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There was a certain, small town charm about the drive-in movie theatre. Crappy, weather beaten screen, tinny speakers and cheap, nasty food. What it lacked in modern amenities, it more than made up for in character. Character of a sorts, at least. Those seeking luxuries or a high-brow cinematic experience would be better served looking elsewhere.

A search that would come up with nothing; the drive-in was the only theatre in town.

The five hundred or so mammals that inhabited Fraser's Peak didn't warrant the attention of the larger cinema chains; their chances of having a multiplex built were roughly on par with the chances of hosting the Olympics. A local cinema, displaying everything from the latest blockbusters to surreal arthouse films had stood the test of time. Family owned and run since before movies had sound, it had started as an outdoor sit-down experience, displaying comedies and dramas on lazy Sunday afternoons. The encroachment of the automobile had led most to prefer the comfort of their own vehicle, and so the grassy field had made way for a now-pockmarked parking lot, each passing winter threatening to wash away the remaining bitumen. And yet, year after year it attracted the town's movie-going enthusiasts, as well as a good number of visitors eager for an old-school experience.

Being that it was the middle of October, visitors were few and far between.

For the Coyote, Noah, and his wife of three years, a cute little panda by the name of Sophie, boredom had reigned supreme the past few weeks. Though, what had seemed like another evening cooped up in their house on the edge of town, a bottle or three of wine between them, had taken a rather amicable turn courtesy of a call from one of his co-workers. Cain, a large and notably brash grey wolf, had suggested a double date; Noah and Sophie, along with himself and his own wife, Hilde. Hilde was, as far as Noah was able to tell, from somewhere in Central Europe; a strikingly beautiful arctic fox with a long, flowing tail and perfect white fur.

Sophie had told him repeatedly not to stare.

"It's not as if I sit there with my eyes glued to her ass all day!" he complained. Their large SUV rounded the final corner before a half mile drive up a single lane road to the drive-in., the couple bouncing in their seats as the vehicle rumbled over the uneven surface.

"Come on, dear!" his wife pinched him playful on the upper arm, "I'm not complaining, but you do stare sometimes."

Noah shot her a faux-innocent glance, ". . .just sometimes."

"Oh, so you finally come clean, do you?" she smirked at the admission.

"Well, I never said she was better looking than you, and you absolutely know whose ass I prefer! But I can still say she is quite the handsome lady."

He stuck his nose up and put on a fake posh accent.

"Handsome?" Sophie asked.

"Yes, dear," the accent continued, "handsome is the right word. A lady of true grace, worthy of praise and adoration! My word, how her legs are just. . ."

A sharp punch followed the pinch she had given her husband.

"Ow!"

"Knock it off, Noah! Is my ass not enough?"

"It's more than enough, babe."

The couple giggled as they swung into the parking lot. It was about a quarter full, maybe less. Typically busier on the weekends, they had picked a weekday night for their double date in order to avoid the crowds and get a decent spot for themselves. A few furs gathered about the concessions stands, busying themselves with armfuls of overpriced popcorn and sodas before returning to their parked vehicles. Being that it had a single screen, naturally only a single movie was shown, though usually there might be two or three such screenings per evening. Noah and Sophie had chosen the later of the two that were available that day. A family-friendly kids movie had shown at around five in the afternoon, followed by something a little more mature starting at eight. Neither of them were much for dramas, but with their options limited to exactly one choice, they were hardly in the position to choose.

"Hey! Noah! Soph! Hey!"

A large wolf bounded towards them, weaving in and out of cars vying for the better spots. He was shaggy, a little over six feet tall and solidly built, though far from being fat. Can was, in the purest sense of the word, an extrovert, caring little for what others thought or said about him, and seemingly happy at all times. Today was no different; the lupine was sporting a toothy smile as he thundered up to the SUV and slammed his paw a few times on the window.

"Noah!"

The Coyote dutifully rolled the window down, cocking an eyebrow at his friend.

"Sorry, I don't give money to hobos." he said.

"Ha!" Cain shot back, "Well keep your money, I already got us tickets. Let me in!"

The locks clicked down and the wolf swung the back door open, climbing up and in and sitting himself in the middle of the rear bench seat. With plenty of room in the spacious interior, he sprawled his limbs out as Noah put the car in gear and trundled forward across the gravel.

"Where's Hilde?" the coyote asked of his friend.

"Sick," said Cain bluntly, fishing out two crumpled tickets from his pocket and passing them forward to Sophie, "seems like she caught something nasty at work, been in bed for the past three days."

"Damn, it's not. . ."

The wolf quickly interrupted, "no, no, doc says it's nothing like that. Flu maybe. She didn't get her shot this year. She had a test just to be sure, came up negative so we're good."

"Aw," Sophie whined, "I was looking forward to a bit of girl talk with her. You two should come out more!"

Cain nodded, "I keep telling her that, but. . . hey, something smells pretty good!"

The small panda smiled, "thank you! It's a nice new perfume Noah got me for our anniversary. I've wanted to wear it for a while!"

The wolf took a deep breath, "I'll have to get Hilde to try it out. It smells. . . good. Really good."

"I'm glad you like it!"

"Are you two done flirting?" Noah returned his attention to the front, manoeuvering the SUV between two smaller vehicles until he found a clear spot nearer to the screen, but somewhat off to the side of the main parking lot. Pulling up next to the speaker post, he cut the engine and killed the headlights.

He turned his head over his shoulder to his friend, "drinks? I was just going to get a small soda for me and Sophie. Want anything?"

Cain snorted, reaching into his jacket with his large, furry paw, "don't think we have to go drinking anything like that! Here!"

From within he produced a large, square bottle, filled to the brim with a deep amber liquid. It was quite obvious to the three of them what it was. Strictly speaking, the theatre didn't possess a liquor licence; the associated fees and insurance requirements proving just a little too much for the small-time business. That, and having to deal with the potential for underage drinking, and the associated trouble with the police that would bring, had simply made it easier for them to enact a blanket ban on all outside beverages, alcohol included.

Naturally, that didn't stop the smuggling of such contraband into the trunks and footwells of cars. Cain had simply thrust the bottle inside his jacket, and was now proudly presenting it to his two friends.

"Hilde's parent's visited us over the summer. Left us this as a little thank you gift for putting them up for a month. Hilde won't touch anything other than wine or beer, and I didn't want to drink it all by myself."

Noah smirked, pointing at the clearly broken seal atop the bottle, "doesn't seem to have stopped you!"

"Well," Cain was a little sheepish, "I may have tried it, you know. Wouldn't want to bring you guys anything sub par. Trust me, this is the good stuff!"

"I'll be the judge of that. . ." Noah extended his paw.

The coyote removed the cork from the stem, giving the now open bottle a quick sniff before gulping back a single mouthful.

"Woah," he coughed a little, "this stuff is strong!"

"Yeah! Told you it was good! Made in Slovenia or something, who knew they did whiskey? It's something like sixty percent."

"No kidding?"

Sophie leaned over towards her husband, eyes fluttering a little as she stuck her tongue out.

"Do I get any?" she asked.

Obliging the small panda, Noah raised the bottle and deposited a few drops onto her outstretched tongue. Eagerly, she lapped them up, swallowing down before coughing a few times as the coyote had done.

"Jeez!" she spluttered, "you'll knock us all out with that, Cain!"

The wolf grinned.

Each of the three furs took another mouthful from the bottle, doing a slightly better job of keeping it down this time around. With the trailers having not even begun, the conversation turned to the typical mundanities of small town life; work, gossip and the plans they had to travel elsewhere when the opportunity presented itself. Hilde suffered from severe wanderlust, much to the frustration of her far more down-to-earth husband. Noah and Sophie were more subdued, preferring short weekend trips to long overseas holidays. Still, there came a point for all of them where life in Fraser's Peak was just a little too dull to tolerate for another summer.

"What's the deal with this movie anyway?" asked Noah, steering the conversation away from the particularly boring subject of which of Sophie's friends had fallen pregnant.

Cain simply shrugged, "who knows? It's all they had on. Has an R rating though, so maybe it's got a little something in it. I think it's just a drama, or something. Hilde said she wanted to see it."

'We don't see enough movies, sweetie," Sophie interjected.

"Well," Noah replied, "here we are, babe. Want a little something to wash that whiskey down with?"

The panda girl nodded, "yes, actually. It's kinda burning my throat. Just my usual."

Clicking the car door open, Noah stepped from the vehicle. The trailers were still playing, with all manner of summer blockbusters or cheesy chick-flicks being advertised across the screen. The line to the concession stand had shortened significantly.

"I'll get us a few things. Want something, Cain?"

"Yeah," the wolf replied, "whatever the biggest size they have is. Mountain Dew!"

"Gah. That stuff is awful, how can you drink it?"

"Goes great with two hundred dollar whiskey."

Another chuckle and the coyote jogged past the slowly growing line of parked cars and to the concession stand. A low, squat brick building, it served as both the snack bar and ticketing office, though by now most of the patrons were busy purchasing drinks. Noah waited patiently in line, mindlessly scrolling through a few vapid news articles on his phone, before collecting an armful of drinks and returning their parked SUV.

Making his way back, he spotted both his friend and wife through the windows, the interior light switched on and the pair involved in some manner of light-hearted conversation, sharing a few laughs between gulps from the whisky bottle. Cain had always been a bit of a flirt, even with Sophie, and he supposed it was just typical friendly banter. This said nothing of some of the girls from their workplace; with some of the conversations Noah having overheard almost certainly worthy of the attention of HR. The coyote, however, was hardly one to talk, having been caught out eyeing up Hilde more than once. Still, out of a professional context, it was fair game. It didn't matter where you got your appetite, as long as you ate at home.

"Here we are!" he opened the door and pushed his way into the vehicle.

"Sweetie!" Sophie's voice was a little slurred, the whisky having obviously taken a toll on her small, lithe body.

The large wolf interrupted, "dew me!"

Noah awkwardly handed a giant, half-gallon cup of bright green-yellow liquid back to his friend, who grasped it eagerly in both paws before downing a full quarter of it in one go.

"Ah! That's the stuff! This whiskey made me thirsty!"

Sophie nudged her husband gently, "did you get my small diet cola?"

"Of course," he handed his wife a far smaller cup.

Turning to his own beverage, the three watched trailers in silence for a few moments, sipping on their drinks in an attempt to stifle some of the burning in their throats. It was the usual assortment of crap, and none of them were particularly paying attention.

"Did you get trimmed recently, Soph?" Cain was the first to break the silence.

"I did! Thanks for noticing!" the panda responded, her voice a little giggly.

"It looks good! Did you get it trimmed. . . uh. . . everywhere?"

"Cain! How rude!" she retorted, her tone mocking, yet playful.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Sophie shot the wolf a disapproving looking, holding a stern expression for all of five seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Well now, Cain," she said, wiping a few tears from her eyes, "how about a deal. Tell me what Hilde has done in that. . . department, and I'll tell you what I get done. I'm sure Noah would like to hear about it, wouldn't you, sweetie?"

"I. . . uh. . ."

The female fluttered her eyes a few times at her husband before returning her attention to Cain, taking a sip from her diet soda.

"Hmmm?"

Cain was hardly as reluctant as Noah was.

"Oh yeah!" he started, "you know how European types are. She keeps the lawn well mowed, if you know what I mean! Says she wants to look good in lingerie for me, and hey, I can't complain!"

Blushing slightly at the sudden change in topic, his expression became increasingly animated.

"So, uh, Sophie," he said, picking out each word, "what about you?"

She shuffled a bit in her seat, the corner of her mouth curling up into a smug little grin. She had chosen to wear something that could be described as sexy; a short skirt that hung some three inches above her knees, complimented by a pair of see-through stockings that reached almost as high, though left a good two inch gap. Completing her already alluring form was a tightly fitting blue polo shirt that strained against her nicely sized breasts, full and heavy. The round-framed glasses perched on her nose were just for show, and gave her a certain cute, nerdy look. Her fur, as Cain had noticed, had been nicely trimmed and cut to a short, sleek finish, leaving a few fuller tufts for decoration about her wrists and ankles. Her hair, a deep, jet black, flowed to shoulder length, straight cut and nicely framing her cute face. It was the sort of outfit that a twenty-something college student might wear on a first date to impress their crush. To be fair, this was supposed to be a date. Of sorts.

"Well," she continued, making a show of sucking on her straw, "the beautician I see offers quite a few special services. She trims me up nice and snazzy for Noah. You'd probably have to check out her website to get an idea of what I might have had done there. .. "

"Come on, Soph!" Cain was practically begging, "tell me!"

Her smirk broadened, "would you rather I show you?"

The wolf's voice stuck in this throat. He gulped a few times, though failed to prevent his tongue from rolling out from behind his fangs.

"I. . ."

Again, Sophie laughed. It may have been the alcohol speaking, but clearly she was enjoying herself. A chance to cut loose, and indulge in the lighter side of life. Her flirtatious side was coming out, much to the surprise of the two males.

"Ah, you're just too easy, Cain!" she snorted, "Typical canine mind. But yes, I got trimmed aaaaaaall the way down there. Every last little bit. It's all nice and bare. You can see. . . everything."

The wolf was now blushing furiously, "d-damn! You're a lucky guy, Noah! I'd hit that. . ."

He took another gulp of whiskey, chasing it down with an even larger mouthful of Mountain Dew, before passing the bottle around. Sophie and Noah drained a full quarter of the bottle between them, the interior of the SUV now thoroughly smelling of alcohol, and the three furs becoming further and further inebriated.

"I mean. . ." Cain continued, "is she good?"

Noah grinned, "oh yes! You have no idea, furball!"

He took another gulp of whiskey.

"Tastes great and feels even better!" the coyote continued, "but I suppose you'll just have to be content with Hilde, hm? Bet she's not too bad either."

Cain rubbed the back of his neck, "well, yeah, but sometimes she gets. . . moody, you know?"

"Is that a once-a-month sort of thing?"

"Sometimes, yeah, but I don't know. . . cultural difference perhaps."

Sophie twisted her body and leaned back, placing her head on the centre console and looking backwards at Cain.

"Aw, I'm sure you treat her really well!" she said, shooting him a wink "she's lucky to have such a big, strong wolf to look after her! I know I'd feel lucky. . ."

"Sophie?"

"Hmmm?"

Noah tapped her on her knee, "It's starting, babe."

"Ah!

The trailers had ended, not that the trio had paid much attention, preferring their innuendo-filled banter instead. The typical array of studio logos flashed across the screen, the small speaker post blaring tinny, distorted music into the SUV. Names flashed up, and the movie proper started. For the first few minutes, apart from the film's audio, the only sound was that of the furs sipping on their drinks, alternating between their sodas and further mouthfuls from the rapidly emptying whiskey bottle. From the outset, it was apparent that the movie would hardly be an action packed tour de force. Set in a small town much like their own, characters were slowly introduced; a lawyer, a waitress and a high school principal. A minor and exceptionally mundane legal altercation led to the main characters meeting, with the story progressing at a snail's pace from there.

They watched for some twenty minutes, with the whiskey finished after the first ten, before any of them spoke.

"Sweetie?" said Sophie, "I'm getting a bit cramped up here in the front. I'm going to hop in the back with Cain, if that's okay?"

Noah gave his wife a few pats on the knee, "that's alright, babe. Keep an eye on him for me."

"Ah, I was getting lonely back here!" the wolf spouted from the spacious back seat, "plenty of room!"

Sophie clambered up and between the two front seats, doing little to prevent her skirt from riding up and flashing her tightly fitting black panties to the two males. Both being canines, their sensitive noses picked up the subtle hint of her femininity, even through fog of alcohol that hung in the air.

"Ah, that's better!" she said, smiling as she deposited herself behind the driver's seat, stretching her arms and legs out.

Cain's eyes shot to her thick, white thighs, lingering for the briefest of moments, before returning to the movie.

"I don't get this," he complained, "this woman is married to a high flying lawyer. He sends her on all these holidays, buys her all this stuff, and she's suddenly all over this down-and-out school principal who got caught embezzling the school budget to pay for hookers and blow!"

"He's a bad boy!" Sophie exclaimed excitedly, "some girls like that!"

Cain threw her another glance, keeping in fixed upon her petite form for a good ten seconds this time, and flashed her a few of his fangs.

"Am I a bad boy? I snuck this booze into the movies for us." he said, half-jokingly.

"Oh yes, Cain," her voice dripped with sarcasm, "take me now!"

"Let's not get too pawsy back there, now. . ." Noah interrupted, raising an eyebrow at his wife and friend.

Cain shot back, the alcohol doing the talking, "oh, you mean like this?"

The wolf reached across, fingertips coming into contact with Sophie's soft, freshly trimmed fur, just above the knee. He spread his palm across her thigh, grasping firmly before sliding up, slowly but surely, settling just below her skirt.

She immediately clamped her legs together.

Undeterred, Cain squeezed the petite female's thigh just a little harder, though still keeping his paws visible, below the level of her skirt. Five seconds passed, then ten, before he withdrew.

"She's very soft. . ." he said.

Sophie wiggled a little on the spot, grinding her thighs together and blushing furiously, "Cain! Come on, don't be such a tease!"

"Hey, don't blame me!" he replied, looking rather smug, "you were the one who said girls like bad boys. Am I bad enough for you, or do you need a little more. . . convincing!"

He leered across at her, grinning widely as his paw again made its way towards her.

"Ah, no, it's fine!" she yelped, "you're a bad boy, Cain! A big bad wolf!"

The two shared the moment, chuckling at the absurdity of it, before Sophie again spoke. Her voice was far lower this time far lower, and she bit her bottom lip as the words came out.

"I would mind you being bad to me. . ."

"Guys. . ." Noah was looking on with disapproval.

"Hey, it's all good fun!" said the wolf, shuffling back over to this side of the SUV, "look what's happening on the screen anyway!"

The movie had taken a sudden twist. What had turned out as a lurid affair between the wife of the lawyer and the small-time school principal had escalated into a rather twisted love triangle, trending almost into the sadistic.

"Do you really think she likes that? She's been treated pretty badly by both of them. . ." Sophie, quizzed, nevertheless enraptured.

"The principal guy seems to be getting the best deal out of this. He gets to fuck his lawyer's wife, and get out of jal time for all the money he stole."

"Yeah, but the lawyer guy likes it! He's urging her to keep doing it. It's some sort of weird power play or something."

"How?"

"He's got two things his client wants. He knows he can bust them anytime, but he's just using them for his own pleasure. He's getting off to it all! He's clearly a cuck."

A sudden, awkward silence descended over the interior of the SUV. The scene now playing out had the wife and principal going hard at it under the sheets of a cheap motel bed, the lawyer having booked the rooms either side, where he was listening in.

Noah cleared his throat, "well, some guys like that too. . ."

Both Sophie and Cain blinked.

"What?" they said in unison.

The Coyote sat up, a blush across his face, courtesy of both the sudden shift in conversation and the amount of alcohol he had drunk.

"Well, what's wrong with that!" he said, a little loudly, "if girls can like bad boys, maybe sometimes guys like bad girls too!"

Sophie leaned over, her expression curious, "do you, sweetie?"

It was Noah's turn to flush the most brilliant shade of red. Hearing his wife ask that, speak those words, had his heart jumping into his throat, along with a small yet distinct string in his loins.

"Well. . . well. . . I mean, I'd always kinda fantasised about seeing you with another. . . girl."

She grinned, narrowing her gaze upon her husband, "you'd like that, would you?"

"Y-yeah."

The panda leaned back, positioning herself just a little closer to Cain.

"Let's keep watching the movie, sweetie. We're all a little drunk, maybe something might happen. . ."

"But there's just. . ."

She cut him off with a raised paw, "don't worry about it sweetie. . ."

Cain grinned, "yeah, buddy, what's the big deal? I'll take good care of her. Maybe you guys can come over this weekend and Sophie here can have some fun with Hilde. Would you like that, little Panda? "

Sophie shuffled again, her blush returning, "I think that would be fun."

"And what about right now?" he asked.

"Hmmm, just watch the movie, big bad wolfy. . ."

Their attention returned to the movie, or half of it did at least. There was a tension in the air, mixed in with the scent of whisky and the growing aroma of feminine arousal. Sophie continued to grind her thighs together, her breathing coming a little heavy. The act was not lost on the two males, least of all Cain, who had an up close view of the large-breasted panda.

She shuffled closer still.

"Enjoying the movie, s-sweetie." she asked of her husband.

Noah nodded, the motion of his head very slight, "yeah, it's. . . it's kinda heating up, isn't it?"

"It is. . ." Sophie almost moaned, "I'm really enjoying it. It's soooo hot."

"Hot?"

"Hot enough that it's giving me ideas. . ."

"Oh?" Noah glanced back at her. She had now inched her way across the back seat, her hip pressed up against Cain. Her legs, straddled either side of the transmission, were spread enough to give the coyote a delicious view up her skirt.

For a good while, he simply admired the enticing spectacle presented between the panda's thighs, though the fact that his wife was in such close proximity to his friend was playing havoc with his mental state. All manner of emotions and thoughts swirled about, though he said nothing.

Sophie, however, did.

"Sweetie, I know it might be a bit much," she said, her voice low and sultry, "but. . . I'm just going to try something on for size, see if we all. . . enjoy it a bit."

"What do you mean?" his eyes met his wife's, and for the briefest of moments, he saw a flash of cunning. A smirk spread across her face.

"Just watch. . ."

Her delicate paw, up to this point resting atop her knee, snaked up and behind Cain's neck, pulling his head down towards her, slowly and surely, and very, very deliberately. Cain offered no resistance, eagerly submitting himself to the invitation. Sophie's soft lips touched his cheek, leaving the slightest mark of lipstick on his fur with the most imperceptible peck. Another glance at her husband, another smile, and she moved in again. This time, she pressed her muzzle directly to Cain's, firmly kissing the large wolf. His paws, practically the size of her head, moved to caress her cheek, blocking the passionate contact from the view of the coyote. The wet sounds, though, along with the occasional gasp and moan, told him that their tongues were thoroughly invading each other's muzzles, embroiled in a twisting, writhing dance.

Noah didn't know how long it lasted, it ended as calmly as it had begun, he having spent the entire time silent, enraptured by the erotic scene unfolding before him.

Sophie giggled, returning her paws to her laps.

"Very nice, Cain, you're pretty good at that. You alright there, sweetie?"

Noah gulped, then nodded again.

"Awww, that's my little 'yotey. I'm feeling a bit more. . . worked up now. Like, really worked up."

She again mashed her thighs together, eyes closed and mouth hanging ever so slightly open. Both pairs of male eyes were firmly fixed upon her, the movie now completely forgotten. Noah and Cain locked their own gaze together for a moment, the silent challenge almost a physical thing hanging in the air.

Cain flashed his fangs, white and pointed. He was confident.

Noah felt the heat rising to his cheeks again. His breathing quickened. With a sigh of resignation, he turned back around, facing forward, though keeping close watch in the rear-view mirror.

The wolf seized upon the small victory.

"Soph," he said, patting his lap, "why don't you stretch your legs out, you look a little flustered."

"Y-yeah," she whispered, "I think I'll do that. . ."

Noah's eyes darted between the screen and the rear-view mirror. His wife's slender legs arced up, her shoes kicked off and the foot of one sliding sensually over the calf of the other. Her skirt fell just a little, almost to her crotch. Slowly, she placed one leg, then the other into Cain's lap, her feet rubbing at his thighs gently. Instantly the wolf's paws were on her, caressing her soft, snow-white fur, rubbing up to the knee, though not going higher. Not yet.

"That feels really nice, Cain. . ."

Noah felt a little tight in his chest, his heart pounded, blood rushing through his veins. He was, if he could even believe it himself, excited. After what he had just seen, and increasingly fearful of the direction their evening was taking, he was, above everything else. . . horny.

"Uh, what do you guys think of the movie?" he half-heartedly asked, as much to calm his own nerves as anything else.

"I think Sophie's got other things on her mind, buddy." Cain responded.

"Uh, yeah," Sophie's voice was heated, "it was getting pretty good for a bit there. .. . and. . ."

She pressed her foot into Cain's crotch, her toes flexing over his bulge.

". . . I think the girl has it pretty good. . . I'm jealous."

The large lupine continued talking as Noah's wife massaged his rapidly growing member with her paw pads, "what about you, Noah? Are you jealous too?"

"I. . . n-no, why would I be?"

"Oh, well in that case. . ."

In a brazen, lurid display, in full view of his friend, Cain's paw again found Sophie's leg, running up to her knee. He paused to trace out a few circles before continuing, pushing his paw along her soft, creamy thighs, upwards and inwards.

Moving closer.

There was only the faintest hint of reluctance from the female panda, though that immediately evaporated as her legs parted by a few inches. Cain slid up and under her skirt, past the top of her stockings, now directly contacting her silky smooth fur. Further and further he reached, slowly but surely defiling the pliable, willing female.

"N-noah. . ." she panted, eyes now closed, "you should. . . ah. . . probably t-tell him to stop, sweetie."

"I. . . should. . ."

Cain leaned over, his paw coming to a halt tantalisingly close to her crotch, her skirt now bunching up around his wrist.

"Don't worry about what he says," the wolf spoke, eyes eating up the writhing body under him, "tell me what you want. You can say stop if you want."

He squeezed, and leaned a little closer.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N. . .n. . ."

"Hmmm, make sure you say it loud enough for Noah to hear."

"No," she moaned, her heated voice clearly audible to the coyote, "don't stop, please. . ."

Cain again turned to his friend. The coyote was bolt upright in the driver's chair, intently focused on the enticing, adulterous display before him. He'd never seen his wife look so. . . sexual. So vulnerable, but so amazingly seductive and amorous. Their own sex life was certainly pleasant, and they both seemed satisfied by the other, but this was a step past that. She was melting under the lightest of touches from the larger male, practically begging him, seemingly willing to do anything.

And, he was getting hard.

"You heard her, buddy," Cain said, his muzzle still curled into a grin, "wouldn't want to disappoint a lady now, would I?"

He didn't wait for a response. Or permission. He once more cast his eyes across his friend's wife, submitting herself to his touch.

Again he spoke to her, his voice dripping with desire, "show me your panties, little panda."

"O-okay. . ."

Sophie shifted her rump half a foot closer to Cain, her legs sliding over his lap as they spread further. With her skirt now hiked up around her hips, she was left shamelessly exposed. Spread eagled, the thin strip of black cloth covering her crotch was barely sufficient, the outline of her sex prominently present against the tight, slightly damp fabric. Just a regular pair, not a thong or anything suggestive like that, but given that it was a size of two too small for her full, shapely hips, almost nothing was left to the imagination. She humped her hips up, thrusting them in the direction of the wolf, offering her most precious place to him without a second thought.

"Do you like them, wolfy?" she asked, trailing a finger up her belly, across her oversized breasts and to her lips, where she bit down on it, "I put them on for Noah, but I think it's fair that you get to see as well."

Cain was almost panting, "they're really, really sexy, Soph."

"I'm glad you think so. I have . . a few other pairs too. Pink ones."

The wolf started moving his paw again, rubbing just instead her thigh.

"I do like the sound of that," he said, running his fingers up and over her hips, "but I prefer black. Maybe I could take you shopping and buy you a few pairs. How about it?"

He tugged on the elastic, letting it snap back against her fur.

Sophie turned to face her husband, cute features now awash with red hot desire, "do you think that would be okay, sweetie? Cain said he'd take me on a shopping spree for some sexy panties! I think it would be fun. Of course, if he's buying them, I'd have to give him a bit of a show, he'd need to see me in them to know they looked good."

Noah's paw was in his lap. He was fully and noticeably hard by now, and he found his fingers involuntarily probing at his length, as uncomfortably tight as it was against his jeans.

"Uh, yeah. . " he stammered, "I think that would be. . . pretty cool of him."

"Can I show him a bit more, sweetie?"

"Y-yes."

"Cain. Big bad wolf," she cooed, "would you like to see a little more? Would you like your little panda to be bad?"

The lupine's eyes narrowed, fixated between Sophie's thighs.

"I would," he said, "show me."

"Ooooohhhh, I did say I'd show you how trimmed I was. . ."

Her own tiny paw hooked under the fabric of her panties, directly over her heated sex. For a single, titillating moment, she hung her paw there, tugging ever so slightly, though doing nothing to give the wolf the view he so longed for. Her eyes drifted between the two males, her smile now far broader as she eagerly soaked up the attention.

". . . so here you go."

Sophie peeled the crotch of her panties back, pulling the soaked material all the way to the side. Laying on her back, legs up on Cain's lap and knees spread, she gave the enthralled male a completely unobstructed and utterly obscene view of her wet, spread cunt. She let out a long, shuddering sigh, her free paw snacking down, fingers teasing across her petals and spreading them just that little bit more. Clit, slit and warm, welcoming love tunnel were all there for Cain to admire, though not visible from the front seat, not to Noah. True to her word, she was neatly trimmed, fur fresh and short, putting absolutely everything on display for her audience.

"Oh fuck, Soph. . ." Cain practically moaned, "goddamn you're hot!"

"Am I? Sweetie, Cain thinks I'm really hot!"

Noah could hardly speak. His heart was pounding. This was so far removed from how he'd think an evening with his friend would turn out. A drink, a movie and a bit of fun, but this? Not this.

"Um. . ." he finally found his voice, "do you think. . ."

His wife cut him off, "don't worry so much! Cain can take care of me. Just watch the movie and tell me how it is."

"Oh. . . okay." Noah replied, turning back to the screen, the plot now having progressed to the point of being a mystery to the three furs.

His eyes, however, remained fixed on the events unfolding not three feet behind him, on the back seat of their SUV. Their SUV. Something they had purchased together, husband and wife.

"Hey buddy," Cain interrupted the moment, "your wife smells really, really good. I think I need to get a feel for her though. That sound okay?"

"I. . ."

As before, there was no hesitation from the wolf. What should have been further reluctance from his friend's wife never materialised, not this time. In truth, it had disappeared the instant she had first felt his touch upon her fur. A searing, hot fire burning between her legs, her cunt begging and yearning for attention, drove all notion of what might be proper from her mind. Here she was, showing her most intimate place to a male other than the one she had wed three years prior, though with him right there, watching it all, stunned and helpless.

That same light touch, having only been brushed across her legs, up her thighs, now crossed that final barrier, descending from the heated and flirtatious into the downright taboo. Sophie gasped, eyes slamming shut as Cain pressed a single finger to her snatch, lingering briefly before running the digit up and through her slit, circling her clit a few times before slipping back through her damp folds and seeking out her entrance. Joined by a second, he pushed past her walls, slipping both fingers into her sex. First one knuckle, then the next, until his palm came to rest between her legs.

And then he curled them upwards.

"OH! OH!" CAIN!" Sophie barked, "Noah. . . sweetie, his f-fingers . . they're so strong. They feel. . .mmmm. . . they feel so good!"

Cain started to move his paw back and forth, in and out, pleasuring the small panda, watching her tits bounce.

"Tell him again, Soph. Tell Noah how good it is."

"It's amazing!"

"Say you love it."

"I love this! Oh fuck! MORE!"

The wet sound of his wife's pussy being furiously finger fucked by the wolf filled Noah's ears. A damp patch emerged in his lap, the result of the pre his own tip had been leaking. Unable to suffer the confinement of his jeans any longer, he unbuckled them and slid them half way down his thighs, freeing his cock.

"More, wolfy!"

The wolf withdrew his paw, leaving a slick trail of Sophie's juices across the rear seat of the SUV.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, your husband is right there. I don't think he'd approve."

Sophie was up in a flash. She pounced, slamming her tits into the wolf's flank and hugging herself tightly about him. Her expression one of pleading, she looked up into his striking yellow eyes with her own brilliant blue orbs.

"It's okay, he'll understand!" she said, "I want more."

Cain's paw found her rump, "going to earn it?"

"Yes!"

The unspoken offer was willingly accepted. Sophie's paws worked at Cain's belt, frantically uncliping it before roughly shoving his chinos down his well muscled legs. His wolfhood, already rock hard from the ministrations delivered by the panda girl's dainty little feet, sprung free, boxer shorts completely failing to contain it.

"Wow! Wolfy, you've been hiding this from me all this time!"

Her fingers wrapped about his length, half way up, and squeezed gently. He was large. Her husband was a good six, six-and-a-half inches. Not huge, but not small, and enough to keep them both happy in the bedroom. What she held in her hand now was likely some nine inches long, perhaps more, and with enough girth that holding it with a single paw was almost too much. Without thinking, her mind, body and of course, libido fixated on the male organ pulsating right in front of her, she slowly stroked him up and down. After a few long and sensual pumps of his flesh, she turned to lock her eyes with her husband's through the rear-view mirror.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, eyes wide and full of wild, raw lust, "but I really need this. He's just so. . . big! I haven't had anything like this before. It will be okay, I promise, just sit back and watch."

Without waiting for his response, or protest, the panda sunk her head, ravenously devouring the wolfcock in front of her with a hunger Noah had never seen her display. Her lips wrapped about the tip, sucking hard and plunging down, taking in his entire length in a single motion. Cain reached down, pulling her hair back and out of the way, affording the coyote a clear view as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. Greedily slurping, her tongue worked over him, teasing at his tip when she pulled back, working over his knot when she pushed down to his crotch.

"Ooooh yeah. . ." Cain was smiling broadly, his loins in a wet, warm heaven, "your wife is really good at this, buddy. You should have shared sooner! OH DAMN!"

She sped up, one of her paws grasped about his knot as she worked her heart out to suck him dry, the other now firmly jammed between her legs, fingers working over her heated sex.

Noah finally submitted to the maddening urge building inside, a small pang of shame and jealousy shooting through him as he started to stroke himself to the sight. He couldn't look away, and he didn't truly know if he wanted this to stop, or keep going. Though, it would be fair to say that he wasn't about to intervene. He was rock hard, harder than he had ever been before. This was. . . fantastic.

"Sophie!"

The wolf was clearly already worked up to the point of release, courtesy of a crude but enthusiastic footjob, and followed by an utterly divine and lavishing blowjob.

"SOPHIE!"

He bared his fangs and growled. His body tensed.

The paw atop her head pushed down, forcing her to take half of his engorged knot into her muzzle.

Sophie sucking and tongue action abruptly stopped and became an obvious swallowing motion. The wolf blew, spending his seed and sending it down her throat, spurt after spurt, a gush of thick, white lupine cream. The panda greedily gulped it down, not wasting a single drop, not allowing even a single speck to leak from between her lips. Her head buried in his lap, she kept going, sucking and swallowing, until he was spent.

Only, he wasn't. Not by a long shot.

Pulling her head up, she grinned savagely at Noah before planting another kiss on Cain's muzzle, fingers gently tracing a pattern through the fur covering his well toned stomach.

"You taste really good, wolfy."

"I bet you taste better."

She flicked his nose, "maybe some other time, when Noah isn't watching, can't make him too jealous now, can we?"

Cain scoffed, "oh, I think we can, little panda. How dirty do you want to be?"

"Really dirty for you, wolfy."

"Dirtier than you'd be for him?"

"Much more, so much more!"

This time, he kicked his legs out, spreading his own thighs and thrusting his still erect, still hard cock right up, showing off his impressive maleness to the small coyote.

"Hey buddy," he smirked, "what's the kinkiest thing you two have done? Doggy style?"

"Um. . . yeah, h-how did you know?" Noah was sweating, stammering, his paw still wrapped about his own shaft.

"Lucky guess. She's got a killer ass, I figured you'd probably want a run at iit, right?"

"Oh, uh, well. . . we've never done that before."

Cain raised an eyebrow, his paw still working at Sophie's rump as she purred in his lap.

"Never?" he said, "with an ass like this? Not once? Damn. . ."

To illustrate his point, he squeezed the panda's cheeks firmly, one after the other and pulling each apart. Laying as she was, Noah was affording a striking view, her short, fluffy tail nicely framed by the black panties and thick, full hips.

It was his own fingers this time that found the fabric of her undergarment. Leaving the suggestive skirt in place, he slowly pushed her panties down, first over her thighs, then to her knees. Obliging the violation of her modesty, Sophie pulled each leg up to her chest, allowing the wolf to completely slip them off until he clenched them in his paw.

He raised them to his muzzle and took a deep breath in, nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent.

"She smells amazing. Here you go."

Casually, he tossed the now useless underwear forward, landing it atop the automatic shifter immediately to the right of Noah. Gingerly, the coyote reached out, fetching his wife's discarded panties and clutching them to his chest, feeling his heart pounding as fast as it ever had.

"Climb up here, Soph." Cain commanded.

She didn't need encouragement. Not at all. Propping herself on her forearms, she gave Cain's tip a quick kiss before hauling herself up, facing forward with her knees coming to rest either side of his lap. Her skirt fell back into place to cover her cunt and ass, now positioned directly above his throbbing meat.

"Got any ideas, wolfy?" she asked, reaching behind and running a paw through his head fur.

"I do," he replied, sliding his arms around her torso and taking each of her large, firm breasts into his paws, "why don't you make yourself comfortable there? Don't let him see just yet."

"Oh, dirty!" she giggled.

"Sit down."

Her shame somewhat covered, Sophie paused for the briefest of moments, her hips gently swaying back and forth. With a kiss blown to her husband, she lowered herself down, the skirt obscuring whatever was taking place. Cain's member disappeared beneath the fabric, and it seemed for a second that nothing untoward was happening.

The panda's face, however, suddenly contorted, a brief flash of pain instantly replaced by an expression of overwhelming bliss. Again, she bit at her lip, groaning as she worked herself further and further down, with the large male wolf working his paws across her tits the whole time. Eventually she came to a stop, her rump now nestled snugly in Cain's lap, though still hidden beneath her skirt.

"Oh fuck," she mouthed, almost silent, "he's huge, s-sweetie. . ."

Noah was well and truly working over his own shaft by this point, paw running up and down his length.

"H-how big, babe?"

"Ohhhh, way bigger than you, and. . . and I haven't felt this before, nothing like this.. . "

"Babe, c-can I see?"

Cain redoubled his efforts in kneading and groping Sophie's breasts, every motion of his paw bringing a gasp from the petite female. His hips rocked ever so slightly, meeting the pandas' own gyrations. It wasn't quite outright fucking, but it was a bit too much to be simple, casual contact.

"Should we show him?" he asked, giving her rounded ears a quick bite.

"Y-yes," Sophie responded, her mind rapidly fogging over, "show him what he's. . .what he's missing out on."

"Make sure you spread nice and wide for him, I want your husband to see everything."

"Ah. . . ah. . . yeah!"

She did as instructed, leaning back into the wolf's chest and spreading her thighs even further, legs now hooked outside of Cain's. Her skirt, though, remained in place, giving the coyote a view of her thighs, the seductive and sensual stockings, but covering her most precious place, along with whatever lewd acts were taking place.

Though, not for much longer.

Cain reached down, grasping the hem of Sophie's skirt and drawing it upwards in a single motion. Panties already discarded, now held firmly in Noah's free paw, the view was as clear as day.

His heart skipped about three beats.

He had expected to see his friend's nine inch cock slammed into his wife's sex, but instead her petals were again splayed out before him, wide and inviting, and dripping wet. Cain's member, though, had sunk down between her cheeks and touched her tailhole, pressing inwards, driving deeply until she was completely filled in that most obscene and taboo of places. Content to leave it in place, the pair of furs had simple ground back and forth against each other, the wolf relishing the tightness of her ass, and the panda awash with a pleasure that Noah had never brought her.

"Sweetie, s-see. . ." she stammered, "look how wet I am. . ."

She was. Soaked. Drenched. The smell was almost overpowering. Horniness and sheer, single minded drive and desire had her fingers shooting down to again administer a frantic bout of self-pleasure, plunging into her pussy, finger fucking herself madly in an attempt to heighten her exctasy.

"You snooze, you lose, buddy," Cain growled, "I guess this is all for me. Maybe she was waiting this whole time for a proper male to take her."

Tears were running down Sophie's cheeks, "yes! I was!"

"Tell him that I'm yours, little panda."

She continued to masturbate openly, the possibility that they may be seen not even entering her mind.

"Sweetie," Sophie said, opening her eyes just enough to see her husband's pained expression through the rear view mirror, "I'm with Cain for tonight, he's going to have me."

"Tell him what I get."

"Oh. . . oh fuck. . . I'm going to give him my pussy! I really want to, I really want to feel him fill me!"

"Then give it to me!"

With a heave, he removed her from his lap, his still hard cock slipping from her well stretched tailhole. She would have collapsed, were it not for Cain roughly grasping her into a crushing embrace, pushing her onto her back and positioning himself over her.

Noah's paw was a blur. Jealously, anger, along with thundering excitement and extreme, mind-bending arousal all swum about in his head. His petite little wife, the one who he had made vows to some three years prior, had turned into a brazen, wanton slut over the course of thirty minutes. Laid out, legs spread and paws still furiously working at her begging, aching cunt, she was practically glowing with sensual, sexual energy, oblivious to anything but a certain large male wolf about to claim her as his own.

And claim her, he did.

She was beyond eager, the fire in her loins yearning for the release that only a nine inch lupine cock and knot could bring. The panda tore her paw from her snatch, a splash of juices depositing themselves across Cain's chest in the process. She grasped at her ankles, pulling her legs up towards her head, opening herself further, inviting the incoming violation of her womanhood.

Cain moved forward, his well-muscled frame somewhat awkward in the confined space of the SUV. Red wolf tip pressed itself to pink panda cunt lips, and remained there, teasing at her, driving her wild. His paws slammed down either side of her head, their gazes now locked together. Both pairs of eyes, one blue, one yellow, had the fires of the deepest, most overriding lust burning in them. The male's legs pushed forward, driving her own further back. Noah had always preferred missionary, sometimes a little cowgirl or doggy when the two of them were feeling especially naughty. This, though, this was a total domination, a complete and all encompassing submission by the small female panda. With nothing left to cover her snatch, not legs, not arms or paws, Cain pressed down, slowly and powerfully, sinking his shaft past her lips, inch by tight inch, all the way down.

"Oh god. . . oh fuck. . . that's. . . SO GOOD!" Sophie was screaming by this point.

"Tell Noah how much you like it," Cain said, finally bottoming out and holding himself in place, his woflcock now completely embedded in her pussy.

"It's amazing, s-sweetie, it's incredible! He's huge! I can't feel anything else. . . I'm . . . I'm going c-crazy here!"

"Want more?"

"YES!"

He pulled back as slowly as he had pressed down on her, leaving his tip to slip through her folds before thrusting his hips downward again, sinking into her depths a second time.

"YES!"

His knot pressed to her crotch.

"It. . . it'll f-fit!"

That was the last coherent word from her mouth. The sight alone, the visual display of his wife's perfect, delicate little cunt being so roughly and thoroughly defiled, would have sent Noah over the edge. He had long since resigned himself to the events playing out before him. The knowledge that she was experiencing something he could not provide was brutally gnawing at him, sure to spring up time and time again after the fact, though so overwhelmingly shut down by how horny he was in the moment. He felt his own seed coat his paw as he reached a shameful climax, groaning and mouthing Sophie's name as she all but forgot who he even was.

Cain just kept going.

"P-pound her!" the coyote finally spoke, urging his friend on, wanting to see the both of them reach their peaks.

Cain shot a look over his shoulder, face wild and savage, "careful what you wish for, or I'll end up making her cum more than once tonight!"

She was already cumming. Screaming and howling as Cain slammed his hips into her, driving his cock into her depths, her climax washed over her like a rolling tide. Her legs tensed, twitching and spasming, though held in place by the weight of her lover. Juices gushed from her tightly stretched cunt, spurting from her opening as her intimate flesh was punished and abused by the wolf's oversized organ.

". . . c-cumming. . . so. . . HARD!"

Noah was lost in a lustful haze of his own making, the spent remains of his climax messily cast upon his jeans. The SUV was rocking back and forth, the pair of mammals in the back unwilling to stop their copulation. The wolf pushed through, fucking the almost limp female into pleasurable oblivion as his own orgasm hit him. Mixing in with her second, he let out a howl, clear and loud.

"H-here it is! T-take it!"

Already filled to the limit, the stretch of her cunt lips alone enough to cascade more pleasure through her nervous system than she had ever felt before, panda and wolf reached their second, higher peak together. His thick, red knot rammed its way past her labia and into her love tunnel. Thick, white seed spilled out, running down Sophie's round, shapely ass and soaking into her practically discarded skirt. Cain drove forward again, spreading his essence deep inside her, hitting her most sensitive spots.

Slowly, his thrusts died down, though he kept his rock hard member firmly embedded in the female, knot swollen, tying the two together.

Sophie couldn't speak.

Cain could.

"Damn, Noah," he said, slowly pulling back to admire his handiwork, "she's so damn tight. I've gotta have this more often."

"Well, I'm not sure. . . about that," Noah finally found it in him to respond.

"Come on, buddy, I don't think she's going to say no."

The coyote finally cast his eyes away from the rear view mirror, unable to see his wife laid out like some cheap whore, thoroughly and completely satisfied by the insane ravishing she had received .

"N-no, I don't think she will."

"Then it's easy! Soph, you still with us?"

A slow, low and sensual moan came from the limp form of the panda girl, "hmmmm, I am. That was wonderful, wolfy. Amazing. Come and visit any time. I'll let you know when Noah is at work."

"See?"

She reached out and across the centre console, closing her paw about Noah's.

"Sweetie?" she started, eyes again full of innocence.

"Yes, babe?"

A gentle squeeze.

"Do you think you could go and get me another drink," she continued, "I spilled mine."

"Sure, babe."

Noah exited the SUV into the cool night air, the stench of sex following him. Taking care to zip himself up, he made for the concession stand, though not before overhearing his wife and friend talk once more.

"What about me?" said Cain.

"You," came her reply, "have a pussy to keep pounding!"