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"Ach! Jaq, hang on! I thought this was going to be a just us night!" The red waxwing, Reginald, yammered as he was dragged along by his feathers by an excitable, red-headed Somali cat in front of him, her bushy, rust coloured tail smacking across his beak more with each swish until he finally batted it back down.

"It is, Regi! Just us and Shadi and Isiat! It'll be great! Like a double date!" She paused midstride, turned and embraced the avian in her floofy hold, playfully dragging her tongue across the side of his beak.

"Unless you really don't want to go, in which case you can just drop me back at the pier and-"

"Nono! That wasn't what I was saying at all!" The avian laughed nervously, turning to give the cat a quick peck upon her cheek. Her barely neck-length red hair tickled his nostrils as he did. "It was just... Unexpected was all! I'm fine with it. I promise!" If his cheeks had been any redder, it may have shown clean through his feathers.

"That's the spirit! Come on! We'll have some drinks, some food, some drinks, dessert, some drinks, and it'll be great! You'll see!"

Jaquline wasn't often in this part of the world, and the opportunity to catch up with Shadi had far outweighed any actual desire to go on a date with Regi. Sure, he was a great lover and whathaveyou when she was here, but like her, he also knew what it was to have that wanderlust. Just his was for the sky, and hers was for the sea. They complimented each other's personalities well enough, however, and in the bedroom, to say there were sparks between them was like comparing a battery to a lightning strike. But they were by no means any sort of long term item. All cats strayed, from time to time.

Regi for his part couldn't deny the chance to catch up with Isiat was as good an excuse to get drinks with them as any other. He hadn't been one of 'the gang' so to speak, of Colonel Carcer's direct squadmates, but he had flown them from point A to B often enough and pulled them out of more than one hot LZ. It had earned him an honorary place in their group. He was far too busy with his latest sport flying contract to catch up aside from the occasional message online and liking their status updates. Such was modern life. You did what you could when you could.

Jaq at least looked better than he did. She had gone out of her way to dress nicely if a little casual for the occasion. A plain white tee-shirt that contoured to her slender waist and slim-fitting jeans that accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs, with just a thin strip of her rusty red fur peeking out between. Enough to be alluring and sexy without appearing outright slutty. It did little to hide the skull and crossbones that had been pigment tattooed into her fur on her left shoulder.

Regi had just worn his black leather bike pants and an old aviator style jacket in matching black leather. He'd been flying an hour before Jaq had called and hadn't bothered to change. He knew she wouldn't care. Isait and Shadi were another story though...

Thankfully, the married couple also weren't as picky. Regi had met Isiat, but only heard stories of his wife from the rest of their social group. Ass for days and tits like pillows. Tightest snatch this side of Glasgow. Purrs like a kitten and bites like a snake if you pet her the wrong way. Also apparently she was a damned good baker if the cake he'd had at Eyesah's birthday last year was anything to go by. Everything but the last part was hearsay of course, and he knew how rowdy the boys got. How many of their crazy, sexscapade filled stories were true was anyone's guess, but Regi hazarded that it was on the low side. It was all far too speculative for his liking. Boys liked to brag after all.

They found the restaurant easy enough, a mixed menu middle-class place off the Thames whose claim to fame was one of those 'Eat a 5lb steak and get your photo on the wall' contests. The decor was mid-2000's, but the food was outstanding and more than warranted their 4.9 average on Yelp.

They stepped inside and quickly made towards the spotted tan lioness and her not-quite-a-kitsune husband's booth. Regi heard an odd chirping sound, and it took him a moment to realise it was coming from Shadi, the little lioness's big tail lashing back and forth in the aisle between booths. He tugged on Jaq's arm.

"Uh, what is that noise she's making and why is she staring at me."

"Oh! That's her excited hunting chirp. She's spotted something she wants to eat."

Her explanation did little to reassure Regi.

".....Again, then why is she looking at ME?"

"Easy! She wants to eat you. Now be a good bird and say hello or I might just let her... Maybe if you're really good both of us will." She added with a cryptic, yet alluring wink that simultaneously aroused and terrified the visibly confused avian.

"I- Wait, wha-"

"Jaq Jaq!" Shadi squealed as she leapt up to embrace the Somali cat in a smothering hug; An achievement in itself, considering she barely even came up to Jaquline's breasts.

A firm handshake from Isiat and a round of strong rum mixers and appetizers later, and Regi almost jumped when he felt Jaq's paw caressing his thigh, her foot playing against his shin.

Shadi was still eyeing him from across the table, making her soft chittering noises between bites and conversation. Jaq talked about the last cross channel trip she had taken the week before. Shadi talked about a funny incident on shift at the hospital. Isiat bored all of them with talk about his business trip to Iraq that he'd only returned from a week ago, and only after his dragon boss, Scion, had insisted he wasn't sending a replacement vehicle for the one that had been destroyed by an IED. And when it came Regi's turn to talk, he found his mouth dry, and not an interesting thing to mention. So he defaulted to work and hoped not to bore everyone again.

"Seriously? You've been flying for RedBull up at the Mach loop?" Isiat commented while ordering another round of drinks for them from a passing waitress.

"No, that contract ended months ago, but they're sending a fellow to discuss it in spring again. Nobody wants to go watch helicopter stunts in the rain. I've been doing tour flights along Dover, but beyond that, it's been a slow few months." The waxwing said with a shrug of his shoulders, tucking into a plate of fish and chips ravenously.

"And he still hasn't got himself a steady lass either, would you believe it?" Jaq laughed, slugging Regi in the arm for good measure.

Reginald nearly choked on his food, red-faced between his three quietly laughing friends.

"Oh, let the poor boy be Jaq. I thought that was what you were with him for!" Shadi snickered, shooting a playful wink at her longtime friend. The two women were as thick as thieves, and Regi was about to find out just how deep their conspiracy ran.

"Nah, I'm just the eye-candy for him to get into the parties. Though speaking of, your guys' place after this? 'fraid I only got a one-bed hotel room. Wasn't expecting to be in town too long."

Isiat and Shadi shared a knowing glance between themselves, with Isiat leaning in to whisper something in one of the Amasii lioness's overlarge ears. She giggled, once again making the chittering purr towards Regi.

A wave of goosebumps ran along Reginald's arms. Something warm and fluffy brushed against his leg, sneaking higher. He was sure this time it didn't belong to Jaq.

"Oh, I'm sure we can arrange a party. We've more than enough liquor for it after all... Desert first?"

"Sure, uh, I have to go and uh... Freshen up." Regi quickly excused himself, all but jumping from the stall.

The waxwing scarpered quickly, ducking out the back door of the restaurant to find the restrooms.

The second he was out of sight, the remaining three at the table burst into laughter.

"Oh! Oh, the poor boy. You didn't tell him anything, did you Jaq?" Shadi giggled, levelling the question more like a playful accusation.

"Hey, don't blame me. I told him it was just like a double date! I can't help it that he's never been on a double date with you two before! He doesn't have a clue what to expect. Me? I'm fine with whatever you two kinky fucks want to do, but since he's not part of your bet, Isiat-" Jaq paused, the cat levelling a nod towards the black, white and red-furred male.

"...and has never had to deal with the insatiable sex drive of you, Shadi-." She turned to the tan lioness, who simply licked her claws clean of the little crab still on them.

"Guilty as charged. I'm not apologizing." Shadi mused with a mischievous chuckle.

"You didn't last time either, and I wasn't walking right for a week after you and Isiat had me leaking from every hole you could plausibly fuck! Remind me not to get between you two when you're riled up. One of you is bad enough. The two of you together are just mean! I can't even look at cuffs anymore without getting shivers." She protested, laughing.

"You were the one who brought him Jaq. I had been expecting it to just be you, maybe one of the lads." Isiat added with a shrug, nursing his scotch for a moment.

"Mhmm, well, Eyesah has a nice prick, but he's been getting clingy after last time I slept with him. The boy needs a proper girlfriend. Besides, Regi is fun as well. You guys just haven't really given him the chance to... Well, get involved, let alone come along to one of your 'playdates'." Jaquline said with a smirk, emphasizing the word in such a way it clearly implied that Isiat and Shadi's playdates were anything but. Shadi's leg rubbed against her own with a fond, affectionate purr.

"Well, that's his fault for never being around... He seems nice enough. How is he..." Shadi hesitated, before stretching her paws out, and twiddling her fingers with a devious little hint of a smile playing on the corners of her lips. One paw made an O between her thumb and forefinger, one of the digits on her other pushing lewdly through the gap.

"In bed? Good god, I figured after your last time with a bird, you'd be more interested in actually eating him."

"Okay, in fairness, that whole thing last time doesn't count."

Isiat just watched on with a casual amusement. Shadi was a good pet. When she had been good and wanted a treat, she got it. If he got a piece of that treat as well, well, all the better. They'd been married for over a decade. Sometimes it was just all in good fun to invite others into their fun, and he wouldn't deny he enjoyed it as well. He liked showing off the prized pet he had claimed, and she never forgot just who her master was at the end of the day.

She made her quiet hunting chirp again, looking over Jaq's shoulder towards the door the red-feathered Avian had disappeared behind. Isiat caught her looking and just grinned.

"She hasn't had a proper avian before. Closest would be a gryphon... Think of men like food. She wants to try a bit of everything."

"He's fun. Knows his way around a cat..." Jaq added with a knowing wink at Shadi.

The little lioness gave a playful growl in protest, nipping at her master and husband's fingers, gently kissing the solid gold ring on his left hand. Then she bit him. Gently.

"Can I?" She purred sweetly, giving Isiat her biggest kitten eyes, green and topaz gems flashing around her dilated pupils.

Isiat met her with a cool gaze from his vivid, permafrost blue eyes

"Will you behave?" He asked flatly.

"....Y...Yes?" Shadi wavered just a little, but her tail was swishing back and forth like a brush across paper. Jaq watched the exchange with a rapt fascination.

"No, you won't." His voice was as blunt as his honest answer.

"I'll bring you something back from the dessert bar. You too Jaq!" Shadi promised, looking over to her friend.

Jaq shrugged and sipped her drink some.

"You know what? Go get him. Tell me how he was, we can compare notes."

Shadi's eyes lit up.

"I'm going to uh... Go try the sample you brought." She giggled, standing and heading out after the bird, those little chirps following her as she slipped behind the door.

Isiat took another bite of his steak, looking over at Jaq. She was still staring at the doorway that was swinging shut, Shadi's tail slipping out of sight.

"Doesn't that ever make you... Ya' know? Jealous?" She commented after a long pause.

"Hmmm? What? Shadi? Once, maybe. But you saw her collar. She's been nothing but a loyal and faithful partner and pet all these years. She knows who she belongs to at the end of the fun, and she knows who treats her like the spoiled queen she is. We're both just in it for the kinky thrill and because we really like sex." Isiat said with a soft chuckle, downing the last of his drink. Jaq was thoughtfully quiet for a long moment.

"Don't tell me the free spirit is jealous of the married couple." He added, the vulpine suppressing a snicker of amusement. Jaq laughed it off.

"Maybe a little. You're a strange sort Isiat. Shadi as well."

Isiat's tails gave a merry little flicker behind himself, but he made no attempt to contradict her assessment, and instead just dipped his head in a brief acknowledgement.

"You might be right. At the end of the day though, I have it on good authority that I'm still the best lay. Your birdy boy would probably die trying to keep Shadi sated. Hell, even Parker couldn't keep up with her, and he's a freaking dragon." The pair laughed before a brief silence came across both of them. The air was already charged with sexual tension. They could both feel it. They locked eyes, and Jaq's tongue darted out to wet her lips, parted slightly in a silent pant.

"Well, they're going to be busy for at least fifteen minutes. She won't let him go until he's repaid the favour."

"So what do I get for having my date stolen by your wife?" She finally piped up, crossing her arms in mock indignation.

"Dessert?" Isiat suggested, pointing at the menu with a smirk.

"Pfft. You know your wife is going to go straight for that." Jaq grinned, letting her finger fall upon the 'Cream pie'. "Think we can get some to go for your place?"

"Depends on how well you can bite your tongue in my lap. Come here Jaq. I know you didn't come all this way for the food." He growled, gesturing her over with a devious curl on his finger as he pushed himself back in the cushy booth seat. They were in the back corner, as was normal for Isiat. It was winding down into a quiet evening, and there were only a few other occupied tables. He rated his chance of being interrupted as minimal.

Jaq on the other paw wasn't as sure. Public play was... something she hadn't delved into. At least not this exposed!

"What? Right here?"

Isiat's gaze didn't falter for a second. When he spoke, it was with all the humour of an officer being asked to repeat his order.

"Did I stutter?"

With a shiver that was part nervousness and part unfettered excitement, Jaq slipped out from her seat and around to beside Isiat where Shadi had been moments before. Isiat's broad paws all but hauled her into his lap by her curvy thighs, barely hesitating before his fingers were slipping beneath the waistband of her jeans and against her femininity.

Dampness immediately coated his fingertips as he growled, nipping the cat's ears that she folded submissively down, biting back a hiss of pleasure at that first contact. His fingers were firm, rough, with paw pads calloused by work that rubbed against her slit in a way that made her toes curl.

"See? Shadi can tell you all about why I'm the best. Now keep quiet cat, and I might even let you get off before they get back."

Shadi chittered again as she prowled through the back area of the restaurant, following the scent of her prey as he tried to duck out on them. Well, she couldn't have that now! Not before they'd even gotten home yet!

She could hear water running from the row of restroom stalls and the sinks and bench adjacent, and grinning to herself, pushed a 'closed for service's sign across the doorway from the cleaning cart parked outside.

Regi was leaning over the sink, splashing his face with cold water, and didn't even hear the stealthy lioness as she crept towards him, her paws suddenly around his waist.

"Ahhh, Jaq! I thought-" he looked up into the mirror, and saw the tan lioness who had grabbed him, his eyes widening in shock.

"Shadi!?"

"That's me! Hi! Isiat is keeping Jaq company, so I thought I would come to check on you. They were fixing to start dessert after all..." she added with a low, sultry purr and a flick of her tail. Her tongue lashed out across her lips. Regi turned, back against the sink as he tried to face the short feline who barely reached his chest. Her paws came down on the counter on either side of him, effectively trapping him. Despite her diminutive size, her paws stayed fast against his squirming.

Her eyes looked up at his fiercely, clearly done playing with her food.

"Let me cut to the chase. Jaq brought you along cause she wants to get dirty. My idea when I heard she was in town. When we get back to our place after this, if you play along, we'll all be fucked into a coma by morning. So, you've got two choices here pretty red bird." Shadi said with a toothy grin, shifting her paws to rub at the avian's chest, fingers working their way under his shirt to rub across his downy soft torso, tracing the lines of his abs.

"You play along, and we all have a good time... Or you can fly away. Your choice, but uh... Your body seems to know what it wants." She added with a quiet giggle, slowly kneeling and letting the mounds of her perky breasts rub along the obvious bulge in his trousers. She licked her lips again, never breaking eye contact.

"And, well... Kitty wants some cream." She gave a purr. Regi leaned back against the counter, huffing loudly. This was not at all how he had seen his night going, but as a single, red-blooded male, he also wasn't about to complain, although it did raise a lot of questions.

"Wait, this was Jaq's idea all along? And what about your husband, won't he-" Regi stammered, trying to get himself righted with the sudden turn of events.

"Heh, you've never been around a couple like us, huh? I see why Jaq wanted to bring you. Fresh meat is always fun!" she purred, her paws pushing back against his hips as her cheek brushed over his abs, whiskers tickling the exposed feathers where her paws had pushed it up. Her fingers went to work on his waistband.

"I wouldn't be back here with you if Isiat wasn't okay with it... Heck, he's probably having his fun with Jaq as well, so you might as well enjoy it." Her tongue dragged over the edge of his bulge, making it twitch as the faint pleasure he felt through the material. Indecision gnawed at him, but he pushed it back down, sighing as Shadi finally succeeded at prying his belt's clasp open, leaving him with his pants hanging open.

The now loudly purring lioness kneeling before him wasn't the cat he had shown up with, but if Shadi got her way (Oh, and Shadi always got her way), he'd certainly be leaving with her and Jaq both.

The silk boxers he wore were cute, and she teased the buttoned part in the fabric with her tongue, slipping it between the folds to taste directly at the bird's flesh beneath. The musky flavour clung to her tastebuds with an approving growl of satisfaction above her, the red-faced waxwing huffing loudly.

"Ahh, fuh-ck..." Regi groaned as she locked him again through the silk, before she peeled his boxers away entirely, exposing his throbbing, tapered tool to the cool air of the bathroom.

"Mmhm." Shadi rumbled in agreement. "But not yet. You'll get yours, Birdy boy. Let me have a taste first." She said breathily, laying her eyes on the long shaft proudly jutting from between his feathers from its hidden home. Gingerly, she wrapped one of her dainty paws around his base, the other encircling his upper shaft, and angled it downwards where it pointed from his hips like a lewd spear.

She didn't hesitate, and knew exactly what she wanted, wrapping her lips around the pointy tip, her tongue teasingly wiggling against the narrow cum-slit there. Regi just let his eyes shut in bliss, the avian leaning back against the counter with a soft coo.

"O-ooh... That's nice." He huffed as she began to work her paws, using his natural slickness as lube as she set to work pleasing him like the good submissive she was, if a bratty one.

"Oh don't worry pretty bird, it gets better. You know the 'snap my collar' challenge the teenagers have been posting about?" She suggested with a wicked little wink as she pulled back with a messy smack of her lips. A string of his already leaking precum connected her lips to his tip still. The tiny bell upon her green leather collar made a soft jingling noise as she suckled him into her maw. Inch by inch, the cat worked her way down him, purring all the while like a pleasurable background vibration.

She gave his hefty length a firm squeeze around the base, feeling his cock jump in reaction, and did it again for good measure. Oh, he wasn't the largest Shadi had ever taken, but in length alone, he was up there for sure. She couldn't help but giggle at the quiet mental comparisons she was running against her master's knotted shaft and all the other lovers she had taken over the years. Each had their unique pleasure she would find, and no doubts Regi's would be all about kissing her cervix with his narrow, tapering tip and stretching her lips around his deliciously thick base where his cock parted his feathers at his cloaca.

He tasted clean, well washed, far better than many of the males she'd had, and carried a particular boldness to his scent and taste as she greedily swallowed the precum that beaded from his tip like a string of pearls. Sweet almost, no doubt thanks to his supposedly rather strict diet. She hadn't heard too much of the avian before today, and before Jaq and Isiat had mutually agreed that he should be let in on their fun.

Eager to make sure his first impression was the best sort, she let her throat muscles ripple and squeeze, coaxing more of his shaft past her already stretched lips and into her throat with a low moan. Her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock from tip to base, the feline huffing through her nostrils to try and keep her lungs from screaming in protest at the thick obstruction in her airway.

She could feel just how snug her collar was now, pressing into the skin of her bulged neck around the girthy male she was nursing upon. She purred and felt him throb eagerly, and let out a quiet groan of enjoyment above her, his hands finding her large ear to use like grips.

Mhmm, yes, that's it, birdy boy. Get cozy while the kitty gets her treat... Shadi mused to herself around the mouthful of bird-breeder she was at least 9 inches down on, but when that could be measured as an appreciable fraction of your total height, it was a more impressive feat for the little submissive lioness.

Right on cue, the red waxwing tightened his grip, squeezing her ears firmly as his hips rolled, slowly pistoning himself in and out of her warm and wet mouth that enveloped his prick so well. Her tail flicked across the smooth tiles as she shuffled on her knees, wrapping her paws around his hips to help the male as he muzzled her with his cock, filling her senses with his own unique flavour and scent. She braced herself against each smooth, deep thrust, her nose buried into the downy fur of his torso and held there by the greedy and eager avian, who fucked her mouth like a pup on prom night, eager and playing each thrust by ear, the feel of her swirling tongue and the pitch of her moans.

One paw dipped down, sliding beneath her dress to feel the heat that radiated from her folds, the first signs of her approaching season. Her arousal was dripping down her sex lips, and she pressed her palm up, cupping her womanhood so that she could grind down onto her palm, her moans increasing in pitch.

There was no way the poor bird could have held out against the skilled ministrations of Shadi's muzzle though. She was a good pet and knew all the dirty little tricks there were to pleasing a male with her body, be that her ass, her paws, her tail, muzzle, or her cunt. She could bring a male from zero to peak in but a scarce few minutes if she wished, or drag it out across agonising hours of pleasure. She could make her muscles clench and pull to draw a male to his hilt in but a single stroke, or even force a male to burst a condom with skilful and devilish twisting of her inner muscles.

Regi, having never come up against a woman like her before, just as she planned, didn't last longer than she wanted him to, groaning loudly as his shaft tensed and throbbed warmth and pressure building and rushing along his length until-

Shadi pulled back suddenly, her paw clenching around the base of his shaft tightly as she blew a breath of cool air, cancelling his peak as quickly as it had come on. Regi gave a long string of frustrated grunts and chirps, his feathers visibly and metaphorically ruffled.

"Ahh, why? I was soo-" He began to protest, huffing and with his legs trembling, barely constrained on the edge of bliss, and then having it ripped out from under him without warning.

"Oh, no no... You're more than ready, but I want you to know what kind of night you're in for... You didn't break the collar, but I've got somewhere better for you to put that pretty pecker of yours anyway..." She purred, licking the last of his preseed from her lips. In a single motion, she stood, and spinning about, hiked her dress up and over her head. She set it up on the counter before she hopped up on the granite-topped ledge alongside it.

She wriggled back until she was looking right at him, tongue hanging out as she chuffed hotly, her thick thighs spread and inviting, tail beckoning the bird in. Moisture and arousal clung to the thin peach-fuzz of fur around the lioness's sex lips, puffy and swollen with lust. She parted them to show off just how ready she was with her fingertips, grinning ear to ear.

"Why don't you come and give the kitty a good filling, or else I'm going to pounce you like a stray tackling a sparrow."

Jaq hissed quietly as Isiat's paw squeezed around her muzzle, one finger digging into the corner of her cheek like a fish hook to keep her quiet in his lap.

"Ahh~ I'm mot won off your pefs..." She mumbled around the finger in her muzzle. It still wasrichly flavoured with the spice of her arousal from when she'd shamelessly cum around his writhing digits not five minutes ago. Sitting in the many-tailed vulpine's lap with her pants tugged down around her thighs would have been just slightly less awkward without him going full dominant on her.

"No? A shame. You'd look cute in a collar marked 'Shadi's Bitch'." He chuckled darkly, teeth nipping at her ear. His fly was open, the vulpine's dappled maroon shaft wetly smearing against her sodden sex lips as he ground himself lazily against her, clearly enjoying the pleasurable torment he was putting her through.

Yanking on her cheek, he pulled her head around so she could see him, giving her that terribly devious grin on his muzzle.

"I'm going to fuck you now, and you're going to moan like a good girl."

He thrust up into her without any further preamble or warning, sinking several slick inches into her body as his paw clamped around her short muzzle. She groaned a muffled, pleasured noise into his palm, her tongue darting out to softly lick across the smoother, soft pads covering it. Lightning danced along her stretched sex lips where his vulpine girth split her body like a ripe fruit.

Jesus, he was eager, wasn't he? And thick! No wonder Shadi so often looked like she was staggering after they emerged from their bedroom in the mornings! God, if this was anything like the last weekend she'd spent with them...

She started to purr as he slowly gyrated inside of her, letting her slide down onto him like a pole dancer from the gentle rocking motions and gravity alone. Every inch she lowered herself, his spread her out until she had to shift and part her legs further to let his inflating glandis between her thighs more comfortably. When her lips were stretched around the top of his knot at last, and her cervix all but kissing his spade-like tip, she shut her eyes and huffed. She did her best to relax, to make her body stop clenching so hard around him, but if it was an impediment to Isiat, he didn't let on, content to let the feline squirm atop his knot while he merely rode the steady waves of pleasure, slickening her already soaked passage with ribbons of his virile precum.

"There... follow my lead now, cat." His growled words were dark and heated, a rumble that sent shivers of desire down her spine. It was intense. Is this how Shadi felt all the time? Why the hell couldn't Owen be more like his brother when she hooked up with him? Hell, why couldn't any of his friends bring that kind of lustful intensity to the bedroom?

The breath left her in a rush as he pulled her down onto his spire, splitting her sex wide into a lewd, stretched O, and she bit his paw to muffle her groaning and whimpering as he began to freely fuck her. He thrusts quickly picked up in speed and force, his free paw digging its claws into her thigh for leverage. He fucked her with an almost determination, a wicked intent to see her whining and squirming in the pleasure his thick spire was bringing her.

Despite her best efforts to maintain some semblance of control, Isiat's brother, Owen, was not nearly as pure a dominant as Isiat. He didn't take charge the same way, making it perfectly clear what he wanted like Isiat... Certainly didn't take what he wanted like he owned it either. Even Reginald was like a cool glass of Long Island ice tea on the beach, sweet and easy-going, smooth with a bold finish when he came. He was nice in his way, but Isiat was a whole new intensity, like strong coffee in the morning combined with the jolt of a defibrillator.

She wasn't used to her partners being this intense! Isiat took her from 0 to 60 in the time it took for his knot to start spreading her lips, even while she shook her head in a pointless, pleading gesture. She couldn't get knotted here! Not like this. Her cheeks were burning at the very idea, and yet, it sense a perverse thrill along her nethers that made her knees tremble.

"Now now. You agreed to this night when you spoke with Shadi. You know the rules. Safeword or I'm tying you, and Regi can come back and see how sweet you look all spread out on a vulpine knot. You're on the pill right? Are you going to say it, or are you going to nod your head and beg for some real cock like a good girl?" His thrusts were smooth, slow, and utterly relentless, like a car trying to stop a train.

It didn't matter how hard she clenched, or even if she tried to push herself back off of him by raising her hips, he effortlessly found himself bottomed out at the end of each thrust. If she let him tie her here, she would be his and Shadi's plaything for the evening until she was walking home bow legged. And the more the naughty threat loomed over her, the more eager her body grew, warm with heat and need. It became less a threat, and more a promise. He hilted her to his knot, and throbbed another pulse of precum against her cervix, marking her body. Each wet splash inside of her sent another jolt of unimaginable pleasure up her spine.

"F-fuh-fuck..." Jaq was all but biting her tongue to stifle her moans, even as his knot stood on the cusp of slipping into her entirely. She didn't care. She was so damn close her entire passage was trembling in need and lust. The wet slaps seemed far louder than she knew they were, and in a desperate bid, she dug her claws in. She was going to end up tied, stuck, and leaking the vulpine in front of Regi anyway, and there was no point resisting it.

"Fuck! In already, mutt!"

Isiat growled and offered her his paw a second before he slammed his knot home, pushing her down onto his lap as his teeth found her shoulder. She bit down almost gratefully, silencing her cry of bliss as she came hard around the bulb of vulpine lodged deep in her cunt with a messy pop, trembling and clamping down around the root of his dappled marron shaft while she made a mess of the seat beneath them and gave a muffled moan into his palm. His cock throbbed deep within his, his sac tightening as he tensed. She was going to get bred right in the middle of the restaurant, and she was cumming hard while he did it too!

The only question now was how soon would Regi be getting back?

Shadi yowled and scraped her claws along the edge of the granite counter, her meathook like claws leaving visible gouges in their wake. They were the reason Isiat's back was so often clawed to hell, and why Regi's was fixing to go the same route. It was only through determined force of will she hadn't mauled the waxwing and his pretty feathers after he managed to hilt his impressive length in just a handful of eager thrusts.

He shoved his tapered length into her, pushing the little lioness back while his hands cupped her plush asscheeks and his cock absolutely slammed into her tight honeypot, doing his best to wreck the married feline and leave her a cum stained mess for Isiat afterwards. Her body gripped him with the tightness of a vice and the heat of a forge, and she'd already cum once as he battered his hips back and forth like a jackhammer breaking concrete. The wet slap of rough fucking filled the bathroom, echoing off tile floors.

"Ahhh~ Oh, good pretty bird~ Nngh... I knew you were... Aah! Worth the hunt." She gasped between breaths as he knocked on her womb each time he hilted the feline, marring it with streaks of precum. She leaned back, supporting herself against the wall mirror as he railed her, paws going to her breasts to tweak her nipples, putting on an erotic show for her newest conquest. She was a mess already downstairs, her light pubic fur matted and stained with her cum and the avian's preseed as he fucked their combined mess into a sticky white froth around her cuntlips, smearing it through her fur. She was going to absolutely reek of him until Isiat had a chance to contest the avian's claim.

"And you're sure Jaq isn't going to be mad? Is Isiat going to kill me for fucking you?" He huffed, moving his hands to her thighs as his wings beat behind his back, adding an extra bit of force behind each rocking thrust. If he was having second thoughts in his mind, his hips must have been on cruise control. He didn't even slow for a second to voice his concerns, too intently focused on the pleasure her slick passage was giving him each time she worked her talented muscles around him, milking his shaft eagerly.

"Please, last time Jaq was between us she couldn't walk right for days, and as long as you don't knock me up I'm sure Isiat won't kill you. Probably." She teased, rumbling in pleasure as she propped her legs up on the counter's edge before wrapping them around his waist. Her muzzle came in to kiss his beak with a spicy, lustful growl as she clenched her inner muscles around the bird breeder buried in her honeypot. She could feel him throbbing inside of her, slick pressed dousing the heat ravaging her body, but she needed more than just a taste.

"You're certainly welcome to try though." She moaned huskily in his ear, almost whispering the words as she pulled her tits against his chest, her stiff nipples brushing his soft chest feathers in a way that sparked like live wires touching through her nerves. "It wouldn't be my first egg..."

Oh, how he throbbed at the very mention, his prick tensing like he was about to go off with a bang, but Shadi tempered his eagerness with a soft paw that caressed the base of his shaft, easing him back from the edge with a few well-timed squeezes.

"Should I pull out? You're safe, right?" He asked the growling feline as she rocked herself back against him, his beak and features twisted in pleasure. Shadi quickly wrapped her legs around his back beneath his tail feathers. Strong thighs dragged him inwards, trapping him against her soft, warm body, absolutely flush to the hilt with his downy feathers tickling the sensitive flesh of her outer lips. The cat had well and truly caught herself a bird, and he wasn't getting away until she was done.

"Not even for a second on both, but it's sweet of you to ask. I can see why Jaq likes you. Normally Isiat's friends don't even bother. Most of them are too eager to have a chance to breed." She flashed a predatory grin at him, her mismatched eyes sparkling in delight at the indecisive torment she was blissfully inflicting on the poor startled waxwing. She tensed her body around him, encouragingly pulling at his shaft with her rippling, inner muscles, demonstrating her own desires and needs. She wreaked of heat now. There was no mistaking the scent of fertility and lust in the air. Even a nose as blunt as Regi's couldn't have missed it.

Regi gave an utterly defeated look, sighing to himself before he dug his fingers into the tiny lioness's thick thighs and started fucking her for all she was worth. He resigned himself to his fate. Whatever game Jaq and Shadi were playing, clearly he was just meant to be a participant and not question the rules. Plus, if he was going to die, it might as well not be unsatisfied. If she wanted to be bred, who was he to deny it?

"Well if I'm fucked either way..." He growled through a clenched beak, pistoning his hips in increasingly frantic and desperate bucks. Shadi just moaned and held on for dear life, tossing her head back to let her long hair spill down in a cascade of chocolate brown. She gasped and whimpered and made such a sweet song as she was mercilessly drilled by the avian, driving his cock again and again against her cervix, the tapered tip battering the clenched right of muscles. It was the last barrier, and he was going to baste it white with virile bird cum.

"Fuh-fuck! Gah, like that. Don't hold back! Oh God, I'm-"

Shadi cried out once more as Regi gave a tremendous last trust to hilt himself deep within the lioness's snug and hot cunt, his internal testes churning with a mess he planned to deliver right to the door of her womb. Not getting relief for a week and then having a MILF edge you to oblivion made for a powerful peak, and with a throb that Shadi felt as it moved through her passage and down his tensing shaft, he exploded into her depths. Like a volcano erupting, he spilled his load into her birth canal while her body tensed anew, becoming all tight and sticky around his shaft. Millions of his avian swimmers flooded her overripe and heat-stricken passage to attempt to extinguish the fires of her need. Grunts and huffs and groans filled the bathroom as he pressed close against Shadi's chest, gently rocking his hips each time a new pulse of bird shot blasted against the back of her passage, coating her insides in a creamy, steamy white mess.

Shadi groaned, relishing in the tingling that post-climax left dancing over her nerves, still seeing flashes of vivid light with each new throb. She settled back with a purr as her cunt involuntarily clenched around his shaft, squeezing the last dregs of his seed out of his slowly softening prick like icing from a tube. He slipped from her body with a quiet pattering of liquid spilling on the floor as their combined mess dripped out of the lioness's pussy, leaving ribbons of damp, sex stained fur along her thighs.

"Ahhh, oh, that was good..." She purred, reaching down to gently finger some of the mess back inside herself, trying to contain the backflow of the creampie by gently rubbing her clit with her soft paw pads, before she brought the whole sticky mess to her mouth, sampling the taste with a delicate flick of her tongue. Finding it to her liking, she proceeded to lick her paw clean. Regi took a step back, still breathless and slowly buttoning his trousers back up. His heart was still racing, and up and down were more like vague ideas than solidly based directions. He rested against the counter beside her, watching as she meticulously lapped up the mess he'd made inside of her.

"Though we should get back, Feathers..." Shadi murmured thoughtfully after a moment, inspecting her fingers for any stray ribbons of cum she may have missed. "The others have probably already started dessert without us!"

Isiat of course had learned long ago not to order sweets before Shadi got back. He was still right in the seat where they left him, tails beating a merry pitter-patter against the seat while his cock throbbed and pulsed, still lazily cumming into the red-cheeked Somali cat stuck on his knotted vulpine bitch breeder.

Jaquline whimpered in embarrassment as Regi and Shadi appeared from around the corner. How long had they been gone?? She couldn't even guess how much time had passed with Isiat's knot beneath her tail, bulging her cunt outwards and twitching steadily with each fresh spray of his seed. He must have been filling her for minutes now! How long did ties usually last? 10? 15? 30 minutes?? She whined pitifully in both pleasure and embarrassment as her date and the male's wife returned. Both of them smelled of fuck. Heavily.

She was grateful at least that most of her body was hidden away under the small booth table, but there was absolutely no hiding what was happening from Shadi, who noticed right away and giggled almost giddily, sauntering in beside them with her over large tail swishing back and forth. Jaq couldn't help but notice the thin streak of cum dribbling down her friend's thigh and knew just what she and the red-faced bird had been up to in their interlude.

Isiat sidled over to make room for Shadi, pulling Jaq with him in his lap, unwilling to part his tie early, and drew a stifled, pleasured whine from her as his knot shifted inside her, brushing his still twitching spade-like tip against her very core. Another micro-orgasm made her entire frame quiver like a leaf.

"Well, you two look mighty cozy. Sorry Regi, you can have her back in a minute when hubby is done." She smiled across the booth at the Waxwing sweetly, one of her paws reaching down between Jaq's thighs. Her fingers curled around the root of her lover's prick to cradle the swollen bottom of his knot, buried firmly in her friend's puffy, swollen mound in the same motion, jerking him with lazy, slow strokes while she thumbed the other cat's clit. Jaq blushed even redder and bit her tongue, her body shaking until a squeak finally escaped her mouth, her knee thumping the bottom of the table loudly. She could take no more of the power couples torment right in front of her date, and Shadi's torturous rubbing of her pleasure buzzer threw her entirely over the edge while Isiat held her paws still, refusing to allow her to interrupt his wife's ministrations.

Regi was instantly hard again, watching his on-again, off-again bed partner as she did her best to contain her pleasured noises, but her eyelids were fluttering as she came again hard, her chest heaving as she did her best to just pant through her nose until it subsided.

"Oh, no... uh, take your time. Glad you're enjoying her Sir. Uh, Isiat. Sorry." He stammered, falling back onto his old service day habits when he's simply known Isiat as Captain, and then Major. He bit his tongue before he said anything else stupid in front of the kinky couple that had coopted both of them for the evening, his feathers ruffled.

Isiat groaned and huffed loudly through his nostrils, a far more practised and disciplined response as the tight little cat on his cock went into another quivering climax, tightening around his shaft almost painfully. They were going to start reeking of sex before long, and someone was bound to notice. Lord help the poor server who had to clean up their table. Isiat would have to leave a good tip for them after. He gave his best, most unimpressed look to the devious little minx who still had her paw on his sheath, rubbing the messy, coarse fur.

"You know Shadi, there are other ways to get her off me that don't involve torturing your friend by drawing it out more..." He chuckled after a moment. The tan lioness just smiled as innocently as she could manage, and leaned up to kiss her husband's cheek a sweet little peck of 'Sorry not sorry'. Jaq meanwhile just buried her face in her paws now that Isiat had released them, avoiding the few looks from the other guests coming her way. She pressed her thighs together and willed Isiat's knot to go down while Shadi willed it to stay put. One of them was winning more than the other.

Shadi just purred, and bumped her cheek against Jaq's sweetly, her tail swishing with far too much deviousness and mischief to be good for any of them.

"Yes, but this way, you can't leave before you buy me dessert. Then we can go back home and see what other fun we can hunt up with this pair... Foxes are good hunters, right?" She smiled with Isiat this time as both of them eyed Regi almost evilly. Shadi gave her excited little chirp again, and Regi visibly flinched. He began to understand why Jaq had said they were scary put together, a power couple in the bedroom.

"So tell me Regi... Do you consider yourself a betting man? How would you feel about a friendly wager with the lads?" Isiat posed the question with a wicked smile that could have charmed the devil.