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Chapter XXIX - Downtime

Two days later, the three were sitting on Sato's patio in Carmel, looking down his grassy, hilly yard towards the ocean a few miles off. The day had been a sunny one, in beautiful central California, and the sun was finally nearly set.

The wolf was sitting in Arlen's lap, snuggled in comfortably with a coffee in his paw, sipping at it while the tiger rested his chin on top of the wolf's head. Tam sat next to their feet, leaned up against Sato's good leg, her knees up against her chest with her arms hugged around them.

They had been in silence for a while, each with their own thoughts. Arlen was enjoying the quiet, his eyes occasionally lidding shut to block out the visual distraction so he could listen to the wind and the sound of his friend and lover's breathing. Tam was wondering how to approach the subjects Sato liked to tease her about, and who would lead the unit if Buck didn't heal well enough. Sato's mind was the least laden, fixed as it was on the fact that his tiger was home safe, and that he was very, very comfortable where he was sitting.

Sato could feel Arlen was relaxed too, in all ways but one. The boner pressed against his rear was a good indication of that. He leaned his head back and kissed the tiger's cheek, before whispering in his ear after Arlen leaned into it.

"How are you feeling?"

Arlen's muzzle slipped into a smile as he turned his head and kissed at his wolf's lips, awkwardly placed though they were.

"Better. You were right, sleep helped."

The tiger grunted then as Sato wriggled his rear and pressed onto his groin slightly.

"Good. Not what I meant though."

Tam was pretending not to hear them, plucking at a piece of grass with her clawtips.

Arlen leaned in closer, whispering, though they were too close for Tam not to hear.

"Sato...It'd be rude for us to just leave her out here..."

The wolf grinned at him, and stopped the whispering by just speaking his mind out loud.

"Fine then. Grab her and we can make this a threesome."

Tamra spluttered and turned to stare at them both, the cat going red under her fur as she stammered out the wittiest response she could think of.

"Wh-what? ACK!"

'Blushing like a virgin' was about how Sato could think to describe her. He was sitting at the head of the bed on the calico's paws, giving them both an amused grin.

Tam was looking up at him, her head laid back on the bed, and scowled.

"I can't believe you two conned me into this."

Sato laughed and poked her on the pad of her snout with a fingertip.

"Remember, you can back out any time, but we're doing this to prove a point to you." He leaned over her, eyes staring into hers upside-down in arrangement to each other. "I gave him permission to sleep with you. There's no reason for guilt. Get over it."

The wolf could hardly believe how stone-headed she was. He supposed it was the American penchant for viewing sexual gratification as somehow inherently embarrassing.

Arlen was down at the base of the bed untying her boots, as the cat unhelpfully squirmed and kicked her feet while sticking her tongue out at him. He grinned up at her and tugged a boot off, tossing it across the room haphazardly.

"Watch where you point that thing."

The other boot plonked after its companion a second later, and Arl took a footpaw to start massaging it as he looked up to Sato.

"You're sure you don't mind? You won't be getting much out of this till she's done."

Sato rolled his eyes and laughed, as he bent at the waist to start undoing her shirt.

"Silly boy, I'm patient. Besides, I'm sure I will get a lot out of seeing you two enjoying yourselves."

Tam rolled her eyes right back, and half-sarcastically exclaimed "D'aww." Then crinkled her snout as he playfully bopped her, her paws trying to move but stuck underneath the silver wolf's rear.

Arlen used her distractedness to unsnap the cat's jean shorts and tug them down, guiding them over her knees as she looked back down at him. The silk boxers she wore underneath made him laugh, and her blush, as they were covered with cartoon gophers in various states of dance.

In seconds, he had those down too, and was slipping both paws under her rear to position the immobilized cat as she tried to wriggle her legs and get some kind of leverage only to have Arlen take her under the knees and put them on his shoulders with a grin.

She met his eyes, blushing and gone silent, before he broke the shared gaze to dip between her thighs and lash his rough tongue across her pink entrance, eliciting a quick inhalation from the smaller feline. Tam looked up at Sato, and the wolf leaned in to kiss her forehead as his paws opened her shirt and unsnapped the bra beneath, taking a moment to tweak a nipple.

"Nh...Th-thought you were gay?"

Sato shrugged and grinned down at her.

"That's not the point."

She wiggled as Arlen found her clit, spreading her lips with his fingertips so he could swipe his tongue over it.

"O-oh. Right."

The wolf cupped her breasts, kneading the firm, soft-furred flesh, pulling an unwitting purr from the cat as she closed her eyes and laid her head back on the bed. She moved her legs a bit, shifting as Arlen tried to move her again to take her weight off the bed by lifting her hips, which then froze in place for a second as the big tiger opened her up with his fingertips and slid one inside.

"Nnh...N-no more than two...Your fingers're like...Sausages."

The tiger snorted, and she felt the amusement as hot breath across her wet opening, making her wiggle as Sato pinched her nipples lightly, pulling a squeaked-out mew from her lips as she clenched her eyes shut from overstimulation.

As her hips were eased back down by the big tiger between her thighs, his tongue found her clit again, and that exquisite warm wet sensation started to build in her groin, telling her she wouldn't take long. Tamra had to remind herself not to be embarrassed, having ever been the shy one who covered it up with bravado.

A second finger joined the first, scissoring gently to open her tight passage even as it started to shiver and clench, making a slight squishing sound that would have made her blush if the blood hadn't already been where a blush would take it. Her mouth slid open, tongue lolling slightly as she felt the first tingles starting, her throbbing clit feeling like it was about to go off in an explosion to rival Fat Man.

Arlen kept pausing, slowing his licks, changing the motion of his fingertips, teasing her so unfairly she actually whimpered at him and pouted her lip. She was just on the edge and he kept nearly bringing her off only to stop her to lick his lips of her juices, or to kiss her inner thigh. Sato seemed to have picked up on the game, too, and left her sensitive little nipples alone whenever Arl paused.

When the tiger blew a cold breath across her wetness, she yelped and shivered, and shouted.

"Fuck! Let me cum you bastard!"

Arlen clamped his mouth on her, sucking on her clit as his tongue wriggled against her, his fingers going into a rhythmic pumping with their tips dragging against the top of her inner passage to jangle nerves just near the pelvic bone. She started panting, losing the anger in her face in the whirl of sensation. Sato plucked at one nipple with a finger, then leaned down nimbly and bit the other.

Her thighs clamped together around Arlen's head hard enough that the big tiger had to use his free paw to hold one of them in the hopes of not being choked as he felt her clench down on his fingers and, and felt warmth against his face as her gushing juices spilled from inside her. The cat was shaking, shivering, mewling as she came, her eyes clenched shut and her mouth open and gasping as her fingertips curled up under Sato.

When she was done twitching, shaking, yelping out her orgasm, she felt drained. It had been a while since she'd been able to cum quite that hard, and it was a bit of a shock to her system. Realizing she was being snuggled from both sides was a pleasant surprise too, and she nestled into the arms of whichever of the two was in front of her.

"You've never given a man head?" Sato gave her an incredulous raised brow, as the two of them sat in his bed, chatting in soft tones as Arlen slept like a very quiet stone on the other side of her.

Tam had pulled the blankets up around herself as a fort against her own embarrassment.

"I came from a pretty conservative family, Sato. Where I'm from, people don't even talk about that kind of stuff, y'know?"

He put a paw to his forehead and sighed theatrically, flopping one wrist to the side overdramatically as he caricatured himself for her amusement.

"My dear girl, were you born in a monastery?" Sato gestured at the sleeping tiger. "No matter, I can help if you like. Trust me, it is not as unpleasant as you think."

Tam shifted under the blanket, pulling it tighter as she gazed at the black tiger. He looked peaceful. Muscular, handsome, a little scarred, but peaceful. She sighed and looked back to Sato, shrugging her shoulders.

"It seems rude to wake him up. Also maybe a bad idea. He just got back from the warzone, he might lash out."

Sato rolled his eyes, picked up a pillow, and threw it past her at the tiger. It caromed off his head, bouncing up and over and onto the floor.

"He sleeps like a rock when he isn't in the field. Get the cuffs from the bedside table and link them through the head of the bedframe. If he doesn't want a good-morning blowjob, he'll say so. And I'll eat my best shirt."

She snorted at the mental image, and waved a paw in a rolling motion, to which Sato rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Fine, and I'll give you one hundred dollars and bragging rights that you defeated me in a dare."

Tam's eyes darted to the sleeping tiger, then back to the grinning wolf. In her head, she ran some quick calculations. Not about money, a hundred dollars was largely symbolic. About whether she thought she could go through with this.

When Arlen rolled a bit, and she saw the bulge under the blanket, she sighed and closed her eyes, rubbing at the bridge of her snout.

"Okay, but show me what to do okay? I don't...Uh...I mean I've watched porn, I'm no bashful virgin, but um..."

"Porn is to sex what action movies are to our business."

"Yeah."

Sato slid off the bed, pausing to lean one arm against the wall so he could stretch his back with a series of crackles, as his tail trailed off to one side as a counterbalance to his bad leg. He then slowly limped around the bed, as Tam watched with a slight grimace.

"Ah...Sorry to make you get up...Is this going to be too uncomfortable for you?"

The silver wolf reached into a bedside cabinet and pulled out the pair of cuffs, matte black but otherwise police issue, and laughed as he carefully cuffed his mate's wrists to the steel bed frame.

"Do not worry yourself. If I had not wanted to do this, I would not have suggested it."

Mollified and fascinated, she shifted her spot on the bed and let the blanket down, realizing she had about as much reason to be embarrassed about being bare-chested here as she did in her own home.

Arlen rarely dreamed. Occasionally he would see people from his past in brief snippets he almost never remembered while awake. Sometimes he would wake up recalling conversations that never happened. Normal stuff. But he rarely actually dreamed, at least not like this.

He was belly-crawling down a trench alongside a dirt road. Above him, he could hear a horrible droning, like the devilish combination of a spluttering airplane engine and the gnashing of a malfunctioning chainsaw.

The mud was up to his chin, even with his head craned back uncomfortably to keep his muzzle clear. Next to him, the ground shook as angry tanks buzzed past, chattering back and forth with horrible insectoid voices.

He rolled onto his back, so he could free his paws to cover his ears and avoid being deafened...Then someone screamed, and leapt off the berm above him, landing on his lap.

Arlen's mind jolted awake, to the feeling of hot warmth on his groin and his heart thundering in his chest. Jerkily, he tried to get up, only to find his wrists restricted by something.

He was blinking rapidly, sucking air, as soft paws touched his chest and his eyes finally registered that he was looking into Tamra's pretty, youngish eyes. His mind simultaneously registered that the pressure and warmth on his dick was a muzzle, thanks to the slurping sound Sato gave at that moment.

"What...?"

The cat had her paws on his chest, and leaned in for a kiss that he took a second to return, and then only a little, as he shifted his knees to give Sato space and so he could feel a bit more in control.

When she released his lips, she was looking more excited than he was used to seeing lately. More like herself from before that botched mission in Sao Paolo. That, if nothing else, helped pull him out of the dream and back to the reality of the fact he was in bed with his two lovers and that what Sato was doing felt really good.

"Bad dream tigger?" She ruffled his headfur and snickered, knowing he'd never let her get away with that if his paws were uncuffed.

He mock-growled at her and looked past her to see Sato's pointed silver ears bobbing in his lap.

"Nothing you need to worry about...Mm."

Arlen laid his head back, relishing the delicious feeling of a hot mouth on his aching morning wood. He heard shuffling on the bed and lifted his head up, wrists pulling the cuffs with a series of soft clinks as he tested them.

Sato pulled off of him, paw stroking the tiger's thick shaft as Tamra slid over to sit next to him. In a voice so professorial it made Arlen laugh, Sato spoke while gesturing.

"You will need to be careful of your teeth. Put your lips back over them as much as you can, and remember most of the stimulation comes from your tongue and your head's motion, not your lips or suction."

Tam was nodding, licking her lips and looking back and forth between the turgid shaft and Sato's face as the wolf's palm went over the tip, smearing Arlen's precum around to slick him up.

"The most sensitive nerves are right here." Arlen curled his toes as the wolf's graceful paw traced so lightly up the skin right beneath his cap it felt like the touch of a feather. "Use them to your advantage. Now you try."

She licked her lips nervously, and dipped down, using a paw to pull her headfur out of the way, then to grip his shaft just under where Sato was letting go. Arlen watched her intently, as she dipped down, and sighed in pleasure as her warm lips passed over his head, leaving her to suckle on the tip like a lollipop.

"Mm...I like that, but...A little farther down." Arlen was gesturing with a finger, and he grinned at her when she raised her eyes, dark with concentration and more than a touch of blush around them.

Tam tried to force her lips down further on the fleshy monster, and found herself feeling as if she was going to choke. She did keep up the licking, and felt Sato's paw grip hers and start guiding it up and down Arlen's shaft, twisting slightly near the top. Her tail lashed in annoyance at herself, as she tried again, and had to stop when she heard Arlen suck in a breath as one of her fangs grazed his skin.

She pulled back, looking up at him with an apology in her eyes.

"S-sorry, I uh..."

He waved his cuffed paw while meeting her eyes, and pointed down towards the bed.

"Less worrying, more dicksucking."

She turned red, and Sato laughed before speaking.

"Wakarimasu, Arlen-sama!"

He snorted at the wolf's proclamation, 'Understood, lord Arlen!'

Tam flushed but wrapped her lips around his tip again, more determinedly this time, her muzzle filled with the slightly bitter salt taste of his precum. Her paw kept stroking him, up and down, rhythmically, stopping to tease under the tip as she'd seen Sato do, though her touch wasn't quite so ticklish and teasing.

Sato reached underneath her, to wrap his paw around Arlen's balls, hefting the heavy sack and giving a soft squeeze as she started to very slowly bob her head as she'd seen Sato do.

"Not everyone likes this, but he does."

She tilted her head at him, as a warm dribble of juice seeped from his tip to be slavered up by her tongue. She watched Sato roll the tiger's down-furred pouch, and heard Arlen's purring...Felt it even, vibrating up the fleshy spike she was tasting.

Tam was purring too, she realized. The taste wasn't as bad as she'd been lead to believe, and the feeling of the hot hardness throbbing under her touch was thrilling. To know she was getting that reaction from someone like Arlen, who she looked up to as a seasoned veteran of everything...It was more gratifying somehow than the explosive orgasm of the previous evening.

She took over from Sato, shifting her posture so her weight was against Arlen's legs, giving her good access. Sato sat back with a smirk, watching as his boyfriend's face went from intrigued to more and more occupied with the moment and the delicious feelings emanating from his groin.

When he started to bend a knee, Sato spoke up again.

"Always be on the watch for signs he is about to cum. Sometimes he may not even realize it, but his body will. Movements of the feet, little twitches. Good, courteous men," he paused to slap Arlen on the shoulder in good-natured reproach, "will try to warn you verbally."

Tam nodded, and slurped her rough feline tongue along the fleshy barbs under his tip, and lost the rest of Sato's lecture as Arlen groaned.

"Sh-shit, cumming!"

She tensed as the throbbing staff twitched in her paw once, twice, his balls trying to pull up towards his body. The first surge put her off guard, a weak dribble that filled her muzzle with the taste of salt and musk. The second choked her, as the tiger roared out his pleasure and blew a shot of cum straight into the back of her throat.

Swallowing spasmodically, she instinctively pulled back, the second powerful blast of tiger cream firing into the roof of her muzzle as she gasped and choked and stroked him for all she was worth, spraying her cheek and throat next as the exploding cock popped out of her muzzle, then her breasts, as the blue balls she'd left him with earlier released their once-thwarted load all over her body.

When he was done, panting, leaking white spunk over her paw, she sat on the bed staring down at her handiwork, his whiteness all over her pert breasts and dripping down her stomach.

Tam smirked and held up a cum-soaked paw in a victory fist as Sato laughed and got his own paw wet with a high five.

"Yeah!"