.

Alex kicked her bottoms under the bench and slowly climbed back on top of her boyfriend. This time, she faced away from him. She stood on the bench, legs spread, paws pressed and gripped onto the wooden panels, and hovered above her boyfriend and his mighty meat stick. She looked down at her boyfriend’s cock as it twitched and throbbed beneath her and bit her lip again. She stared at his unflared, yet still plenty blunt dick tip as his shaft swayed around like a tall tree being blown in the wind. The longer Alex stared, the wetter her already dripping-wet pussy became. A few drops of her pussy juice dripped onto Tashi’s dick and made him moan a little louder than he wanted to.

The drops of his girlfriend’s pussy juice onto his dick made his dick throb so hard that worsened his lightheadedness. When he moaned, he tried to muffle himself with his hand, but he was still loud enough to make the birds that were watching them from the trees flock away.

“Mmmmmnaaaahhhhhhaaanng!”

Alex, who was just about to grab the horse’s dick and smear her pussy juice all over it, snickered as her ears flickered at the sound of his unruly moan. She glanced at the horse over her shoulder and watched as he kept a hand over his lips and squinted his eyes shut. “C’mon, Tashi…” Alex said in a soft whisper, grabbed his dick with both hands, and smeared her pussy juice up, down, and all over it.

‘Slllllp.’

“Hhhhaaaaaahhhhn…” Tashi moaned again.

With her horse boyfriend’s dick thoroughly covered in her pussy juice, Alex slowly lowered herself down onto it. She took one hand off of it to press down onto Tashi’s thigh as the other held his dick in place to keep it from slipping once his blunt tip kissed her wet entrance.

‘Squish.’

His dick tip kissed her entrance and bumped heads with her clit.

“Aaaah…” the tigress moaned softly through a lip bite and lowered herself more and more on her boyfriend’s disco stick. The blunt tip of her boyfriend’s cock required a certain level of patience that Alex sometimes didn’t have, but after a mishap where she pushed a little too hard, too quickly that left her with a funny walk for a few days, she learned to take her time. With the horse’s tip pressed firmly against her pussy, Alex slowly started to roll her hips and dragged her crotch all over the top of her boyfriend’s soda can. The more she rubbed into it, the more she covered it in her natural lubricant, and the easier it became for her to lower herself on it and take it inside of her.

Her labia stretched and spread apart almost to the point where it looked like it would be painful. Almost. A red-hot flush spread all over the tigress’s face as she took the bulbous tip the size of a small onion inside her like a champ. Her labia spread thin and her clitoris was hard. The lower part of her abdomen bulged out with a faint outline of his horsey dick as she sunk further and further down on it.

‘Scccchhhhhlllllllllllkkk.’

Tashi was already losing his mind when Alex’s pussy leaked onto him like a car leaking motor oil, so when she put his dick tip-to-clit with her pussy and rolled her hips to rub herself all over, he lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. His legs shook as he did everything in his power not to buck his hips and shove himself inside her. His carnal instincts wanted him to put a baby in her and that started by putting his dick in her. But just like Alex, he had to learn patience. As the tigress slowly lowered herself down on his dick and took more of his inches inside of her warm and welcoming love tunnel, he grit his teeth and squinted his eyes shut. The initial penetration caused his dick to do a big throb as he felt her tight and textured walls wrap around his hog. The tiny little wrinkles and bumps that made up her vaginal walls gripped his cock like suction cups – the horse would have been curling his toes if he had any. He let out moan after moan after moan until he finally dropped his hand from his mouth and placed both of his hands around Alex’s waist. His hands only rested on her at first, but the further down his pole she slid, the tighter his fingers curled around her. His big hands had no issue covering the entirety of her waist. Once she was down to his medial ring, he used his hands to stop her from going further.

Confused, aroused, and a little bit out of it because she had a dick way out of her species range inside her, Alex turned over her shoulder to look at Tashi when he tightened his grip around her waist and stopped her from taking him all the way down to his fat leathery balls. With her brows slightly raised, the tigress took in exactly three deep breaths through her nose that she blew out of her mouth before she spoke.

“All good?” the tigress took in another deep breath that filled her lungs to capacity, held it for a moment, and exhaled slow and steady through her mouth. “Because I am good to keep going,” she continued.

The horse could feel every subtle movement that his girlfriend made on top of him – her legs shaking against his, her back arching against his chest, and her pussy clenching around his dick like a free-climbing rock climber desperately trying to find a ledge to cling to. He felt her breathing, too, which was to be expected when you had a dick that could theoretically reach someone’s lungs. Tashi nestled his muzzle on top of Alex’s shoulder and pressed his nose into her hair as he listened to her brag about how ready she was to take his dick. He had no doubt in her ability to take him until he bottomed out inside of her, but he wanted to savor it, take it slow and steady, and drag the pleasure of the initial penetration out just a little longer. He took deep and heavy breaths in through his nose, basked in the scent of his sweaty and aroused girlfriend, and let out a shuddery moan as he exhaled.

“Why the rush?” the horse said, his voice slightly muffled by the tigress’s hair and her shoulder. He gently loosened his grip around his girlfriend’s waist and let his hands wander underneath her red sweater. To his surprise, Alex wasn’t sporting a bra underneath. He smiled wide, and even though Alex couldn’t see it, she heard the sound his thick lips made as they curled into what she could only assume was a wicked one.

Alex continued to look at her boyfriend with her head turned over her shoulder, only looking away momentarily as one of his hands moved from her waist to her chest. As his thick fingers curled around her right breast, the tigress brought a hand of her own to the hem of her sweater, curled her fingers securely around it, and pulled her sweater up and over her chest. She let go once the hem cleared her tits and let out a happy sigh as the cool air of the park blew over her exposed titties.

“That’s better,” Alex murmured. She glanced down to see Tashi’s hand around her breast tighten and push her titty upward. When she heard what sounded like a growl come from the horse, she turned to look at him again.

“Mmhhrrr…”

“I said I was good to keep going.” the left corner of the tigress’s mouth morphed into a smirk.

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Tashi didn’t want to break the park bench that they were sitting on – while public indecency was a misdemeanor, destruction of government property was not, and Tashi did not want a felony on his squeaky-clean record.

He was a good boy; Alex was a bad influence on him.

Despite his concern for the tax-payer-funded property that he was soiling by fucking his girlfriend’s brains out on it, the horse’s hip movements showed no signs of stopping. “There’s no brakes on the Tashi train,” as Alex put it. And who could blame him? He had a gorgeous tiger bouncing on his manhood, telling him how big he was and how full he was making her feel.

There probably were brakes on the Tashi train, Alex just cut the brake lines.

Bad. Influence.

“Hhhhaaaahhh! Haaaaaahhhh! Don’t stop… Hoooh haaaaahhh, that’s it, keep thrusting up… Fuck… You’re big…” Alex said through her moans, pants, and gasps for air as she bounced up and down in the Clydesdale’s lap. Her pussy took that Neapolitan ice cream horse dick like a champ, squelching and squishing as about 80% of its 13 inches miraculously slid in and out of her like it was some sort of magic trick. Although the illusion of magic broke completely at the sight of the bulge that Tashi’s dick created in the tigress’s tummy as it slid in and out of her. No magic here, pure skill.

‘Sqlllch. Sqwulch. Sqrrck.’

Alex bounced herself up and down on Tashi’s cock as he continued thrusting into her, which resulted in deeper, more thorough penetration. The horse’s dick kissed against the very end of the tigress’s love canal ever so slightly each time he thrusted his hips upward and Alex slammed herself downward.

The warmth that Tashi felt around his dick was intense. The clenches, the texture of her vaginal walls, and the sticky slipperiness of her pussy juice that his dick and balls were now soaked in were all heavenly. His dick throbbed each time he bottomed out inside Alex’s cunt and each time his dick throbbed, Alex’s pussy clenched around it tight, which only made him throb more. As Alex continued to bounce on his dick like it was a trampoline at a rich friend’s house, Tashi felt himself getting closer and closer to nutting. He felt a tingle build up in his pelvic region and a familiar feeling of an internal pressure buildup that forced more moans out of him.

His heart rate had been on the rise ever since the tigress first started kissing him, but suddenly, it slowed down.

‘Badump. Badump. Badump.’

His dick tip started to flare.

Alex rode her boyfriend’s dick like a bull at a rodeo. Her pussy stretched around her horse boyfriend’s manhood and leaked out copious amounts of pussy juice that ran down his shaft and balls before it dripped through the small gaps in the bench’s wood panels and onto the ground underneath. The first few drops sizzled on the hot concrete, but by the time Tashi’s dick started flaring, the hot concrete had lost the war against the sticky tiger juice that had formed a sizeable puddle on it.

“Hhhhoooohhhaaaahhhnnng!!! Fuck… Tashi… Are you flaring???” the tigress asked as she squinted her eyes shut, put her hands against the part of her abdomen that she felt was bulging out a bit more than the rest and grit her teeth. She was about to say something else as she slid down Tashi’s cock, but a moan escaped her lips that got progressively louder the further down his pole she went.

“Hhhhhaaannnnyyhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa!”

Alex’s pussy clenched around Tashi’s flaring dick hard, so hard that the remaining pussy juice that was slowly making its way out of her squirted out of her like someone had slammed a hammer down on a ketchup bottle.

‘Badump. Badump. Badump.’

With each heartbeat, the tip of Tashi’s horse schlong expanded, fanned out like a flower in spring, and bulged out Alex’s stomach so much that it looked like she had stuck an unusual-shaped sex toy a little too deep. When Alex slid down his dick as far as she could go, Tashi wrapped his hands around her waist again and kept her in place as his balls tucked upward and his dick throbbed so violently inside her that it made her legs shake and her toes curl.

“Holy shit, Tashi, ahhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Haaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Alex moaned. Her pussy clenched around Tashi’s dick tight and her hips bucked forward repeatedly. After a few seconds, a handful of streams of warm, wet, and sticky fluids shot out from her pussy.

‘Pwwwwwwssssh! Pwwwwsssh! Pwwwwssshh…’

Alex’s tense legs went limp as her squirt sizzled on the hot concrete that it landed on about a foot away.

“Hhhhhhhhhnnnnggg! Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhng. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhgn!” Tashi moaned, huffed, and snorted into Alex’s shoulder as his balls continuously tucked upward and sent rope after rope of his cum through his lengthy dick. It took three whole seconds before any of his virile seed shot out from his flared tip and paint the tigress’s cervix and pussy walls white.

‘Glrk. Splurt. Splort.’

Rope after rope of Tashi’s hot, sticky, and cloudy seed shot into Alex’s pussy. After about five ropes, a significantly lower amount than usual due to how much room inside the tigress’s cunt had already been taken up by the horse’s cock, the equine’s seed poured out of her in excess.

‘Splat, splurt, splorch.’

After he shot 15 ropes of cum into her, his balls stopped tucking upward and his cum flow slowed to an ooze. His grip around Alex’s waist loosened but he kept his face buried in her hair. His breathing started out fast and slightly panicked but slowed as his orgasm reached its peak. And by the time his flare started to deflate, his breathing was back to normal.

“Hhaaaaaaahhhhh… Fuck…” Alex moaned as she looked down at the mess that she and Tashi had made. There was cum everywhere. They sat there and basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before Alex pushed herself up to stand up on the bench. She then attempted to pull herself free from her Tashi’s dick. His tip, which hadn’t completely unflared yet, got caught on her entrance as she tried to pull away and offered some resistance to her pulling. After a little jump, the tigress was able to break free from her boyfriend’s flare and stumbled off of the bench as cum shot out of her like an improperly tapped keg at a frat party.

‘Plop!’

‘Splort.’

Alex struggled to find her footing once she was on the ground, and after one wrong step, her paw found its way into the puddle of cum that had leaked out of her. Her soft pink paw pads slid across the ground and her legs shot up skyward.

“Hyyuhhh!”

The tiger kicked a sizeable glob of Tashi’s cum up into the air as she slipped and fell onto her back with a very loud and noticeable crash.

‘Thwump.’

“Ow…”

Tashi, having witnessed the entire ordeal, quickly hopped to his feet. His semi-erect dick swung around in between his legs like a wrecking ball that was covered in jizz. He hurriedly, but carefully clopped his way over to Alex and crouched down over her head to check if she was alright.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Tashi’s dick dangled between his legs and over Alex’s face. A stringy mixture of his cum and her pussy juice sagged down from his now unflared tip and onto her forehead. The tigress went momentarily cross-eyed watching its descent.

“I hate city parks,” Alex grumbled. “Can we go home now?”

Tashi chuckled, grabbed the tiger’s arms, and helped her up onto her feet.

“Yes, yes, we can go home now. Before anyone catches us and the mess we made.”

Once she was on her feet, the tigress stretched her arms over her head and let out a yawn. “Relax, Tashi, no one is going to catch us. If they were, they would have caught us while we were being really loud.” The tigress shook her head dismissively and walked over to grab her pants from underneath the bench. As she bent over to grab them, she heard the sound of footsteps coming toward them – multiple footsteps. With her pants in hand, she stood back up straight and turned to look in the direction where the footsteps were coming from. Her eyes went wide and she rapidly tapped her horse boyfriend on the shoulder.

Tashi, who was in the middle of pulling his cargo shorts back up, raised confused eyebrows at Alex.

With her horse’s attention, Alex calmly looked at him, grabbed both of his hands in hers, and whispered. “Run.”

Tashi went wide-eyed and started running immediately. He and Alex ran as fast as they could through the park towards the car park, laughing nervously as they did. Even as he was running from the Paul Blart Park Cops, the only thing Tashi could think about was how nice it was to feel the tigress’s hands in his again.

It was nice, really nice.

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Art by KanutWolfen

Tashi by TashiGibson

This story was the winner of the monthly story vote for March 2024 

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