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Ruari

Kieran fiddled with his collar again - or at least, fiddled with it as much as he could, what with the way his paws had been bound together along the leash. Normally it was a loose, rough tie, something that he could easily shake off and then redo himself if anything ever came up, but _this_time... the snow leopard tugged at his wrists and tried to pry his fingers into the gaps, and found that none of the usual slack remained there.

It didn't help that it was a little bit cold in the room, either, palpable to him even through his thick fur. Not as thick as it _could_be, as the one usually guiding this leash of his had also shaven him down quite a bit some time ago to make a statement on him, and seeing as how he had been left here at the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his fur, that collar, and then a pair of panties that really just served to keep the plug in place under his tail... he squeezed his shoulders closer together and wrapped his tail in over his lap.

Any minute now, he told himself as he watched the door leading to the hallway. Any minute now...

He had been quite excited for this leading up to it, especially after all of the teasing she put him through. Not the usual "she", either - not the one that usually tugged at his leash, and pressed down onto him from above, and bit at his shoulder and kept the key to his cage looped always around either her wrist or her neck. She had let Kieran out of that cage for tonight too, of course, and what with all of that teasing and the plug still held in place here, the snow leopard squirmed and shivered with anticipation and a long-simmered desire and need.

Actually... he wondered, where did either of them go...? His sister, his mistress, had been the one to get the door upon the other's arrival. Kieran had watched from a dutiful distance away as she had let in the bright, sharp striped hyena, black and white patterns on nearly full display beneath a sports bra and athletic shorts, a faint jingling ringing out every time she tossed her head or turned for all of the piercings hanging down across her muzzle.

Cool ochre eyes flashed past his sister's shoulder and focused right on him, then, and Kieran felt the weight of her gaze pierce into him. As a natural reflex he had straightened up and folded his paws behind his back, head slightly bowed, and waited for Ruari to approach, that quiet jingling accentuating every step. Though he had been so, so excited before, as she came up to him mostly all that thrummed through him was nervousness and anticipation, his mind set to run a hundred different courses as to what was to happen. Kiera had freed him from his cage shortly before Ruari's arrival and brought him right up to the edge by way of wiggling and working this plug underneath his tail accompanied by a single finger slipping and squeezing at the underside of his sheath through the panties, and naturally she had forbidden him from putting anything else on to greet their new visitor.

Really, though, it was supposed to be just him and Ruari, even if Kiera had been the one to arrange it. The hyena waited for Kieran to look up at her, and when he did he was almost surprised to see a soft, sweet smile bridging her lovely muzzle, just a hint of sharp predator's fangs visible between black-fleshed lips. At this point he had his collar on but not the leash, and Ruari leaned in and down to put herself level with him, braced one paw on her hip, and reached the other forward to slip two fingers through the ring at the front.

"And it's good to see you, too," she had cooed, voice warm and soft. Her breath so close to his muzzle immediately sent a shiver down the snow leopard's back, then did so again when he looked over her shoulder to see Kiera standing there by the door, arms crossed before her chest and a satisfied smirk on her muzzle. "Why don't you and I head back and get started?"

So they had. Kieran squirmed where he sat again, the awareness and anticipation still twitching quite strongly between his legs. First she had had him strip her down, snow leopard paws running back and forth over short, soft fur and the supple skin underneath, removing her bra, squeezing in along her breasts, moving down to her shorts and panties and the weight underneath.

Kieran swallowed and sighed, again looking over to the hallway. Ruari had been the one to affix his leash in place, and in doing so she had pushed him forward and down and grinded against him from above, the warmth of her half-hard shaft resting alongside the base of his tail right where that plug was buried... and right as he was getting into it, right as his noises of anticipation and frustration turned to eager, hungry moans, she slid off the bed, tied his paws together, and told him that she would be right back.

That was a while ago, now. Impatient, Kieran finally wobbled to his feet and made his way out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, where to his surprise the door stood fully open. There was Ruari there by the sink, leaning in with one paw braced against the counter, and then...

And then his sister hefted up onto the sink, one leg tossed around the hyena's bare midsection and grinding, gyrating, pulsing rhythmically, Ruari's other paw running up and beneath Kiera's shirt. Her wrist turned and lifted, and Kiera brought a paw up to tug her shirt and bra out of the way and guide Ruari's palm in against her chest, while she turned her head and slid in against the hyena's muzzle yet again, the wet smacking of lips against lips and tongue around tongue reverberating through the small room.

Then Kieran stepped on a squeaky floorboard, and two sets of ears flicked bolt upright. Ruari slid back a bit and angled her head, lips pulling and cheeks flattening as she continued to suck at Kiera's tongue even as she drew back out of the kiss, and then when she turned to look at the male standing there in the doorway she still kept her head partially tilted and mouth hanging open. Kiera leaned in over her a little further and angled her muzzle further, just so that she could circle her tongue around the single stud piercing through Ruari's.

"Kieran," Ruari rumbled. The other snow leopard licked and sucked at her lower lip, folding those snakebite piercings into her maw as well and briefly muddling and interrupting the hyena's words. "I told you to wait. You'll get your turn."

He opened his mouth to protest and reached for the door, though forgot that his neck was connected to his leash, and his leash to his paws. The snow leopard stumbled forward, caught himself just before he fell into the restroom, and then looked up just in time to see his sister's amused smirk flash down at him again. Then, wordlessly, she unwrapped her leg from around Ruari, braced her footpaw against the door, and swung it closed. Kieran had to take a step back so that it wouldn't knock him in the face.

Iri

Iri swallowed yet again, already able to taste on the air the scent that wafted off of the Pokémon before him. It felt like a dream almost, yet when he slowly, nervously brought his paws forward, the thick fur there definitely spread and shifted beneath his fingers, and as he slid and moved further up the back of the lupine's haunches he felt the warm skin and tight muscle beneath, the slight twitches and shivers at the unexpected yet not necessarily unwelcome touch. The dragon had eyed this beautiful Zacian ever since he had moved in with his roommate here, this huge, lovely wolf with her sleek, prim coat, the dangerously sharp predator's eyes, the smooth contoured metal... and then, of course, the warm, inviting flesh beneath her tail and between her hind legs, plump and glistening with constant bodily heat and moisture.

This roommate of his had left them on their own for the weekend, a bit suddenly; Iri had barely had time to agree to take care of the Zacian before the door closed and left them here, and now he stood behind the Pokémon, each at their full height. She looked back at him over her broad shoulder, slight confusion and questioning in her eyes; nervously, reluctantly, he continued up with his paws, one thumb curling beneath the base of her tail, the other slipping upwards and tracing along the plump flesh of her protruding spade. Both of them standing up like this, her keeping her tail raised since she could tell it was what Iri wanted - she was well-trained - meant that Iri's muzzle came perfectly level with that slight span of furless skin just between her sex and tailhole above.

The latter of these, puckered and wrinkled skin twitching and clenching in response to his shaky breaths, just drew the dragon in further. This close, every time he breathed in and swallowed he could taste_her on the air, heavy and damp and rich and... he traced his nose along the underside of the base of her tail, not needing to adjust his height or angle in the slightest to do so. Immediately he picked up the powerful scent of lupine musk, wet dog smell over a richer, more coppery bite, with the aroma of her spade beneath, deeper and warmer, not quite _fishy but certainly something.

His roommate ensured that his dear Zacian stayed prim and proper for performances and battles, but as for this side of her... Iri's nose and lips curled when he pressed his muzzle into its proper place there beneath her tail, the sensation of skin on skin sending a palpable shiver through the Pokémon's body and leading her to let out a surprised yip. It seemed like this portion had been left mostly untouched, given the layer of sticky slickness that hung between the folds and wrinkles of her tailhole, and the gathered bits of grime and gunk, and... the dragon swallowed again, drew a slow breath in through his nose, and shivered as he tasted that deeper stench in the back of his throat, dried flecks and crust of old use still clinging to the inner pucker, where pink flesh tinted slightly off-brown.

Iri could feel the Zacian straighten up every time he dug in a little closer, though her training kept her in place as he dug and nuzzled, snorting deep of her gathered musk, both feeling and tasting that slime as he drew it in along his breath. One paw reached up and spread through the thick, velvet-soft fur of her haunch, while his other drifted down to undo his pants and finally let out his arousal, twitching hard basically since that door had closed behind his roommate earlier.

Already he was drooling, thick strands of sweat and slime hanging between his nose and lips and the feral's tailhole when he drew back to catch his breath - which also already stank of her scent, enough that for a moment he had to reach up and touch his lips to see if any of her musk had dribbled down there. One paw along her haunch, thumb reaching in to spread her tailhole to show more of that brown-tinted interior flesh - her rim twitched and reflexively clenched - and the other down between his legs, rhythmically stroking back and forth, left her tail to relax back down and rest over his head between his ears, effectively sealing him in place there.

She twitched and clenched again, and in that moment Iri felt the Zacian's puckered tailhole purse out and then suck back in against his lips, a heavy, wet kiss sealing with sweat and drool and whatever else was still caught back here. The fur of her haunches, expertly brushed and trimmed, fluffed up and out around his snout to bury him in place as well, so that even when he drew his muzzle back to catch another breath of relatively untainted air, all he could inhale was still her.

Iri pursed his lips and came back in against the Zacian's puckered tailhole, sucking softly along those wrinkles until he could feel the days of musk and grime come free along his lips and tongue. He leaned forward and dug deeper, nose pressing more firmly underneath her tail until there was no way he could even try to pull back, between the way she stretched her legs up and back and squeezed her tail atop his head.

Again and again he licked and slurped and sucked at that tailhole, slightly bitter exterior giving way to the sharper, almost savory slime of her inner flesh, all of that slickness creeping along his tongue and back of his throat. Iri swallowed, puffed warm breath out through his nose, swallowed again, swallowed again, and only then felt that musk roll back down his throat, little clumps and flecks of grime going with it and tainting his breath. The Zacian in front of him shivered and pushed back a bit, responding in turn to his attention and thorough cleaning of her tailhole; he dug in, pressed his mouth against her pucker, parted his lips, sucked along the smooth interior flesh with his tongue digging deep... and then sucked harder as he jerked, bucked, and huffed, hips thrusting and the peak of his arousal emptying out across his paw and streaking over the floor beneath the huge Pokémon.

Still though, panting softly, Iri remained buried - partially because he couldn't really unstick his muzzle from where he had forced it against her tailhole, and partially since he didn't want to. Every time he breathed in, through his nose or his mouth, all he could taste was the aroma of her now saliva-slickened tailhole, twitching and clenching and flexing tight against his lips; he swallowed another few times, slurped his tongue out over his lips and her pucker, and then with a heavy, wet _schlk_managed to pull his muzzle free, thick strands of dripping drool and musk coating his scales and fur and rolling down her rump, parting around the protruding flesh of her glistening spade.

Gone for the entire weekend. Iri reached up and wiped at his mouth, then grimaced as that slickness stretched and pulled out between his muzzle and paw. He had a lot of work to do.

LomiDePuzlo

"Oh... gosh..."

Radia sighed as the hare pressed up against her, warm paws running up along the plush flesh of her rump and sides. The way her spread fingers slid in along her fur and skin sent a shiver reverberating up her back and down her tail, even though the much warmer, much sharper touch of the shower as it continued to spray down across the both of them banished any kind of chill from the cool day outside.

Rhapsody nipped at the sphinx's lower lip and tugged it between her own, then gave a little flick of her tongue against the sensitive flesh before letting it go. A little smirk stirred on her muzzle; she tilted her head, blue hair and soft ears swaying to the side, and gave a wink. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Radia answered, with a smile of her own. She tilted her head, splayed her hands over Rhapsody's shoulders, pressed her fingers in along the soaked fur there, and then leaned in... and once more felt her mouth meet the hare's in another kiss, this one linking there and parting, then coming together again, sinking deeper, opening for their tongues to brush and play back and forth over one another.

One of Rhapsody's legs came up between her own, soft lapine fur brushing and smoothing against the sphinx's puff of hair right there and making her shiver all over again, a breathy little moan dribbling out into the hare's mouth - which Rhapsody took in and echoed all her own, tongue swirling around Radia's and drawing it forth, teeth grazing gently over the surface, lips then coming in to squeeze and suck around it. The sphinx grinded forward and down against the slightly smaller hare before her, hands continuing on down to grip her hips and tug them forward against her - which in turn pushed their chests together as well, heavy breasts on both of them squishing, sliding, pressing together.

Still suckling and sighing around Radia's tongue, only occasionally swirling hers around and swallowing again, Rhapsody left one paw along her waist and let the other come up and over the soft flesh of her belly, fingers again sinking in to the warmth and weight there. Up that paw went, fingers gripping and squeezing at her heft and spreading the soap and water around, until she cupped one of those breasts, came up further, encompassed it in her palm, squeezed in, tugged out... and only then did she pull away from her still-protruding tongue, grazing her teeth along the surface as she went, and adjusted her stance.

Radia panted softly and leaned back against the wall of the shower, fully aware of her grinding against the hare's leg and the steady slickness that she left there, between the soap and water of the shower. Again and again Rhapsody squeezed and massaged at her breast, while continuing to press herself forward against and around the other; for a moment she straightened up and leaned back, shifting her upper body side to side to run one of her nipples, firm yet still soft in its own way beneath the warmth of the shower, over and around Radia's other. Her legs nearly buckled at that, yet still Radia caught her breath, turned her head, and sighed again, other hand splayed back against the tile wall of the shower.

Then, for a moment, her legs did buckle only for her to find herself caught along Rhapsody's body, when the hare nuzzled down along soaked fur and skin and gave her nipple, revealed between spread fingers, the same treatment that she had her lips and tongue. First she ran and grazed her lips down and across it, swirling around the little nub of sensitive skin there, already dripping wet from the shower; then she swallowed, let a little puff of breath out across the smooth skin - Radia shuddered again, that sensation somewhere between ticklish and delightful - and then, just as carefully, squeezed her lips in around it. A gentle touch, not quite a bite, not quite a suck; just a nip and pull and tug until it naturally came free from between her lips.

Then the tongue as well, trailing out after a moment and making the same movement. Rhapsody dragged it gently around Radia's nipple there, drawing it back and forth until that point of sensitive flesh stiffened up - then, that done, she pressed it in along the center, parted her lips, and dove slowly in, sensation turning to a gradual, gentle suckling. Yet again a shiver arced up the sphinx's back and her head rolled on her shoulders, her fingers splaying and gripping at the hare before her. Rhapsody dug her short muzzle into place at the front of her breast, jaw gently working and churning as she sucked again and again, tongue flicking up and over each time, teeth digging in just enough so that she could feel it.

"God..." she panted, arousal and energy pulsing throughout her. Radia couldn't help but drag her fingers and claws up Rhapsody's back, in a way pulling her closer towards herself. Nose and muzzle and lips pressed in along the soft heft of her breast, the hare's lips parting for a moment so she could draw in a breath just before diving right back in, this time with lips curled around her teeth to rub and tug and pull all over again, all the while still suckling softly - until that nipple popped free from her mouth. Only for a moment, though, as right after she dove down again and this time drew her tongue, broad and flat, all the way up along Radia's breast, dragging right over her already-tingling nipple.

It was easy to go from there, then, as sphinx spun hare around and pinned her back to the wall of the shower, yet again attacking her mouth with her own. Rhapsody giggled softly, then gave a little breathy moan as Radia shifted down from her mouth to her jaw, then her neck and shoulder with little nips and kisses - and then a deeper, heavier sigh when she returned the favor, teeth and lips and tongue drawing around soft flesh and skin.

It was cold outside today. They had already planned on taking a long shower.

Daet Wolfuar

Hal leaned forward against the couch and sighed, excitement and anticipation thrumming back and forth through his body. He had to put deliberate effort into keeping his tail from wagging and swaying above him, as the huge dire wolf taur stood at attention and ready above him - with his rather large shaft resting down across the side of Hal's tail, a thick, hot weight constantly twitching, tingling, throbbing, and just continuing to reignite this desire and excitement in his chest loins.

The maned wolf reached back with one arm, ran his fingerpads again over the dire wolf's slick length, and shivered at the thought that he was finally about to do this. So many months spent stealing glances and fantasizing, thinking and imagining and wondering, only for one thing to lead to another with a stray glance and a shy question and then... he ran that arm forward again and intentionally wiped his fingers off along his lips, adding to the slime and scent that had already gathered there from their time together this afternoon.

Hal almost couldn't believe all of this had happened. Still his fingers and palms tingled with the residual warmth of the dire wolf's huge balls and sheath, plump and heavy and supple as he had pressed and pushed and kneaded at them, feeling the way the dense flesh shifted and squeezed through thick skin; still his belly sloshed back and forth from the multiple mouthfuls of slick, liquid pre jetted out between his lips when he had moved up earlier to finally get a taste, so many fantasies coming to their peak here.

The maned wolf let out a little shivering moan and pushed himself back, intentionally running his tail along the underside of Raka's shaft. Above him the taur shuddered as well and rumbled, his huge shaft giving another throb and bounce against him - and, of course, emptying out another spurt of that pre between the smaller maned wolf's shoulders and against the back of his head. He moved forward again, lifted up, straightened out his legs, then used the angle of his rump to line himself up with the tip of the taur's shaft.

"Careful," Raka said from above him, but still gave a little thrust forward. Hal grunted and reflexively clenched back around that tip, but as soon as he relaxed he felt the so-familiar feeling of growing pressure and stretch, ring of muscles teasing open and out. "You know I'm..."

"I know," the maned wolf rumbled. He braced his upper chest and muzzle against the seat of the couch as he looked back and guided Raka into him, lowering down, raising his tail, spreading his legs, gradually working himself back and forth. I've been practicing, he almost said, but the feeling of Raka sinking gradually deeper into him, tapered lupine tip pushing deep, pulling him open, turned any attempt at words into a low, breathy moan.

So much like some of his larger stretching toys back in the bedroom, yet still distinctly different. This worked out for both of them, really: Raka had never been able to find a partner both willing _and_able to take him, and while Hal didn't mind a good, hard go in the lap of any of his chosen rides, sometimes he just needed the feeling of a fat knot tugging at his tailhole from inside, or one of his bigger toys, or a forearm past a clenched fist with fingers bunched.

Even so, though, despite his practice and his enjoyment, still the maned wolf had to go slower than he had expected. Before long he found himself draped across the couch with his eyes closed and mouth half-open, breath coming and going in little shuddering gasps as he worked himself back and forth, both paws reached back to keep himself spread open. Again and again he squeezed and tightened around the dire wolf's thick cock, going until his muscles just wouldn't respond anymore - and then he lifted up and pushed back further, able to feel the thick stickiness of natural arousal mixed with his saliva from earlier, all beneath the hearty dribble of lube he had traced along Raka's length from tip to sheath.

Doing that, it had been hard not to dig his fingers in beneath the supple skin of that sheath... so, naturally, he had, which had left this lovely scent along his fur all the way up to his knuckles on one and wrist on the other. Hal turned and buried his muzzle into that fur as he caught his breath, deep inhalations drawing deep of Raka's musk ground so firmly into his fur. Discomfort and tension kept his rump hiked into the air, legs twitching and shaking, body wanting him to slide forward and take more time even though his arousal wanted him to keep going.

Luckily, though, Raka made that choice for him: arms of his upper body braced against the back of the couch above his head, the dire wolf looked down, met Hal's eyes, waited a moment, and then gave a slow, gentle thrust forward. Even this small movement was more than enough to press the maned wolf in against the couch, right at the end of a hot, sharp gasp of a moan; immediately Raka pulled back, surprised and likely put off by the sound, but Hal pushed back to meet him and then slid forward again, hungry tailhole pulling and sucking at the taur's length.

There was a little bit of that deep, lingering pain that let him know he had pushed too far too quickly, but this was something that Hal had long since grown used to. Besides, he had wanted this for so long, and even though he wanted the taur to rest his forelegs over his shoulders and pound him down and forward, to breed him deep and stretch him along his shaft and knot, it still felt far better than even he had expected to slide and slip with that slow, steady movement forward and back, body squeezing and clenching all around that contoured length, his own arousal twitching beneath him.

Hal knew that, were he using one of his toys, there would be a sizable puddle of his own pre gathered between his legs - but when he reached down to stroke at himself he felt only the smallest drip there, as the taur's shaft was just too big inside of him to allow anything to come out. That, too, was familiar: it meant that when he came, which really wouldn't be too long at this rate, he would grit his teeth and buck and bounce and shiver, cock throbbing and slapping against his belly, yet nothing would dribble out until Raka pulled out as well.

And he fully intended to keep going until the dire wolf had met his peak, too. He looked over his shoulder, swallowed, and winked.

"Harder."