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This story was written for Serling as part of my "Between the worlds" themed Patreon Request Day. <3 It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, and fourth wall related fun. :3

An Outside Influence

As he lay in bed, Justin was aware of a presence. Someone who was not only aware of him too, but so acutely aware, it was though they were observing his very state of being. Like they were perhaps even going so far as to describe it, from his position in bed to the very thoughts running through his mind at that moment.

Justin was hard. He gasped, as though having previously been unaware of his own arousal. But that was silly. Of course he'd known he was hard. His mind was suddenly flooded by the memories of him stroking his own cock, the tiger's rumbling purrs ringing out through his bedroom as he worked his bare body to a state of trembling, breathless arousal. If only he had someone to share this space with. Someone other, of course, than that eternally watching presence.

The sound of a shower running nearby made the feline male jump, and pull himself bolt upright in bed. Okay, he was definitely not going crazy. He was alone in his apartment. His small apartment, and...

Turning his head to the right, the tiger chuckled. Of course he wasn't alone. The light was on in the en-suite of his large suburban home's master bedroom, and from within he could not only hear the sound of the shower drumming against the glass of the large cubicle, but giggling and moaning echoing from within. He growled softly, and rubbed at his right temple in confusion. It made total sense. It was his reality. It was all he had ever known, and yet... it wasn't. It was new. Different. Influenced by some outside force.

Justin looked upward, and saw only the bedroom ceiling. He growled under her breath nonetheless, addressing whomsoever, or whatsoever was out there, toying with him.

"T-this... this isn't funny. If this is some game to you? This is my life. My life."

There was no answer. Justin felt dumb for thinking that someone might actually answer him.

"Hey. Fuck you! I don't feel dumb. I mean... wait, what?!"

The tiger reeled in confusion, but as soon as he realised why he was doing so, at the behest of that unseen influence, he drew himself upright once more and clenched his fists in defiance. A split second later he stopped, and flung his hands skyward. He stuck out his tongue. He thrust his hips forward, making his cock slap from thigh to belly in a goofy arc. Then he fell limp, collapsing to the floor with his head in his hands.

He truly didn't know whether the force he could feel exerting itself upon him was merely _describing_what he was doing... or if it was making him do those things. His whole world felt like it was crumbling around him. His sense of self. His very being.

And still, all this while, the shower continued to run, and from within the bathroom alongside gently billowing clouds of condensation, louder and more urgent moans began to ring out.

Justin lifted his head, and looked towards the bathroom before glancing skyward. He looked... not defeated exactly, but at least like someone who no longer wished to fight what seemed increasingly inevitable. He chuckled softly.

"I'm gonna enjoy what's in the bathroom, aren't I?"

There was still no answer. But just when Justin was about to growl again, not understanding why that invisible force wouldn't just admit that it was there and let him at least try to come to terms with things, a small piece of lined paper fluttered down from the dresser standing by the nearest wall. A piece of paper upon which several words were scrawled in rather messy handwriting that the tiger did not recognise as belonging to anyone he knew.

The words made no sense as a reminder or a note of any sort, except... they perfectly answered the question that Justin had just asked.

'That, and a whole lot more.'

The tiger rose to his feet, he stared down at his six inch cock. He looked up, and chuckled dryly. He stared down at his eight inch cock, large and plump balls hanging beneath, and licked his lips as a little rivulet of pre-cum began to ooze in a state of near constant productivity from his twitching member.

"Fuck yeah..."

He chuckled. He grabbed the base of his cock in one hand, squeezing it with a breathless moan, and began to masturbate even as he walked into the bathroom to see what, and whom awaited him within.

***************

All of a sudden, Justin was in the bathroom. He must have only jumped ten feet or so in space, and a matter of seconds in time, but it was still deeply disconcerting to feel like reality had skipped a beat. Like a scene had just stopped and started anew, and whatever small unnecessary aspects of life he had taken part in during those moments had ceased to be of relevance to any aspect of reality, himself included.

He knew not to worry about such things though. At least, he knew it once he realised he knew it. He also knew not to think about the things that he realised were being fed to him by whatever force was overseeing this whole scene, otherwise he'd just be thinking about thinking about stuff, and it would end up getting into a whole circular-logic based ramble that would be really really hard to get out of without a pretty drastic and un-subtle shift in focu-

"Oh god. Oh god, h-harder!"

Justin's attention turned to the shower, against which he could see two breasts and the cheek of a furred face pressed, alongside two hands pawing feverishly at the steamed up glass. He didn't recognise the woman wailing and obviously lost in pleasure within, at least not at first. As he approached the shower door boldly however, first an inkling, then a more solid awareness began to spread through his mind. Memories flooded in of the prior night, and his eight inches throbbed happily within his hand as he recalled that horny as he might have been, his cock had been given more than enough opportunities to drain his always full and productive balls prior to falling asleep.

Pulling open the shower, the tiger groaned hungrily as he stepped inside and saw not one but two women within the steamy water's flow. The woman scrabbling and shrieking and panting against the shower's glass wall was a husky, and the one kneeling behind her, three fingers driving in and out of her pussy in a frenzy was her twin sister.

Justin paused. He raised an eyebrow. Her sister?! What the hell kind of sisters wanted to fuck each other?

He smiled as he shook his head, looking down at the woman burying three of her fingers deep in the husky's wet depths and seeing a panting, grinning German Shepherd. The husky's best friend, her trusted confidante and someone who since their teenage years had harboured the deepest, all consuming crush upon the husky. But definitely not in any way related to her. Ew. Gross. Totally not hot at all.

"Oh... Justin... t-thank you."

The German Shepherd gave a happy whimper, not for a moment slowing the pace of her fingers as they pounded at the husky's g-spot.

"Because of you, I get to spend the rest of my life with Sarah. If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for last night... she never would have seen me like this. As more than a friend. A lover. Someone she can share her life, and her body with."

This had been Justin's fantasy for years. Best friends, one harbouring a deep and passionate love for the other, finally brought together by his charm and warmth. Drawn to one another as they lay in bed together with him, and soon head over heels with the other woman, though always eager and willing to share their bed with the man responsible for awakening the truth that would make them happy.

It had been his fantasy for years, and Justin had brought himself to countless orgasms imagining it playing out just like this. So why now... now that he was living it, now that he was seeing it play out in front of him, did he find it kind of cheesy? Why now was he looking at these two women, and asking himself whether or not they would actually be happier if they'd found one another without him, and could love each other on their own merits... not as part of some straight guy's lesbian-centric fantasy.

Justin didn't even have to glance upward this time, nor did reality have to cut itself to shift the scene. He was prepared. He was willing to accept the reality of what was occurring, bizarre as it admittedly as.

He found himself back in bed. Sitting up, naked, erect, but not in some vast suburban home with an en-suite and a shower almost as big as his entire bathroom. He was in an apartment. Bigger than... well, no, not bigger than the one he'd once lived in, for this was that place. But where before it might have been a little cramped and outdated, it was modestly spacious and fully up to date in its decoration and fittings. The landlord wasn't a cheapskate. He was actually kind of awesome in the care he took not only for his apartments, but the tenants within them. He respected them, and they respected him in return.

The tiger chuckled to himself, even as he lay back and admired his eight inch cock and those hefty, swollen balls.

"A respectful and reasonable landlord... yeah, if I wasn't already sure that something was messed up in the world? That'd do it."

From beside Justin, a warm murmur rose up, and the soft sheets of the bed were pulled back by a yawning, stretching figure. The tiger glanced down at the otter, and he felt his heart swell, tears prickling at his eyes. A moment ago he had been thinking about his landlord. Now all he could think about, all he had ever been able to think about when she was in his field of view, was her. The otter's lithe body stretched, arching her back and pulling the sheets down to her belly. She gave a little burp as she yawned, and flung her hands over her muzzle as Justin snorted with laughter. She thrashed her hands in his direction as he rolled over and pretended to inhale deeply, giving a teasing moan as though turned on, and he caught her digits within his, feeling their wedding rings gently tap against one another.

"Mmm... so hot. Belch for me, baby..."

He howled with laughter as Rachel pushed him over and away from her, only to leap up and straddle his body, beating at his chest with playful, harmless fists. Her own naked body, pleasingly plump with curves that she was not afraid to show off and make work for her, pressed down against his, and she giggled as she felt his erection being pinned down by her own crotch.

"Careful. With morning wood like that, a girl might think you really were turned on by her belching."

The tiger grinned.

"Who says I was kidding? You do it so often, god knows it'd explain our sex life."

Rachel squealed and thumped him on one shoulder with a little more firm a punch, but her smile only got brighter, lighting up the room and making Justin's head spin with just how goddamn much he loved her. She leaned right down across the tiger's strong figure, and bumped the tip of her nose against his.

"Speaking of our sex life..."

She wriggled her hips, grinding her crotch against Justin's and making him growl happily as her pussy's lips parted and slid across the length of his swollen member. The tiger shuddered, and as his arms wrapped tenderly around the woman he loved while she continued to rub herself all over him, he glanced briefly up and over her shoulde-...

"Hey. Eyes on me."

Before he could direct a single thought to the unseen, outside influence however, Rachel drew his attention right back to her. She kissed him deeply, and before Justin could think, before he could even draw new breath to cry out, she was slipping his cock inside of her and slowly, tenderly beginning to ride him.

"Ahh... Justin, forget the writer. Let him do what he needs to do. C'mon. This is me. Me. Who cares that we're written to be this way. That we're together because it works for the story. It's not our problem. It's our blessing. So... let him do his thing, and you just focus on doing your wife. The more time you spend concentrating on that, the less time he has to waste on written exposition like this. Wouldn't you rather him be writing me moaning in pleasure? You filling me with cum? The two of us screaming and roaring together in ecstasy?"

The tiger blushed.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry, Rach. It's just... I wasn't sure... y'know... t-that you..."

Rachel kissed him again, and began to ride him a little more firmly, to distract him and make him drop the subject as much as anything.

"Of course I know, Justin. The writer figured out what you wanted. What you really wanted. Not some sexual fantasy to live out, but reality. With sex... sure, and lots of it. But based around so much more. Love, and the million little things that make love work. And part of love? Is trust. And trust means that I need to know these things. Things like the very make-up of our reality being bent around some smutty author's wishes... and now, ours too."

With a wave of her hand, Rachel giggled as Justin cried out in shock. The bed disappeared, and instead they were lying upon a mountainside, in a meadow full of wildflowers. Still naked. Still with her riding him. But outdoors, and with a cool mountain breeze stiffening the otter's nipples upon her chest.

As quickly as they appeared on the mountainside, they were back in their bedroom, Rachel's point made. She pulled herself upright, and guided Justin's hands to her flanks so he could hold her steady, not to mention caress and enjoy the sexy curves of her form, as she began to bounce up and down upon his thick cock.

"C'mon... aah... you don't need the writer's help for this. He just has to put the words down. You're the one doing it. You're the one choosing to do it. Please... oh, p-please, Justin. Fuck me."

Rachel gave a giddy squeal as the tiger rolled them over, pinning her beneath him and starting to do exactly as she asked. Her hands clawed and scratched desperately at his back as his thick erection plunged deep into her, the tiger's heavy balls slapping and almost spanking her quivering ass.

"Harder. Harder. Ooohhhh r-right there, yes!"

Her inner muscles clamped down around the tiger, but he didn't need the unseen force to write it in order to feel it. He felt her juices flowing, dribbling and them gushing with greater volume out over his erection and the surrounding furred flesh, but not because he thought that was hot. It was happening because his cock was plunging deep into the otter's tight depths, and rubbing his girthy shaft all over her sensitive inner workings. It was happening because it was real. Because his actions had consequences, and he wanted to use those actions to make his lover... his wife happy with every breath, every heartbeat granted to him.

Justin stared down into Rachel's eyes as he saw her hanging on the brink of ecstasy, and held his gaze there. He smiled at her. He growled, and moaned as her mouth widened in a shocked, desperate 'O'. Her thighs clamped down around his waist, and her back arched, lifting him up with the force she exerted as an ear-splitting cry signalled her orgasm's arrival.

"Yes! Yes , Justin... c-cum with me. Cum, baby! Now!"

The tiger knew he could have, if he wanted to. He could do anything. Be anywhere, be with anyone. All he had to do was think it, and let the writer write it.

But he didn't.

He kept fucking his wife. Kept pressing his cock deep inside of her clutching, quivering, soaking and burning hot depths. And though it didn't happen right away, precisely and perfectly as she begged him to... it wasn't long before he was cumming, and filling Rachel up with his seed even as she trembled and whimpered in the wake of her own orgasm.

"Yes... y-yessss... ohhh, baby... I love you so much..."

The otter moaned happily to her husband as she felt him let loose, not rushed, not hastened by the writer's influence. Exactly when his body was ready, not a moment sooner.

Justin opened his muzzle to reply in kind, but closed it again with only a mid-orgasmic grunt. He saved it. He shivered, and bucked his hips, but he saved his declaration of love. He didn't mind the writer's presence. He was glad of it, for without it, for all he knew, none of this would have been possible.

But this... those words he had to speak to Rachel, he wanted them to be private. To be personal. And to be his alone. It didn't matter of no-one else saw or read or heard them. It didn't matter if they existed at all, to the writer and whatever unseen influences lived alongside him.

His feelings were real. His love for Rachel was real. And he'd tell her. He'd share that with her, and a whole life's worth more of feelings and experiences, too.

All just around the corner. All waiting for the two of them to share in them.

All lying just beyond...

The End

By Jeeves

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