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This story was commissioned from Cheetahs and will eventually have accompanying artwork from Incorgnito on FA.

Original submission on author's page (please rate and fave there): https://www.sofurry.com/view/954210

The character Canimus belongs to SoulImbibe

The character Skylar belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/incorgnito/

The character Keevu belongs to http://www.furaffinity.net/user/keevuthetiger

More Than He Bargained For

Canimus became giddy with impatience when the bidding for the final private tour began. His friend Jay B. had told him about this terribly dull fundraiser taking place at a zoo relatively close to him, and that was why Canimus had to check it out. Not only was it a great way to bring in some extra revenue to enhance the animals' welfare, but the zoo had closed early for the purpose of private tours, which excited Canimus a great deal.

The same couldn't be said about his wallet. Every time somebody raised the bid, the pit within Canimus' stomach grew. Most of the other rich bastards already claimed their spot, but some people just didn't know when to give up.

"Here," Canimus said, an irritated growl seeping into his voice. "Nope, over here," that spindly coyote said with a most irritating and squeaky tone.

"The hell you are," Canimus whispered under his breath, and raised his hand to place another bid.

So did the coyote, but Canimus didn't give up. Miraculously, the canine backed out a few bids before the auction exceeded Canimus' current funds, allowing him to get the final spot.

"Sold to the smilodon on the far left!" The black wolf said, spreading his hands to capture the attention of the crowd. "Thank you all for participating. We're forever grateful for your aid. Now return to your tables. Our staff has some awesome news to share with you all. If you're the winner of a private tour, just head to the back door and one of our zookeepers should take care of you.

"Bet your ass I will," the distinctly feminine voice came from Canimus' left before a paw seized his in its clutch, squeezing so hard his bones popped. "Come along. We've no time to waste."

The female german shepherd practically dragged Canimus out of the slowly dispersing crowd, weaving through the sea of attendants, hushed apologies leaving her muzzle as she bumped into them. Canimus held his breath, wobbling after her, stumbling and nearly tripping on the several sets of paws rising in his wake.

She didn't stop. Not even when they made it out of the group of people. She maintained her brisk pace, throwing Canimus the occasional glance, a playful smirk etched on her muzzle.

"Just keep up. You'll thank me for it. Trust me."

Trust her? Canimus had no idea who the heck she was, much less trust her. Yet her grip didn't relent and, no matter how Canimus tried to shake it off, the german shepherd increased the strength of her clutch, to the point where Canimus yelped.

"Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to actually hurt you."

"It's okay," Canimus said, quite uncomfortable to trudge after her, yet left with no options.

A white tiger awaited them by the back door, wearing a loose pair of jeans and the white shirt colored with the zoo's official logo that everyone had received prior to the auction. Just like Canimus' kidnapper, he wore no shoes, preferring the freedom of movement bare

paws offered over those cumbersome leather contraptions. He had a neutral expression, his green eyes and short, dark hair instilling a sense of confidence and relief within Canimus. He must've been one of the zoo keepers who would accompany him in his tour.

Or so Canimus believed, until the canine released him to nudge the tiger in the ribs. "Dude, what the heck are you standing here like a glorified sentinel? Go and tell Marco the big cat section has been claimed. Fast!"

As soon as the tiger broke past the half-opened door that led outside the grand room, the german shepherd whirled around to face Canimus, messing up her shoulder-length blond hair in the process. Out of the blue, she grabbed Canimus' paw a second time, the smilodon tensing up, which only added to her amusement as she shook it gently.

"I'm Skylar, a zookeeper so desperate to show you the big cats I practically kidnapped you. Thank me later, but right now, follow me. Gotta sign some papers to make sure nobody bothers us."

Skylar wore a fashionable red leather jacket over a light grey blouse that matched the color of her eyes, a striking mixture of blue and grey. Her black skirt matched the color of her muzzle, as well as that of the dark splotches of fur that surrounded each eye. Her ears stood erect, rising past her blond locks, eyes narrow and tail held horizontally to showcase her impatience.

"Hey, there will be plenty of time for staring later. After you." "Oh, sorry."

Canimus emerged into a narrow hallway marked with arrows that indicated the direction to the big cat enclosures. The white tiger awaited further down beside a burly bulldog, which made Skylar increase her pace yet again! Her claws and pads pitter pattered on the tiled floor, a sound that Canimus always enjoyed.

"Okay Marco, he's the last winner of the private tour auction. Let him sign the damn thing so we can start enjoying our hour together."

Skylar sneaked the pen into Canimus' hand, sighing in relief after he scribbled his name on the liability waiver and pointing him forward.

"There's a bench outside. I guess you deserve to know what's going on."

Time seemed to warp, passing in the blink of an eye. Before he knew it, Canimus found himself outside, sitting on a wooden bench, surrounded by his two new companions. The tiger kept it cool, looking at the sky and at the surrounding gardens, but Skylar scrutinized him from head to toe, the intensity of her gaze threatening to make his heart leap through his throat.

"First of all, congratulations," she said, clapping her paws with excitement. "Secondly, the passive guy sitting next to you is Keevu. He needs a bit of a nudge every now and then--" She emphasized it by thrusting her foot against his limp paw "--to function properly, else he goes on sleep mode."

"Come on, it's not that. I'm just...overwhelmed. You practically dragged him out of a social gathering."

"A dull one, which he shall not miss." Her paw landed on Canimus' thigh, the impact sending a shudder through his being. "Tell me your name, and that you're not mad for me picking you, of all the others who I've spied on."

Did she really...? "I'm Canimus," the smilodon said, pushing that thought back. "And the means are justified if we're about to see the big cats."

Skylar's features brightened in an instant. "Haha, suck it, dear mate. He's not weirded out. Now let me give you your present. I'm sure you'll love it."

"Only if it has 'love' written on it," Keevu said. He knelt in front of Skylar, allowing her to strap a dark leather collar with a golden D-link, through which she inserted a finger to drag him forward into a kiss.

"There. You'll be a good kitty for the rest of the tour, yes? Show the other zoo residents that you can do without a leash."

"I'm fine with a leash if you are!" he said, only getting a playful growl from Skylar in response.

"Too bad I don't have one right now. Would have been fun to parade a tiger for the enjoyment of the other cats." With that, she got up, ruffling Keevu's hair and turning to face Canimus.

"Made a bet with my mate. He always loses, so he always ends up getting the collar." "And if he won?" Canimus asked. "Well, my dear guest, I guess you'll just have to wait and see."

A spark of mischievousness danced within her eyes. Her features softened, ears lowering to the sides in an almost seductive manner. She patted Canimus' shoulder, directing him down a cobbled path, her free arm grabbing Keevu's proffered one.

He walked with them towards the big cat enclosures, sharing glances rather than words. At first, it seemed Skylar had other plans in mind, not necessarily related to the current set of activities. Then again, Canimus met her only ten minutes ago. His fur still tingled, and his short tail still twitched with pent-up nervousness at being in the presence of these two.

Or was it excitement?

Canimus couldn't tell. An ocean of emotions swirled within him, setting into place for a moment, only for the waves to churn up again whenever Skylar kneaded at his shoulder or sifted her fingers through the fur lining his neck, her padded finger tips eliciting the occasional shiver.

"My mate has the same reaction. You felines are unusually tense and ticklish."

"She loves having felines to tickle," Keevu mentioned. "It's her favorite pastime activity, to pester you by tickling your soft spots."

"It's not pestering when the victim likes it." "Occasionally."

"More like, all the time. Now now, don't make me get my hands on those pink, meaty paws. At least not until Canimus sees the cats. He paid for it after all."

"And afterwards?"

Skylar shifted her attention to Canimus, favoring him a smile. "He'll get to know us better, I'm sure. Are you a dog or a cat person, Canimus?"

"I'm everything I need to be," he said, sudden courage filling him.

That must have struck a chord with Skylar, for she giggled grabbed one of his ears, giving it a soft caress. "Heard it, mate? That makes you obsolete."

"Hardly. You love pulling collars, and I'm the one wearing it." "I can pull tails just as well."

They both joined in to hearty laughter, so infectious Canimus couldn't help but chuckle as well. These people sure were strange, but in a good way. Honest, adventurous, perhaps even daring. He found himself intrigued by the crescent shaped dashes of blue on Skylar's cheeks, arms and thighs, by the intricate way her darker patches of fur mingled with the brown coloring the rest of her body. And her paws! The lighter shades outlining her toes only served to make her dark pads stand out, her slender toes equipped with short and awesomely cute claws at their end.

For some reason even Canimus couldn't fathom, the smilodon slowed down, trailing behind Skylar, who leaned on Keevu's arm to whisper something in his flicking ear. Her hushed voice didn't interest Canimus as much as her pads did, their shape and size so alluring he found himself practically staring at them, waiting with bated breath for her next step just so he could glimpse those bean-shaped toes once again.

There was no mistaking that Skylar had a certain grace in her steps. She was a slender and very beautiful specimen, with a nice, firm rump that swayed in quite the provocative way and a bushy tail that never sat still. The red leather jacket covered her lithe arms and torso, the zipper pulled all the way up to cover her generous chest. She had all the attractive qualities Canimus wanted to see in a woman, and his heartbeats quickened as his eyes lingered upon her rump, the thought that bloomed within his mind making his cheeks simmer from the blood welling within them.

"Trying to catch a peek at the goods, are we?" Cold fingers ran along Canimus' spine, chilling him. "I was actually--"

"Yep, he was staring at your paws," Keevu intervened, winking at Canimus, then nuzzled the cheek of his mate.

Skylar didn't fall for it so easily. She teased Keevu with a lick before turning her head around, her sharp gaze catching Canimus unaware.

"Nope. You were staring both at my paws and ass." She shook her head and bumped her muzzle against Keevu's. "You males should learn to be more thorough when talking to a lady."

"I couldn't help myself. But it did start with an innocent glance at your beautiful paws!" Canimus explained himself, drawing a giggle out of Skylar, her tail wagging with renewed vigor.

"And you were also hoping for an untimely gust of wind to answer a male's most pressing dilemma, wondering whether I wear panties or not."

Of course he did, but admitting it felt damn difficult at the time. "Actually, that thought hasn't occurred to me until you..."

"It's fine," Skylar interrupted him, her tone surprisingly gentle, almost playful. "You are allowed to admire from a distance. No harm done. On the contrary, women should take pride in it, rather than get freaked out. It's how I met this huge, striped pervert over here." She emphasized that by punching Keevu in the arm. "He kept trying to steal glances at my paws. I allowed him, things escalated, and here we are. A happy ending to a story some would find creepy."

"It's still creepy."

That remark earned Keevu another punch in his well developed biceps.

"Collars, punches--imagine what Canimus thinks of us by now!"

Skylar didn't fall for that. She punched him gently in the chest, drawing a groan from him, before twisting her head around to present Canimus with an elegant smirk.

"He got a good look at my ass. He's content for now." Canimus didn't know how to respond to that, other than swallow the lump in his throat.

"We're also closing in on our objective. The lion enclosure is just around that bend. Time to drop the play and act like a professional at work."

So she said, but in the same instance, Skylar swung her tail up, pulling her skirt with it, giving Canimus a glimpse of her pale nether regions, the pink outline of her sex embedding within Canimus' mind's eye. Even while closing his eyes, her gender remained there, teasing the smilidon, stirring his manhood. So much for Skylar being a true professional...

He could almost hear her silent, satisfied giggle, even though she increased her pace and instructed Canimus to turn left, switching from the cobbled road to a dusty path.

"The lion enclosure is this one," Skylar said, pointing her muzzle left. "It offers plenty of space, more than those lazy bastards care to use, vegetation indigenous to Africa, some rocky outcrops for the lions to play on, and plenty of trees to provide shade. You won't be able to see much. Evening is a shitty time to organize such events, really."

"It's fine," Canimus said, noticing that a ditch filled with low intensity garden lamps separated the wired fence from the more sturdy one, made of nine feet high iron bars, meant to keep the cats restricted to their designated place. "Why the need for two distinct fences?"

"Pah," Skylar scoffed. "If they don't feed the cats, they poke their fingers at them. If they don't do either, they come up with even more stupid ideas. Trust me, it's for the safety of the zoo visitors, and it also allows us handlers some interesting possibilities."

The evening gloom made it hard for Canimus to spot the frame of the gate Skylar unlocked. She leaned against the bars, waiting for the two felines to sit beside her, before she turned to face the enclosure.

"Izu, Shera, Akira!" Skylar shouted, placing a hand on Canimus' shoulder. "Izu is the male, and one of the laziest and adorable cats ever. Akira is difficult, just like my boyfriend, and Shera is plain adorable. Look, here she comes. Stay back this time, you silly tiger. Let me and Canimus get all the licks."

"The things I do for you," Keevu grumbled, remaining outside the wired fence to give the two some space.

"I love him, but right now, duty comes first, eh?" Skylar said.

Canimus sure didn't mind it. It seemed less daunting for the cats, to only deal with two people, and Keevu had probably gotten acquainted with all of them by now.

"Come on, come on." Skylar clapped her hands gently, the sound failing to put up speed into the lazy footsteps of the sole lioness that broke out of the shadows. "There's petting to be had."

As soon as she reached the fence, Skylar grabbed her head, giving her neck, chin and ears a thorough rubbing session.

"Shera's a devious one. Stays still like a house cat while you stroke her, but when that ends..."

As soon as Skylar let go of the lioness, Shera began rolling around, soft growls wafting from her half-opened mouth, her hind paws kicking at the bars. One of them broke through the gaps between the bars, and Skylar grabbed it in an instant, her eyes alight with veiled excitement.

"That's how it is. You lie down without a care in the world while I rub your filthy paws."

The tall grasses kept her paws more than clean. Canimus had the chance to find out himself when Skylar gently switched her hands and guided Canimus' over the lioness' paw, encouraging him to rub gently at her pads. He must have done something wrong, for Shera curled her toes inwards, yelped, and withdrew her paw, shifting onto her fours to greet them through the fence.

"You tickled her," Skylar mentioned, scratching at Shera's neck, her other hand held in front of her muzzle to receive broad, fulfilling licks. "She's a huge fan of foot massages, but gods forbid you touch the fur between her pads. That puts an end to everything."

Canimus found himself mesmerized by Skylar's confident voice, by Shera's calmness. The lioness shut her eyes, displaying utmost trust for Skylar, whose finger tips glided through her short fur.

"Want her to drool all over you?"

"Nah, I'm good, I'm content to watch while..." his words came to a sudden stop as Skylar retracted her hands, grabbed Canimus' wrists, and guided him over Shera's face.

"You didn't pay all that money to just watch," she whispered in his ear. Her body leaned against his, the subtle scent of her perfume mingling with the feral one of the lioness. Once Canimus eased in and followed Skylar's cue, petting Shera felt surprisingly fulfilling, the rough barbs of her tongue gliding over his fingers, prickling the padded surface of his palm.

Canimus had touched lions in the past, but nothing compared to this almost intimate scenario. Shera's hide oozed warmth. Her tawny fur felt like silk to his fingers, and those long whiskers poking at his fur. Whenever they did, Shera shook her head, readjusting her position, licking his hands from a different angle.

"Alright, let's leave her to rest," Skylar urged.

With great difficulty, Canimus withdrew his arms, staring at his slick palms for a moment, drenched with Shera's affection.

"Enthralled yet? We still have the leopards and tigers to visit."

Shera didn't like the sound of that, nor the absence of Canimus and Skylar. As soon as the two crossed the ditch, she began loosening a series of rumbling growls, hoisting herself on her hind legs to hug the fence, begging for attention. Her calls tugged at Canimus' heart, but Skylar wrapped an arm around his shoulder, adjusting to a brisk pace.

"She does that all the time. Stay with her, and morning will find you two together. That's how much she enjoys company."

"She's so tame," Canimus observed. "I've worked with other lions, but not one quite as lovely."

"I know right? She's like this oversized house cat that you'd love to treat as a pet. Don't get too excited though. Arugal the cougar is even more affectionate than Shera. Might do us good to pay him a visit too. He gets lonely, all by himself. But first, the leopard, namely Karufu."

The leopard's enclosure sat adjacent to the lion one, rich in trees and lush vegetation, broken by the tall rocky outcrops. Some were part of the setting, while others had a smooth, wide surface to them, meant to accommodate a leaping leopard. Canimus knew how much leopards enjoyed spending their time up in the branches of fig and ebony trees, and Karufu's enclosure brought a smile to his face. It almost seemed cropped out of the African Savannah.

"Wait a second," Skylar warned, stretching an arm to block Canimus' advance. "Karufu is... in a dominant mood these days."

"She means he's horny as fuck," Keevu added, wincing from the slap he received across the back of his head. "Well it's true! Lionesses are on one side, and that female black leopardess on the other!"

"That's a very blunt way to put it, but yeah," Skylar agreed, shrugging her petite shoulders. "Karufu's quite pent up these days, and he deals with his loneliness by spraying...well, everyone and everything."

The leopard heard their voices and hurtled towards the fence, puffing and growling, pawing at the fence, literally begging for attention. Canimus tried to take a step forward, but Skylar pushed him back, her features stern.

"He's a dear, but I don't want you reeking of leopard urine for the rest of the evening."

Karufu confirmed Skylar's worry. After he rubbed his side against the fence and brushed his cheek against a bar, the leopard turned around and raised his tail. His plump, fuzzy sack shuddered briefly, his pinkness poking out to spray his scent over the ditch. Keevu, who stayed dangerously close to the wired fence, jumped back, uttering a muffled "whoa..."and then tilting his head as if nothing happened.

Even Canimus chuckled at that.

"He's so dramatic at times, as if he doesn't stink just like that leopard does." Skylar giggled softly, grabbed Canimus' arm, and led him to the next enclosure, trading the green, fresh vegetation for the withered, scarce one split by patches of reddish sand.

"The cougar's enclosure?"

"Uh huh," Skylar mumbled, nodding. "Stay back. Arugal's quite taken with the fairer gender, but he has these weird mood swings where males are concerned. He's almost protective of females, treating males as competition. He's already more chivalrous than my mate here."

"Shall I make the necessary arrangements for you to move in with him?" Keevu asked.

"Please do," Skylar said while fumbling for the lock. "His fur is way softer than yours, and he doesn't grow a beard."

Keevu leaned over Canimus to whisper in his ear. "She claims beards make one manly, and wants me without one. See who I have to deal with?"

A playful, bold, and quite fascinating woman, Canimus thought, but kept that remark to himself, watching Skylar crouching in front of the fence, calling to Arugal. A few moments later, she turned around and signaled for them to keep moving.

"Cats gotta be cats. Gods forbid they tire their soft pawsies to visit the guests. Do you want to check the small cats as well? Or go ahead to check on the tigers and jaguars? They both have quite the fancy enclosures, so we'll have to head indoors and check them out through plexiglass. I caaan get you inside their enclosure, but you may suffer from the missing limb syndrome on the way out."

"I gracefully decline your generous offer," Canimus said, and Skylar ruffled his mohawk in return.

"Good. I thought I'd have to growl and snap some sense into you." "Trust me, you don't want to get there with Skylar," Keevu added.

"I don't see him being that type. Besides, there are better ways to handle insubordinate males, like thrusting a paw in their face. They can't talk, and they have to lick. Two in one benefits."

Her tone shifted to a jovial, almost seductive one, her fleeting glance stirring Canimus' senses. Did she...desire him? Nah, that couldn't be. She was just being her playful, if a bit teasing, self. Trying to make this experience a memorable one for Canimus, like everybody in her place would.

Rather than dwell on it, Canimus took in the sights around him, noticing the intricate details that went into each enclosure. They couldn't even be called such anymore; habitats was a more appropriate term to describe the environment in which these cats lived.

Once inside a grand hallway, warm, stuffy air replaced the cold touch of the evening. Skylar removed her red leather jacket, handed it to her mate, and wiggled her hips a little, her perky breasts dancing with the movement.

"No bra, eh?'"

"Yep," the german shepherd admitted. "It's a social gathering. I'm not about to confine my boobs to that prison if I can help it. Besides, you can help yourself to however many peeks you'd like. My ass, boobs, paws, and whatever else your perverted mind is into, come with the tour."

Okay? Now that really messed with Canimus' mind. Skylar gave off one too many and not so subtle clues, while Keevu maintained his composure, always shrugging and giving Canimus that look which said, "It's fine. Go with it."

"Typical. Ishavu and her cubs are probably cuddling at the very back of the enclosure, licking each other's paws and faces and being all cute."

Her fist landed upon the plexiglass, banging with such force a jolt of panic ran through Canimus.

"It seems you haven't hung out with impatient and overbearing women before," Keevu said to Canimus.

"Impatient is what you'll be when I thrust my pussy in your face and force you to suckle me to completion while your hands are tied," Skylar said calmly.

"I'll try to aim into a paw."

"You're not getting anywhere close to my paws."

"Then I'll cum from the mere taste of you."

"Hmm..." Skylar said, scratching her jaw. "That's either an awesome or one damn lonely climax. We'll try that at some point. See if you can actually keep your word on it."

"Cum enough in my muzzle, and I surely will," Keevu pressed the matter further.

Skylar's eyes narrowed, shining with strange intensity. "Bitch, I'll stuff you up so bad you'll look pregnant by the end of our lovemaking session."

They had quite the original ideas when it came to lovemaking. Canimus had to give them that. Skylar dragged her mate over by his collar, paying no attention to the smilodon's polite coughs as she licked the tiger's muzzle in quite a provocative way.

"Make these stubborn feral tigers show up, and I'll give you a paw to fuck."

"Nope, both paws and your cunt if you want me to go in there."

Skylar sighed, turned around, and presented Canimus with a wry smile. "This concludes our tour. We've thirty minutes left to kill, and thanks to my dear mate, all we can do is sit on a bench and watch the trees and the grass."

"You're quite the steep negotiator."

Skylar seized his collar with one finger wrapped around the D-link, pulling Keevu into her embrace and biting the tip of his ear, hard enough to make him yelp. "And you should have stuck with the paws instead of trying to claim everything. Leaving nothing to Canimus is damn rude."

Keevu was just as surprised to hear that as Canimus. The white tiger snapped out of it, blinked once to clear his confusion, and then regarded Canimus.

"Uhm, she doesn't mean it in the real sense of the word. I mean, you don't mffmmfmmmm," his words trailed off once Skylar slapped a paw over his muzzle, swatting away his rebellious hands.

"Let's get a few things straight. First, we have thirty minutes to kill. Secondly, I love my dear cat." She withdrew her hand to kiss her mate briefly, and turned back to face Canimus. "Third, what's better than one cat? Two of them, of course. Happens I got one paw for each."

She ended her proposition with a lewd wink, the sort that stirred Canimus' dick from the mere prospect of what was to come.

"Oh, don't look so surprised. We're all alone in here. Besides, you've been stealing glances of my paws and backside for the entire evening. Are you going to do something about it or not?"

"We're open minded folk," Keevu tried to convince Canimus. "If Skylar invited you to have some fun, then be sure she's going to give you everything she has."

"Oh, I plan to." Skylar removed Keevu's collar, allowing the white tiger to scratch his neck while she brought the leather apparatus to Canimus, who stood still and erect as a cock, completely surprised by the sudden turn of events. "I singled you out back there for a reason. You haven't eaten much, so poor kitty must be quite hungry, mrrrr," she growled in his face, clasping the collar shut around his neck and dragging Canimus over to her mate with a single finger by the D-link.

"Strip. You've both seen me, so it's my turn to see you."

Both of the males began removing their shirts. Keevu's eager hands grabbed and tossed the shirt over the bench pressed against the wall, his hands already working on his belt while Canimus still struggled unbuttoning his shirt.

"Come on, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity," Keevu said, massaging Canimus' neck with tender strokes. "You can't know what sexual fulfillment is until you taste Skylar's pussy. Trust me, she tastes divine."

"You aren't even going to get a lick if you don't get me wet first, you paw sluts."

That added a bit more energy into Canimus' movements. He plucked button after button, ripping the final one with a sharp claw when it refused to budge. Contrary to what she said, Skylar removed her blouse as well, her breasts bouncing free, generous in their size and shape, certainly enough for a hearty grip. When she noticed Canimus' eyes skipping down to her crotch, she merely removed a blond strand of hair, saying, "Boys will be boys. They can't even get it up without proper motivation."

Not true. Her slim yet strong body already captivated Canimus with its gentle shapes and slender thighs, to the point where he grew erect simply at the promise of getting a glimpse at her bare form. Now that he did, the smilodon hissed softly. Skylar's pink crevice, nestled between her pale thighs, was much too arousing to him.

"Yep, you're going to eat that," Keevu said, pulling down Canimus' pants, along with his boxers, whistling at his full mast. "Yep, we definitely got the right guy."

"I know how to pick them." Skylar's voice was like an alluring summer breeze, soft and enticing, just like her swaying hips. She scratched her chin in quite the salacious way, her eyes bearing into Canimus, those wiggling fingers capturing his attention as they flowed down her brown neck, disturbing her neat fur in their wake. Soon, they reached her lighter colored chest, circling over a nipple, teasing it with a slow stroke before reaching towards her nethers, parting her lips open to reveal her goods to him.

"All yours," she whispered to Canimus. "If you show me what that tongue can do."

With that said, she went to grab the pile of clothes left by the two males and dumped them on the floor, spreading them like a makeshift blanket upon which she lied down on her back. Her paws thrust forward, toes wiggling with suggestive eagerness.

Canimus and Keevu shared a glance, nodded to each other, and knelt in front of her. The white tiger wasted no moment in digging his muzzle into her paw, attacking her central, broad pad with hungry licks that made Skylar shake her paw in his grip and half whimper, half moan.

Canimus, on the other hand, took it slower, starting with a soft massage that encouraged Skylar's toes to spread like a flower's petals under his caress. She had such soft, meaty, and delightful pads, the earthy scent trickling from them rousing Canimus' desire for the canine. Rather than keep her on edge and waiting, he pushed his nose between her toes as well, taking a whiff of her feminine fragrance before his tongue dashed along one toe, the barbs prickling its sensitive, dark surface.

"Oh yes. Suck them, lick them, my two paw sluts," Skylar's voice came, one hand fondling a painfully erect nipple while the other ventured downstairs. Canimus tried to get a glimpse, but Skylar shoved her paw into his face, forcing him to take his duty seriously.

Eager to flare her pleasant sounds a pitch higher, Canimus dragged a pair of toes into his mouth, suckling on them until they came out glistening from the light falling upon her paws. The smilodon didn't stop there; the shudders running through her pads, along with the tucking motion of her toes, revealed to him just how much Skylar enjoyed herself. And, much like a big cat's, her pads had a particular smoothness and sensitivity to them, each stroke of his barbed tongue making Skylar thrust her head back just a bit more, whimper a wee bit louder from the tingles of pleasure washing through her.

"That's...that's enough," she said, pulling her paws away suddenly, ending the trance of the two helplessly hard males. "Fuck. I almost came while fingering myself. Started off as something to keep me in the mood and then... Well, goes to show that felines deserve their reputation when it comes to licking."

Skylar pushed herself onto all fours, turning around, tail raised to present the two males with her soppy lips. The light colored fur around her nethers clumped in patches due to the juices embedded within, a sharp, sweet tang greeting Canimus' nostrils. Skylar knew she had the horny male in her fetters, luring him closer with a single finger, giving Canimus that same salacious look from before. It was reserved for him and him alone, and, unable to resist it, the smilodon crawled forward, licking his chops in anticipation.

"All yours for the taking," Skylar cooed, wagging her tail a few times before she pulled it out of the way to make room for her guest.

God, she smelled so good! His blood boiled within him, his cock throbbed with unspent lust, and his focus dwelled on that delicate pussy, begging for his attention, her lips swollen due to arousal.

How could one resist such sight? Certainly not Canimus.

Without any warning, he shoved his muzzle forward, his nose pressing against her vulva with a wet squelch, tongue tip tickling her lips, collecting the translucent honey off them. Canimus tried grabbing her thighs for leverage, but Skylar brushed him off with a curt growl, pushing her cunt against Canimus' tongue, forcing him to sink halfway inside her.

"Grrr yes," she growled. "Gods, you're ravenous!"

Her words slipped by Canimus' ears. He slurped her wetness, thrusting his tongue deeper into her shuddering tunnel, wanting much, much more. He barely noticed the weight pressing against his face, dragging him down, or that Skylar began to shift. To him, her position didn't matter, so long as he got to eat her out like there was no tomorrow.

"Perfect. That's perfect. You are just where I want you to be, my dear kitty."

The german shepherd lowered herself onto her knees, one paw on each side, the pads facing upwards, still drenched with saliva. Her rump lowered over Canimus' face, pushing him down, forcing him to lay flat on his belly, arms to the side, muzzle thrust into her rear. Skylar's bushy tail flowed over Canimus' face, obscuring his view for a few precious moments during which Keevu straddled Canimus. At first, the smilodon made nothing of the white tiger's powerful thighs brushing against his, of the way his knees locked around Canimus, clamping shut around him.

His predicament only registered when Keevu seized Canimus' wrists in a strong yet gentle grip, his chest landing upon Canimus' back so that the white tiger could purr the satisfaction in Canimus' ear. "You're ours mate, to do with you as we please."

Canimus tensed up, his muscles tightening as realization struck him. This wasn't what he signed up for! Keevu's satisfied grin hovered at the edge of his vision, and Skylar practically sat on his face, her folds almost smothering him. Through short, heaving breaths, Canimus managed to keep his composure, mostly thanks to Skylar's soothing fragrance.

Her pheromones messed with his mind, alleviating his worries at becoming their sub bitch. Although the evening took an arguably strange turn, Canimus couldn't help but release a low, lustful, guttural sound, his limp limbs suggesting his acceptance of the situation.

"Well well, this sort of embrace seems to tame every male." She raised her rump off Canimus' face, just a few inches to give him room to maneuver his tongue along her crevice.

The smilodon chose not to reply. His mouth was already busy with Skylar's sex, and Keevu licked his pucker a few times, just enough to get him moist and ready for his impressive girth. Then, the tiger probed at Canimus' tailhole with his barbed, tapered tip, producing soft shudders along his creased flesh.

Canimus sucked in a deep breath...

And let it out in a drawn-out hiss as Keevu penetrated him, his thickness spreading open Canimus' tight, squeezing walls, forcing him to adjust around the increasingly thicker feline rod. Keevu growled as well, his grip over Canimus' wrists intensifying with each centimeter that buried deeper and deeper within the smilodon.

Rather than take it slow and easy, Keevu's lust and excitement got the better of him, his hips shoving forward to plunge the rest of his shaft inside Canimus, whose eyes screwed shut from the overwhelming experience. His insides contracted, meeting those tiny barbs that prickled their smooth surface, sharp tingles of fiery pleasure snaking through Canimus' rump with every squeeze.

With his ass full of tight, pink tiger meat and his nose trapped between Skylar's folds, Canimus found himself stimulated from both fronts. His inner muscles kneaded around Keevu's length, eliciting a few pleasured huffs from the tiger, while his tongue continued to trail along Skylar's dainty furrow, keeping the best for last.

Skylar begged to differ. Her right hand cupped one breast, playing with it briefly before her fingers settled on her nipple, fondling that meaty bud, erect with pleasure. Her other hand clenched around Canimus' mohawk, dragging him against her rump with forceful and quite suggestive tugs.

"Give me all you got, dear."

Canimus couldn't speak, nod or growl, so instead, he pushed his tongue all the way in, spearing through her slick depths, allowing his barbs to slide over her silken walls. Skylar couldn't help but unleash a deep, satisfied moan, toes trembling, cunt shuddering from being pierced so deep. She began moving her hips in slow, undulating motions, allowing her lips to slide over the curves of Canimus' face and muzzle, whimpering in satisfaction.

Canimus moaned as well, his other sounds cut off by Keevu's presence inside him. The tiger's first few thrusts proved to be less than pleasant, but licking Skylar's paw worked him up pretty good, enough for his slick precum to lube up Canimus' tailhole to a comfortable level. Try as he might to yelp, groan, or hiss in unison with the top's sluggish strokes, Canimus couldn't, for each of them felt so intense to the smilodon they cut off his breath.

Splayed on the ground, with his lower body squeezed by Keevu's comforting weight and his wrists trapped within another's grip, Canimus found it impossible to touch himself. Every

thrust up his arse made his cock tighten and tense up, his only comfort being the pressure exerted by his own body upon his shaft. His two play mates found his struggles amusing, both of them laughing whenever Canimus shook his arms. Skylar even switched from his scruff to the collar around his neck, forcing his muzzle an inch deeper into her. "Keep at it. Oooh, keep licking. You're so...so good at it, so...hungry for my juices."

Her praise lessened Canimus' struggle. Or maybe her forceful collar jerks did. After a thorough cunnilingus session, Skylar no longer wanted slow, delicate licks. She now yearned for the faster, aggressive sort, as emphasized by her display of dominance, and Canimus had no choice but to obey.

Being shoved up against such wet and delicious cunt stirred him like very few things had stimulated him in the past. Skylar's walls practically trembled with the need to cum, and visible shudders rippled along her arms and legs. Her toes curled inwards, her back arched and, when she could take no more of his barbed tongue, the german shepherd howled her blissful release. She yanked Canimus by the collar, forcing his mouth against her entrance, his nose already disappearing past her puffy folds. After one forceful spasm, her nectar overflowed, splashing upon Canimus' face, over and over again, her cry of pleasure deep within the smilodon's ear.

Canimus held his breath, gulping down her intoxicating essence, her taste so potent, and the motions of her muscles so powerful around his tongue, that they pushed Canimus over the edge. His butt clamped down hard and his legs pulled tightly against Keevu's back, drawing the tiger balls-deep into the submissive sabertooth and triggering his orgasm. Hot seed burst into Canimus' tailhole, thick and invigorating, the spurts stoking the smilodon's own climax.

To spice things up, Keevu pulled Canimus by his tail in one sudden yank, both of the males roaring out, overpowered by the deep pleasure coursing through them. Stars speckled Canimus' vision, his mind whirling from the potent ecstasy flooding his senses, while Keevu used the moment of respite to pull out and spew his remaining seed over Canimus' firm butt cheeks, adding shaky, ivory lines to the smilodon's existing patterns.

Instead of getting up, Skylar turned around, rubbing her folds over Canimus' muzzle while her hand messed up his mohawk. "Aw, you look rather cute, all drenched with..."

"And, to the left, we have the tiger enclosure which houses..." a distant voice broke through the hallway.

Canimus' heart leapt into his chest, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. Both Keevu and Skylar chuckled to one another, grabbing whatever clothes they could from the pile to cover themselves.

"Run for your life, m'dear paw slut." Skylar's hushed voice was dwarfed by the deeper, more imposing one of another tour guide. Canimus found it impossible to focus, his limbs skidding in all four direction, his ass protesting from Keevu's stretching session.

Fuck fuck fuck. Canimus wanted to run, to flee, to follow his two companions, but instead, all he could focus on were the translucent snakes dribbling down Skylar's thighs, leftovers from her explosive climax, and on that gorgeous shape of her rump.

--The End--