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Jaali shivered and remained where he was kneeling along the stone floor, the warmth of the day filtering in through the parted curtains and glaring across his bare fur. She kept him here since she knew what it did to him: claws gripping pointlessly at the floor, tail lashing behind him, the lion was kept constantly aware of her judging eyes on his nude form, willing himself to tamp down his eagerness and arousal yet finding the scrutiny to do the exact opposite. Each time he risked a glance up, every time he caught a glimpse of the permanent smirk on her short muzzle, he felt his heart leap into his throat, straightened his back, and looked back down again. He wasn't in any position to look her in the eyes, of course.

For anyone else, earning an audience such as this could be perceived as an honor - and really, it was. But she didn't do this for him. Not in the slightest: she enjoyed the way he squirmed and shifted under her gaze, and liked knowing his discomfort here before her, knowing that she too lounged back with her fur bared to the sun. Countless others in the city might literally kill to earn this spot, and yet all Jaali could think about was how embarrassing it was, with him kneeling here, receiving neither touch nor address yet still twitching, throbbing, eager... he licked his lips, swallowed, and then shivered at the taste that rolled back into his throat. Soft and faintly floral, touch of rare soap and rarer perfume, laying lightly over a natural feline musk further girded by the distinct sour bitterness of sweat.

Something brushed against the lion supplicant's muzzle, turning his face slowly to the side. Not a finger, though it still had the pad and claw. The scent swirled back into his awareness as well, with a small streak of his own saliva left along the underside of that pad smearing over his fur.

"You may continue," she purred, and spread her toes there over the lion's nose. He swallowed again, glanced up towards her muzzle, stopped just short of her face again, then nodded and wet his lips.

"Yes, my Queen," Jaali rumbled, breath fogging warm and heavy over and around those spread toes. He throbbed again just from breathing in her scent, high and sharp and invigorating and, with his paws still braced against the floor, leaned in to trail his sensitive lips down over one of those protruding claws. As a caracal the Queen had retractable claws yet her posture here, leaning back with one footpaw stretched forward and the other reaching down, naturally pushed those carefully maintained claws out of their little slits.

That was another's duty, cleaning and maintaining the claws, keeping them sharp and shining and clean. Jaali let his tongue drag up beneath the point of one, deeply enjoying the way it left a tingling line over the surface, before he turned his head, slid his lips in around the black fur of one of her toes, and drew it into his muzzle. That black was one of his favorite parts, truthfully, as well as the part of her that he had seen the most: smooth, soft brownish-black like rich dark chocolate drizzled over the cinnamon tone of the rest of her fur, footpaw to calf to thigh and beyond. He was one of the few allowed to see where that cinnamon then turned to soft cream as well, in along the insides of her thighs and her lower belly, stretching up over her slim chest to breasts, a bit smaller than some he had seen, firm, perky - and just as delicious as the toes he rolled back and forth between his lips, one at a time.

She let out a low sigh of contentment and dropped her other footpaw further, bracing the underside of the first against his chin and briefly popping her toes free. Jaali straightened up and spread his legs, though by now knew better than to expect or request anything more than the honor of tasting her like this. She rolled her head from one side to the other, flicked her tongue out over her lips, and then adjusted her posture, putting her weight on her other side so her footpaws could swap positions: Jaali swallowed again, tasted her, and leaned in with lips parted and tongue out, and then jumped when those freshly saliva-slickened pads pressed down along the sides of his hard shaft and squeezing in along the soft barbs there.

"You know your place," the Queen murmured, one paw playing at her lips. She turned her head to the side again and spread her toes against Jaali's muzzle; he remained in place, swallowed yet again, then slid his tongue in between two, then over and around towards the next pair, and then the next again. "And you enjoy it. I like that."

He couldn't help but grind up against her other footpaw where it was, toes squeezing and stroking at the base and middle of his length and her pawpad pressing in against his shaft, heel dangerously close to his balls where they rested against the stone floor. A little bit of pressure, a small squeeze and turn, and he jerked in place - and had to run his lips in between his teeth so as not to bite at her toes. The Queen liked a slow, gentle grazing of fangs over the top and sides of those chocolate-colored toes, just enough to make her breathe in through her teeth and give a few small, little kicks.

Jaali made his way back up the line towards the first, and there wrapped his lips around it and slid down, until his nose brushed in against the top side of her footpaw. Still she worked and squeezed her other against his shaft, pressing down with her heel between his balls and at the base of his shaft; he squeezed his eyes shut, sucked and swallowed around that toe, let out a repeated breathy sigh through her short, soft fur - and then scraped his own claws along the stone floor, jerked, bucked, and grunted, all of that arousal and eagerness roping up into the air before his chest and streaking down over her lowered footpaw and leg.

The lion kept his eyes closed as he breathed unsteadily through his nose, for a moment fearing the Queen's response and reaction. Still he shivered and shook with that peaked pleasure, though, while she sat still; after a moment she slid her toes away from his shaft, again making him twitch and buck, and added a little more pressure down between his legs before adjusting again. That one toe popped free from his mouth, but before he could offer an apology, the underside of the other came to rest along his muzzle, toes curling down over his forehead - and leaving a thick, hanging drip of his own pleasure to roll down his cheek.

"Perhaps," she rumbled," you enjoy it a little _too_much. We're not done here. Clean me up and get back to work."

Daet Wolfuar

Hal couldn't bring himself to look away. That was one big problem of being in his position, literally ­and mentally: the huge taur across from him, sprawled sideways across the recently-cut grass of the backyard, lay comfortably with his lower body facing the lawn table and his upper angled away to watch the clouds as they passed by. This gave the slim, spindly maned wolf ample opportunity as well as the proper angle to get the eyeful that he had thought about so thoroughly since the last time he had invited his friend over.

He and Raka here had known each other for years, Hal captivated by the appearance of the taur, the uniqueness of his body and personality, how he went about his daily life with it presenting barely an issue, and then with his sheer size - and of course, with his size. Naturally it was difficult for someone like him to find clothing that both fit and was affordable, and even then it more often than not was just unreasonable to wear. So, quite early on in their friendship, the younger Hal had offered up his own house as a place of comfort and refuge, and since then found himself treated almost weekly to a full view of the huge taur's underside, thick fur bared to the sky overhead.

It had begun innocently enough, meeting at a shared class in college and chatting, getting to know each other, Raka sitting off to the side of the lecture hall where there was room for him and the much smaller Hal moving over to sit near him. 'Smaller' here was, of course, relative: as a maned wolf he already stood head and shoulders above many of his friends and partners, and throughout high school and college he had ended up roped into relationships with smaller, more energetic boys eyeing him for his physical size, imagining that he might toss them around and bend them over, using that superior height to his advantage in having their way with him as they wanted, and as they, of course, expected him to want.

And he went with it. Hal leaned forward to pick up his water bottle and take a sip, glancing away as the taur's front half turned back to the little table spread out between them. A little shift in his posture and stretch of his hind legs sent a heavy jiggle down through what he had on display there, thick black fur tufting up and shifting as his massive balls readjusted in the warmth of the day, plump sheath settling in against his belly. All of those times before Hal had gone with his partner's preference since he liked seeing them happy, enjoyed it when they enjoyed themselves, but...

Just once. Just once, Hal wanted to be the smaller one. Never had he met someone who might be able to satisfy that - until he and Raka grew closer.

Across from him the wolf-taur shifted, stretched his arms over his head, and then moved to stand up. Hal used the water bottle to hide him stealing another glance at that heavy weight underneath him, bouncing and jiggling a little more as his feral half stood up. A dire wolf and a taur meant that Hal, tall as he was, came about level only with the middle of his chest when standing upright - but sitting like this put him perfectly level with someone else on the taur's body.

The maned wolf swallowed again and looked up, having to crane his head back to meet Raka's green eyes. "What's up? Heading out already?"

"Yeah." Raka spoke in a low, gravelly voice, about as Hal had expected when he first saw him sitting across the lecture hall those years ago. "Things to do. Sorry to leave so quickly, but God, is it still nice to come over and relax."

Hal twisted around where he sat, partially so that his muzzle would no longer face the taur's hind legs and thus tempt him so. That part of their friendship had just sort of crept into the maned wolf's head one night some time back, growing in intensity and irresistibility as he tried to push it further and further away. Just - the idea of Raka here bearing down on him from above and behind, feeling the taur's massive lower belly and chest on his back, those huge balls against his rump... he didn't want to admit it, and also had never brought it up for his friend's sake, but on more than a few occasions the direwolf had shown a bit of pink when settling in here. Just his tip, the sleek tapered point of flesh where it broadened out towards his shaft... some time back Hal had purchased a toy in the shape of a paw and forearm, fingers bunched up to a point, wrist angled. The first half-foot or so of Raka's endowment seemed to be roughly the same size as that toy.

Just, stepped up a notch. Of course Hal could remember the first time he had taken that toy to the base, and the second, and the third, and when he had started imagining it to be Raka's length instead of someone's arm...

"Hey."

The taur stopped where he was, upper body leaning down so he could squeeze his way into the maned wolf's house through the sliding glass door. His tail swayed behind him, unabashedly giving Hal another unobstructed view of large puckered tailhole, skin wrinkling down into his hanging sack below. "Yeah?"

Heart pounding in his throat, Hal stood up, brushed himself off, swallowed... he had been trying to build up the confidence since the direwolf had first arrived an hour ago, and then all through last time, and the time before that...

"Sorry if this is... too far, or anything, but I was, um..." Hal trailed off as Raka turned to halfway face him, yet again showing the heavy end of his sheath hanging down between his hind legs. "Wondering if, before you go, if we could... I don't know..." Again he couldn't help but look there at that dangling sheath, so plump, so heavy. He had yet to touch it himself but already knew he would need to cup it in both paws, and he could likely fit his entire muzzle into the sleek, wet lips at the end, and-

The taur shook in a half-suppressed laugh. "Wanna see how well that cute face of yours fits between my hind legs?"

Hal froze. Slick, wet pink protruded from the end of that dark-furred sheath, he noticed. "You..."

"I'll be honest, Hal..." Raka took a half-step forward and spread his hind legs, lowering himself closer to the ground. Again he jiggled side to side. "When you first extended your offer to me about coming over to relax, I thought that's what you had in mind. When I was undressing that first time, I expected to turn around to see you naked, too. Not that I'm disappointed, but I'm just surprised it took this long."

"Yeah, but..." Relief came and went, and his pants suddenly felt a lot tighter. "You have to go, and-"

"And that can wait for a while." The taur shook his lower body. "I can't wait any longer, though. Want me standing up, or lying on my side?"

Again Hal swallowed. He had always imagined...

"On your side."

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Ruari

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"So how was that one?"

Outside the car the lush, rolling hills of the valley flowed on by, patterned in endless rows upon rows of vineyards disappearing into the distance. Shekh kept two of the windows open, allowing the pleasant early afternoon air to flow in, twirl around the car, and then slip right back out, the striped hyena's mane fluttering in the breeze as he went. So far it had been quite a nice day, starting with a lazy late morning rise to an breakfast, to - he looked over to the other hyena in the passenger's seat beside him, facing out the window with her sharp black and white fur stirring - a tasty snack. Today had been deliberately set aside for a tour of some of the wineries in the area, both in the interest of finding a new favorite as well as just exploring the surroundings.

"Pretty good, I think." Ruari turned her head to return his look, a pleased smile on her face as bright as the piercings studding her lips, her nose, brows, both ears up and down and alongside... and a few other places, Shekh knew from experience. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, and in that quick second he caught another flash of cool silver. "Not as tasty as the other one. A bit drier, a little higher..."

"Ooh. Yeah." The male hyena, more chocolate and mocha than Ruari's cookies and cream, turned back to the road. "I know I've brought it up before, but so far the only one I've liked was that first moscato - the one that-"

Ruari readjusted in her seat, then did so again a moment later. "The sparkling one?"

"That's the one. Hey, you good over there? Need me to roll the windows up?" He glanced to his side again. "I know you worked hard on that hair this morning."

"Nah. The tussled, windswept look is good on us hyenas."

"The straight-out-of-bed look."

"You sure try to keep me that way as much as you can." Out of the corner of his eye Shekh caught a wink from her.

"Hah."

The other hyena crossed and then re-crossed her legs again. "Actually. If it's not too much an issue, I would like for you to pull over."

"All good?"

"Yeah. It's just - our third winery today, sampling the full board, watering everything down in between with two glasses..."

Shekh immediately caught on, and admittedly, just the thought put a stir down in his abdomen. He breathed a little chuckle and pulled over when he could, off into a roadcut down in a dip between two sets of hills. A little patch of trees had grown in along the side, at once offering a pleasant spot of shade as well as blocking the little area from the rest of the road, another several rows of vines stretching on past.

Ruari sighed as the car came to a stop and undid the seatbelt. "Great," she said. "Thank you. Come help me out?"

That stirring expanded into a sizzling heat. Shekh glared. "What the hell would you need my-"

There was that smirk again, amber eyes catching and magnifying the light of the midafternoon sun. Sharp fangs glittered between pierced black-fleshed lips. "You know exactly what."

An adventurous paw during the tour, a sneaky nip on the shoulder, the ear, the neck when everyone else had turned away, a sly wipe of the suspiciously damp finger beneath his nose when she left the bathroom once... Shekh swallowed, nodded, and then was out of the car behind her, Ruari making her way over to where one of the trees stood there. At an angle, Shekh noticed, so that the attentive driver up on the road might be able to see...

"Come on," she said, already starting in at the fly of her pants. "I need somewhere to aim."

It was a bit embarrassing, but there was nothing Shekh could do about it. On his way down, a sheepish grin tossed Ruari's way, he unbuttoned and unzipped his own pants as well, just to lighten some of the pressure on his already twitching arousal, just the idea of it enough to get him there. Ruari certainly knew how to push his buttons, as the quick, breathless few minutes pinned to the wall on the way down the hall this morning had proven - and now the male hyena, dutifully on his knees, ran his eyes along the sharp stripes along the sides of her belly, following the tapered tips where they pointed. Six little pinpoints of warm, fresh pink skin visible amid the snowy fur there, another silver and greenstone piercing dangling off a chain from her belly button, and then the parted fly, the panties tugged down...

...and then, coming into view in the warm sunlight, she shook herself up and aimed her plump shaft down at the other's muzzle. Supple wrinkled foreskin slid easily back at a tug from her forefinger and thumb, the ridged overhang slipping back to show the smooth flesh of the head underneath - and as Shekh leaned in he could already pick up her scent as well, warm and deep, heavy, heady, faintly acrid. So similar to his own as he twitched inside his underwear, so different in so many ways. He leaned in, touched his lips to her revealed tip, nosed down along the backside of yet another piercing settled in through the back of her rim - and then jumped a bit as the rich, wet heat suddenly began flowing out against his muzzle.

Ruari tilted her head back as she drained herself against him, her stream quickly picking up in intensity. Shekh swallowed and leaned back, at once parting his lips and letting his tongue hang out to catch that taste in his mouth as he did to bear it in his shirt and fur. A familiar taste, certainly, and a scent as well ingrained in the back of his nose and throat as the rest of hers was; he closed his eyes and settled back against the tree while Ruari effectively painted him, rolling her slick skin the rest of the way back, tightening her stream, splashing across his shoulders, neck, chest, and then of course, down along his twitching arousal, tinting the fabric of his underwear a deeper color.

The humidity strengthened and squeezed in on him in the warmth of the day with her scent easily soaking into his fur. Shekh sighed, swallowed again, and then leaned in, this time wrapping his lips around the other hyena's tip and sliding down until he felt her foreskin stretch and slide along. His cheeks swelled with that hot, slightly-salty volume, filling his mouth and his senses until it started to trickle down out of the corners of his lips - and he swallowed once, twice, a third time, a fourth, and pulled back, keeping his lips tight to again slip her supple skin forward over her tip, so that she had to spray through her overhang and into his mouth.

"Haah..." she breathed as she trickled to a finish, accentuating it with a few gentle thrusts forward. Shekh swallowed yet again and brought a paw up, squeezing her foreskin in place so he could dig and swirl his tongue in underneath it. "That's more like it. I wanted to do that back at the last winery, but of course I couldn't've just dragged you into the women's room with me..." When she pulled out of Shekh's mouth with a gentle pop, she made sure to roll back again, shake herself off, and then wipe off on his already-wet muzzle. "So, my turn to ask - how's the wine?"

"How's the-" Shekh wiped his mouth off on the back of his paw, then glared up at her. Ruari just grinned. "God. Are you gonna make me taste the next one, too?"

"Once I'm done with it." She glanced up as a car passed by, and only afterwards tucked herself back into her pants and zipped up. "Wanna dry off a bit before we continue on?"

"Why bother? I'm just gonna get wet again anyway."

"Well, sure." She tossed her head and winked, the piercings in her ears jingling softly. "But it's still polite to ask."

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LomiDePuzlo

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Lomi sighed and rolled his head over to his other shoulder, eyes closed and chest heaving with those deep, unsteady breaths. Rhapsody remained between his spread legs, arm resting over one knee with her muzzle atop her paws while she watched. Her sensitive nose flared with so many familiar scents, from her own saliva slickened along his thighs, to the clinging scent of lube dripping from his paws, to his musk as it sparked and tingled - and then, something new that she hadn't picked up on him before.

"Haah..." The larger pika swallowed and shifted again, face briefly scrunching up and then relaxing. One paw clenched at the headboard of the bedframe above him with the other remained between his legs, heavy balls resting along the side while his angled fingers worked and pressed at the base of the toy nestled into place.

It was from there that Rhapsody could not remove her eyes. Today was her birthday, as she had made sure to remind him, and he had given her the gift that she had desired ever since the idea first entered her thoughts - and had allowed her a front row seat to the action as he used her toy on himself, his first time really ever doing something like this. Slow and careful, gentle and soft; Rhapsody had guided him with the start of it, walked him through the steps and the sensations, and now sat forward and watched as he slid deeper into the pleasure of it.

She licked her lips and swallowed, his scent on her nose. "Feeling good?"

At first Lomi didn't respond. He might not have even heard her, had one of his ears not flicked to show it. After a moment he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, it's... odd, and a little uncomfortable, but it's..."

"It's a lot better when you can regulate the pace yourself." Again she looked down, this time just in time to see his hard shaft twitch and bounce against his lower belly. A thick strand of pre hung between the back of his head and his fur there; Rhapsody shifted her posture, leaned in from the other direction, and rested her muzzle along his hip right there, close enough that her nose twitched and tickled with the heady scent. Lomi shifted as well and pressed the toy in a little deeper, then throbbed again - and in the space between, Rhapsody slid forward, broke that hanging sticky rope with her tongue, and then finally wrapped her lips around his tip.

That brought an immediate reaction out of the pika, making him arch his back and suck in a slow yet sharp sigh. Between his legs his paw and fingers shook and faltered, the smooth toy slipping the inch and a half or so back out into his paw. As Rhapsody dove slowly down on him though, one paw wrapped around his base and lips and tongue working as they always had, she could watch as he turned the toy a bit, lined it back up, and pressed it back in. This time he spread and lifted his legs up a bit and focused his fingers along the underside, angling it in and forward.

Another shuddering breath trickled out of his lips; Rhapsody, halfway down on his length, reached down and grazed her paw over his, more to feel and experience his pace and rhythm rather than guide it herself. When he pushed it in she did the same, and when his fingers relaxed to let his muscles naturally press it back out, she drew back and allowed it to happen. The longer she remained down here between his legs, nose coming close to his pubic fur and mouth and throat filling with his length, the more energetic and forceful the pika became, however.

Again Lomi rolled his head to his other shoulder, and when Rhapsody slid back and focused along the end of his cock, she saw that his eyes were closed, his mouth open, and his teeth gritted - and as she looked back down again she felt his lower body shaking and bouncing with the rhythm of his pleasure, toy pinned at an angle inside of him, fingers bouncing it forward and back, forward and back. He swallowed and shivered and sighed, and Rhapsody leaned down to lap and suckle at him yet again, the quicker, harder rhythm squeezing out little drips and globs of that slightly-salty stickiness onto her waiting tongue. Again she closed her eyes, swallowed, and slid down, wanting that taste and texture to fill her mouth-

"Ah - Rhap-"

But then that taste burst and flowed, and she felt her tongue sprayed with something else entirely. It started as a few short, quick dribbles, then quickly strengthened and grew into a full stream - high, heady, musky. The hare drew back, spluttering gently, and lifted up: Lomi's hips continued pulsing and working, toy buried deep inside of him with his fingers along its base, as its presence pressed and forced this sensation out of him, bladder emptying itself across his fur.

"Oh, God..." the pika breathed, his other paw going to his head. A blush warmed his cheeks and he glanced her way. She wiped at her mouth, using the opportunity to hide her satisfied smirk. "I'm sorry, I wasn't - ah... expecting this, to..."

Rhapsody shifted down again, the taste still floating around in her mouth. As he still emptied himself, his own mark trickling down across the fur of his belly and between his legs, she ran her nose and lips in against his balls and the base of his cock, that warmer, dryer scent mixing with his natural musk. His shaft throbbed against her nose, briefly sending the spray up across his chest.

She drew in another deep breath, loving that sharp scent, and dug her muzzle into place there. She could feel the stream as it pulsed through his length, and again reached down to press the toy deeper into him; the pika squirmed, gasped, and squeezed, at once cutting the stream off only for it to burst again a moment later.

"It happens sometimes," she purred. She slid her tongue out, drew it up between those balls, and then dragged towards his still-spraying tip. "Feels good though, doesn't it?"

"It - does..."

"We could make you do it on purpose sometime."

For a moment his eyes flashed between heavy lids. Lomi's shoulders bounced in a little chuckle.

"We could."