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Viv was awakened in the morning by a loud call of "Grub's up!" A moment later Sabot's head poked in through the tent's entrance. "Rise and shine! Coffee's on, and I've got bacon, eggs and toast about done."

"Okay, we're up," muttered Viv, pushing herself slowly into a sitting position. She rubbed her eyes and squinted at the bear. "What time is it?"

"Just before nine," Sabot replied. "I've been up for ages."

"Git." Viv yawned widely. "Okay, we'll be out in a minute." She leaned over to Serath and gave him a prod in the shoulder. "Wake up you lazy bugger."

Serath grumbled and opened his eyes. "Morning already?" He yawned as well and threw back the sleeping bag. He sniffed and glanced around. "Breakfast smells good."

"I'll get it served up." Sabot's head disappeared, leaving them alone.

"It seems a lot earlier," Serath murmured, rubbing his eyes. He rolled onto all fours and crawled out of the tent. He blinked in the bright sunshine.

Serath stood up and went to the barbecue, where Sabot was holding a plate and scooping crispy bacon and slightly runny eggs onto it.

"Want toast?" Sabot asked when he saw the wolf approaching. "No butter, unfortunately."

"That's okay." Serath took his plate and went to one of the deck chairs. "Oops, forgot the cutlery."

"I've got that covered," Viv said, appearing from the tent. She took her own food from Sabot, grabbed two knives and forks, and took her own seat.

"How do you two like your coffee?" Sabot asked.

Viv told him, and they were soon given their drinks, and joined by Sabot with his own breakfast.

There wasn't much in the way of conversation until after they'd finished eating. "Mmm, bacon and eggs always seem to taste better when cooked on a barbie," Viv commented, before letting loose with a complimentary belch. She got up and collected the others' plates and cups to take them away to be washed.

"I think she's right," Serath murmured. "Maybe it's because one can never totally clean a hot plate of the food cooked previously, so the flavours augment."

The three of them made short work of the washing up, then they went back to lazing in the chairs. "When do you want to pack up and head home, hon?" Serath asked, glancing at his wife. "Should we go back today, or tomorrow?"

"I've got stuff happening tomorrow, so it'll have to be today," Viv replied. "If we want to avoid the Welly traffic, we should go after lunch, or late afternoon." She glanced up at the sky as a shadow passed overhead. "Hmm, looks like rain later."

Serath looked up as well, and saw a bank of dark grey clouds moving in from the sea, slowly driven by an easterly breeze. "You could be right. Maybe we should leave early, rather than later. I hate driving difficult roads in the rain." He glanced over to Sabot. "What are your plans?"

"I'm gonna stay put for a few more days," the bear said thoughtfully. "It's pretty secluded here, and I don't get nearly enough time to enjoy nature by myself."

"Fair enough," replied Viv. She pushed herself out of her chair and had a stretch. "I guess I'll round up our stuff and throw it into the van. Could you help Serrie get the tent down? It's a pain in the arse to do. Not so much the disassembling, but rolling it up tight enough to put back into its bag."

Sabot agreed, and while Viv rolled up the sleeping bags and cleaned the barbecue, he and Serath attempted to bring down the tent and store it. "I see what you mean," he muttered as they unrolled the tent for the third time a few minutes later. "Not much room for laziness."

On the seventh try, the tent just managed to squeeze into its bag, though some effort was required to pull the zips closed. "There! Lucky seven!" Sabot exclaimed, sitting back.

"Thank goodness for that," remarked Serath, picking up the bag. "I was worried that we'd never get it in." He went to the van and tossed the bag into the back of it. "Okay, that's the tent done. Anything else?"

"You can help me lug the barbie into the van," replied Viv. "Then I think we're all set to go."

"Excellent."

Sabot watched the other two carefully lift the barbecue into the van and restrain it tightly, making sure that it couldn't move. He went in afterward to double-check. "Cleared for takeoff, I think."

"I believe so." Serath glanced around the clearing and sighed quietly. "Not a bad little place this," he murmured. "Next time we come here, we'll be much better prepared."

The bear caught him up in a tight, almost rib-crushing hug until Serath protested breathlessly, then did the same to Viv as well. "Great to meet you two. If you're ever in my neck of the woods, you're welcome to bunk down with me."

"Sure thing," Viv replied warmly. She pushed herself up on the tips of her toes to give Sabot a kiss on the lips. "Until then, enjoy a last kitty kiss."

"Mmm, one of the best kind, after Hershey's'," Sabot said with a grin. He stepped up to the van's driver's side door and opened it, waving at the van's interior with a flourish.

"Thanks, but my hubbie's driving," Viv said with a chuckle. She went around to the other side and hopped into her seat, before fumbling for the seatbelt.

Sabot shrugged, and stood holding the door for Serath instead. "Catch you 'round, bud," he said as Serath climbed into the driver's seat. "Have a good trip back."

"You too." Serath smiled and pulled the door closed. "Good to hang out with you." He put his seatbelt on and reached for the key. "Enjoy the rest of your stay in our country, and don't too much of our weather with you."

Sabot looked a little mystified until Serath explained the reference. "Ah, I see. Well, as it looks like rain fairly soon, wouldn't you prefer me to take it with me?"

"Maybe, but then our farmers would get all upset about drought conditions again." Serath shrugged and switched the engine on. It spluttered into life with a muted roar. "Right, time to head off. Have a good one." With that, Serath put the van into gear and slowly moved off, tooting the horn in farewell.

Nothing was said for a few minutes, until the van was back on the road leading out of Castlepoint. "Well, that was an interesting weekend," Viv said.

"Mmm. Seems like the kind of thing to happen only in trashy novels," Serath responded with a glance to the side. "Barbara Cartland, eat your heart out."

Viv grinned and nodded. "Yeah. If a threesome happened every time we went away, I think I'd have to insist that we do it more often."

Serath snorted. "Yeah, right. That's about as likely as me owning a Veyron."

"Yeah, you're probably right. It's still a nice thought, though." Viv settled herself more comfortably in her seat and sighed. "One can dream."

Serath turned on the radio, and they listened to Solid Gold for a while, before Serath changed to another station. "Time for some Classic Hits, I think. The Seventies is getting a bit cloying."

The road began to get windy, and Serath slowed down, keeping to the left to let other vehicles overtake. "How are you feeling? Queasy yet?" he asked Viv, shooting her a look.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just take it slow, and I should be fine," she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Upchucking's the last thing I want to do right now."

A few minutes later a Toyota Hilux pulling a large beige caravan behind it attempted to overtake. "Hoggy bastard," muttered Serath as he tried to pull over even more to the side of the road to let the overly wide caravan fit past. Moments later they were past, and as Serath moved to move away from the roadside, there suddenly came an odd flapping sound followed two seconds later by a shuddering at the rear of the van. Serath quickly slowed down, bringing the van to a stop on the verge, and watched in amazement as a wheel cover went rolling ahead.

"Huh. I always thought that was a cliché," Viv murmured after the wheel cover had finally come to a stop several metres away, lying in the middle of the road.

Serath switched the engine off and got out, first to retrieve the cover, then to examine the van. "Well, fuck," he muttered. "Guess what!"

Viv opened her door and peered back. "Flat tyre?"

"Uh-huh. Damn it. I hate changing tyres. Once was enough." The wolf sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Could you help me, please? I don't think I can manage this properly on my own."

Viv rolled her eyes . "Men. Can't do anything."

"Not with my lack of muscular strength," Serath retorted in annoyance. "Fine. Just stay there until I get stuck." He turned and opened up the back of the van. "Ah. Um... where's the jack kept on these things?"

"No idea," came the unhelpful answer. "Hang on. I'll see if there's a manual kept in here." Then followed about a minute or so of various noises from inside the van's cab. "Ah, here it is. Let's see... how to change a tyre.... Oh, cock."

"What?"

Viv climbed out and began to grope around beneath her seat. "Stupid toolkit's behind the bloody seats." After some time she managed to extract the box, and brought it around to the back. "Unscrew that bolt there, anti-clockwise, and that'll drop the tyre down onto the ground so you can get at it," the feline directed.

"Huh. I've sometimes wondered how tyres were stored under the vehicle," Serath mused aloud. He followed the given directions, and soon had the spare tyre in hand. "Fuck, these things are heavy," he grunted as he pulled it out from beneath the van. "Right! Now I've gotta jack the thing up."

"Er... you might have a problem there," Viv murmured. "The ground's not really flat enough to properly stabilise the jack."

"Oh, for crying out loud." Serath sighed and rubbed at his forehead. "Okay, I'll just drive on a bit further until I find a suitable area to stop." He screwed the tyre holder back into position, then hoisted the spare tyre and jack into the back of the van. "Get in!"

Luckily there was a scenic rest area a short distance away. Serath made sure to park levelly, then started the laborious process of changing the tyre.

Viv sat on a bench and watched her husband. "You're not doing too badly. You're stronger than you say you are."

Serath grunted as he worked to get the final nut off the wheel. "I suppose so." He forced his weight down onto the wheel brace, and almost fell over when the nut suddenly loosened. "There we go." He bent down and began to spin the brace until the nut came off, at which point he quickly pulled the tyre off and hefted the spare into position. He then spun the nuts back on, lowered the van and put everything away, dumping the ruined tyre into the back. "Right! I think I'm done. If it falls off later, then I probably forgot something. Let's get going, and hope for the best."

Viv inspected her husband's work, giving the tyre a kick for good measure. "Seems sound enough."

They climbed into the van, and were shortly on the road again. Not a moment too soon, either. The sky had been getting darker since they'd left the beach, and now the rain came down, lightly at first but strengthening into windblown sheets. "You timed that well, hon," Viv said, gazing out her window at the blurry landscape flashing by.

"No kidding," Serath replied, hunching forward closer to the steering wheel in an attempt to see better through the windscreen, across which the wipers were sweeping frantically in a vain attempt to keep the road visible.

The rest of the trip was fairly humdrum. Traffic was relatively light on the main highways and in the urban sprawl that was the Hutt Valley and Wellington. The rain, however, kept their overall speed down, so it was a bit after one o'clock when Serath reversed into their driveway. Viv hopped out and dashed to open the garage door, and stood waiting expectantly for the wolf to back the van in close enough to let them unload without getting wet.

Once that task was done, Serath took the van off to the rental agency, with Viv following behind in the car to bring him home again. "What do you feel like for lunch?" he asked as they left the rental agency. "I could fire up the barbie again for sausages in bread."

"Mmm, works for me. Haven't had one of those since the last school fundraiser I went past. Maybe burgers for dinner. Might as well make use of the barbie while we have fine weather." Viv peered out through the rain-blurred windscreen and hmmed. "Well, mostly fine weather. Today's just an off day." Viv shrugged. "I'll just park the car in the driveway, and you can cook in the garage."

"All right," Serath agreed. "You take care of the drinks and a salad."

"Deal."

Viv leaned back on the couch and belched loudly, patting her belly. "That was a good lunch, Serrie. You sure know how to handle a sausage."

Serath snickered. "So do you."

"Uh-huh." The feline leaned over and cuddled up to Serath, moving a hand into his lap to caress his crotch. "I can handle any kind of sausage."

"Is that a subtle hint, or a challenge?" Serath murmured, shifting position. The light touch of his mate's fingers over his crotch was starting to make him swell.

Viv chuckled. "Maaaybe," she drawled. She leaned in closer and licked lightly at his ear. The moment was spoiled by a sudden belch, right into his ear. She pulled away, feeling embarrassed. "Oops. Sorry."

"Maybe we should wait until our lunches have digested first," Serath suggested. "Just lie back and watch something. Besides, haven't you had enough sex lately?"

"I have a high sex drive. So sue me," Viv replied, getting off the couch and going over to the DVD collection. "Anything you feel like watching?"

Serath shook his head. "Nothing in particular. I'd probably watch anything you put in front of me."

"Oh, is that so?" Viv looked back at Serath with a slightly malevolent glint in her eye. "In that case, I think I'll go for this." She pulled a DVD off the shelf and put it into the DVD player.

"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?" Serath sighed, slouching into the couch.

"Probably." Viv settled down next to Serath and put an arm around his shoulders as the disc loaded.

"Oh no," he groaned, covering his eyes melodramatically. "Not Metallica."

Viv put on a hurt expression. "It's not that bad; it's S&M."

Serath shook his head. "Still too harsh for me. As much as I like the orchestration, I'd prefer Metallica to not be part of the act."

"Fine, but you still said that you'd watch whatever I put on, so tough."

"I know. I'll suffer through it if it makes you happy." Serath sighed heavily and slumped.

Viv took pity on him after about half an hour. "One more song, and then I'll put something else on. Okay?" she suggested.

"That'd be good. I'm sorry. I just can't tolerate much metal music." Serath nuzzled his kitty's cheek.

"That's okay. I don't think much of some of your favourite music either," Viv said with a little smile. She got up to change the disc. "How about something to get us in the mood?"

"In the mood? Like what? A Glen Miller retrospective?"

Viv snorted. "Like I'd ever have that in my collection. No, I mean something to get us aroused and ready for action." She selected another disc from the bottom shelf and slipped it into the player, then grabbed the remote and snuggled up to Serath again.

"Oh..." Serath breathed when the root menu showed up on the TV screen. He immediately felt a stirring in his loins as Viv selected a scene for playback.

"This is one of my favourites," Viv said with a grin and a light grope to her husband's crotch. "I look so good in red PVC."

Serath nodded his agreement, his sheath quickly swelling as he saw Viv parading around on the screen, clad from head to crotch in shiny red PVC. She bent over, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. Within a short time she was on her knees in front of a Clydesdale, who lounged indolently on a garish chintz couch, worshipping his thick cock. She licked up and down its considerable length - Serath estimated it was probably at least eighteen inches, though his estimates were often highly exaggerated - and stretched her mouth open wide to accommodate the slightly flared head.

The scene rapidly progressed to the serious stuff. Viv was lying with her back against the horse's chest, whilst he pounded upward into her well-stretched sex. His massive balls bounced heavily as he thrust, coming down onto the couch with loud smacking noises.

"Mmm, you like watching me getting screwed, don't you?" Viv murmured in a seductive tone as she stroked her husband's now turgid member. It throbbed in her grasp, leaking spits of precum, which she slowly licked off with her slightly rough tongue. "What say we do just what they're doing, hmm?"

Serath wasn't sure whether to look down at his wife giving his cock some oral attention, or at the screen. Both seemed equally riveting. "Uh, sure," he murmured. "Sounds good."

Viv gave his cock a firm kiss on the tip, then stood up and began to strip. The wolf, as was his usual custom, was already nude, and he slowly stroked his cock as he watched the feline slip out of her clothing and drop it to the floor. Once she was fully undressed she turned her back to him and positioned herself over his lap. "Ohhh, yeah," she groaned as she sank down onto Serath's cock. She leaned back, fully impaling herself.

"As often as we have sex," Serath said in a low voice into Viv's ear, "it never seems to get old." He slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her up a bit, shuffling himself down slightly. Then he began to thrust up into Viv's body, bucking his hips almost in time with the stallion.

After a couple of minutes the stallion switched holes, eliciting a squeal of pained pleasure as her bowels were invaded by possibly the biggest cock Serath had ever seen inside her. He followed suit, lifting Viv up enough to let his dick slip out, then with a bit of awkward fumbling he eased into her tailhole.

The Clydesdale must have been a seasoned professional, for it wasn't too long before Serath was ready to climax. His knot swelled up, slipping through her stretched anus as he thrust until he became too big. He let her weight drop down fully onto him, and he held her until he tied, at which point he pushed up off the couch and bent Viv over, gripping her hips and pounding into her with short, sharp jabs until he was wracked with the throes of orgasm. He collapsed back onto the couch, panting hard as his cum spurted up into his mate's depths.

Viv wasn't done yet. She reached down between her widely spread legs and started frigging herself, rubbing her clit and shoving her fingers into her wet pussy, feeling the bulge of the wolf's knot stretching the thin wall separating her holes. Just when she started to feel a bit uncomfortable from the amount of semen Serath had pumped into her guts, she finally reached her own peak. She yowled loudly, and some of her juices squirted out onto the floor as she climaxed. The muscular spasms of her pussy squeezed the knot embedded in her butt, causing Serath to groan and shoot more cum into her.

Only when they were on the way down from their orgasmic highs did the stallion on-screen come. He pushed Viv off his cock, then as she sat down where he'd been he turned and thrust his massive dick into her face, stroking it quickly until he let loose with strings of thick white cum. The gooey fluid fair covered Viv's face, oozing and dripping down onto her breasts. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue beneath the flared head of the cock, letting some of the jizz spurt into her mouth before she swallowed it.

The scene ended with Viv smiling seductively at the camera, smearing the cum over her body, then faded to black for a few seconds before the next scene started.

"I don't know about you," Serath said, gently stroking his fingers through Viv's belly fur, "but I think we should probably get to the bathroom. "Maybe have a shower together."

Viv nodded and sighed happily, tensing her rectal muscles around Serath's still firm member. "Mmhmm. Carry me?"

"Lazy," Serath muttered good-naturedly. They carefully got off the couch and waddled awkwardly to the bathroom, leaving the porn playing on the TV. Viv almost came again from the sensations of the cock moving around inside her cum-filled bowels.

She reached into the shower stall to turn the water on, then while they waited for the water to heat up they cuddled. Serath stroked his hands down Viv's chest and belly, scritching through it with his claws. Viv wound her tail around his legs as she snuggled back against him, purring loudly, now and then testing the tie by pulling away from him.

Once the water was hot enough they stepped into the shower and closed the door behind them. They stood beneath the water, which streamed down with strong pressure, letting their fur get well soaked. Viv reached for the shampoo. "Okay, if you could just turn a bit?" Serath did so, and began to apply the shampoo liberally to her fur, before asking him to turn again so she could rinse off.

By this time Serath had shrunk enough to pull out of Viv's rump, which was getting rather sore and uncomfortable. "Fuck," she groaned as the cum he'd shot into her immediately dribbled out onto the steel floor, mixing with the soapy water to swirl down the drain. "That must have been a big load."

Serath chuckled. "Isn't that one of the reasons you married me?" He took the shampoo and started lathering himself up.

They stayed in a few minutes longer, then Serath shut off the water and got out. Viv decided to stay in the warmth of the stall a little bit longer and watch her husband get dry. "You want a drink?" the wolf asked as he towelled himself dry.

"Yes, please. A mug of coffee would be great. I think I'll just stay in here a little longer; it's nice and warm. Let me know when it's ready."

After the wolf had left the bathroom she sighed and closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. She let her thoughts roam randomly, until they settled upon her husband. He was fairly quiet, studious and often given to wry humour and mentioning trivial facts that no one but him would give two hoots about. She, on the other hand, tended to be outspoken, probably a little hot-tempered sometimes, impetuous and, much to his digust, a metal-head.

She didn't marry him for his sexual prowess or his cock size, or how much cum he could shoot, she thought as she idly wiggled her toes. She married him because he was perfectly suited for her. He could bring her down to earth when she got above herself, offer a shoulder to cry on if she needed it, and could whip up a meal from almost anything. Though she fucked around with many guys as part of her vocation, he was understanding of it, and even encouraged it. Not many husbands would be that accommodating.

Viv sighed happily. Yes, she loved her lupine husband, and he loved her. She probably couldn't want much more than that. Except maybe some shiny black leather boots with six-inch heels she'd been eyeing up....

"Coffee's up!" called Serath from the kitchen.

"Okay, I'll be out shortly!" she called back. The feline climbed out of the stall, shivering at the sudden influx of colder air which came in to dispel the lingering steam. She quickly dried herself with her favourite fluffy towel and threw it into the hamper before slinking out. "Oops!" she muttered under her breath, turning and going back in to grab a stiff-bristled hairbrush from the vanity. She mentally added another reason for marrying him - he was a wonder with a hairbrush. "Okay, I'm coming!"