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"You don't think this is a bit much do you?" Shadi asked, frowning at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror across from their KingDouble XL bed. The short lioness spun once in the almost sheer green dress, looking herself up and down again with a frown at her reflection. It did nothing to hide the swell of her DD breasts and the thin lighter fur leading down to the neatly shaved slit of her sex between her legs. Hell, it was practically transparent. Nothing was left to the imagination, and Isiat was not about to complain.

"You do know we're on a nudist island, right? You won't be wearing it anyway." Her many-tailed vulpine husband chuckled from the side of the bed, laid out lazily as he looked out of the window. His black-furred, white-tipped tails beat a soft tempo against the blankets. Just off towards the north shore was a large, open-aired club. Bamboo walls surrounded it, but from their vantage on the 20th and top floor of the hotel in the penthouse suite, they didn't conceal much. It was more of a consideration to help keep the noise and light from the dancefloor milder for other guests enjoying the island.

"I know, but if I look sexy with it, I'll look sexy without it as well." She chimed in cleverly. Well, she'd hear no argument from him on that logic. She was short and curvy and with just the right amount of chubbiness in all the right places, with a beautiful pelt of coffee brown and chocolate spots and stripes on her arms and legs. Wide, child-bearing hips, slender waist, thick thighs and big tits. What red-blooded male would fault that? Certainly not him.

As far as Isiat was concerned, he'd damned well won the lottery when he got shot for the second time overseas. If he hadn't, he never would have been flown home, and certainly never taken a dumb bet to jump off of Vauxhall bridge into the river that would wind him up in Shadi's place of work overnight. A smirk crossed his muzzle, cocky and proud as his eyes roamed across Shadi's rump, her tail flicking as she examined herself from another angle.

Best 50 quid he'd ever won. He'd even given it back to Parker when they'd gotten married.

"Well, what about me?" Isiat asked, attempting to distract her as he looked down at himself. The salt and peppered grey furs that dotted his otherwise immaculate coat of a clear night black certainly made him feel a hell of a lot older than he was. Even the vivid, rose red that separated the white chest of his typical vulpine patterning seemed like it had darkened as of late.

"Please, you're a male. You can brush your sheathe neat and probably have people fawning over you. Plus, you're tall. You stand out in a crowd. Me? I have to find a stool to stand on!" She giggled at her own joke and with a swift flourish, tugged her dress up and over her head, tossing it to the bed beside her mate. It left her as bare as the day she was born, save for her forest green collar.

The short, tan feline now stood before the mirror, her long tail swishing back and forth as she gave her hips a little sway, letting her paws trail their way up her curves from her hips, shamelessly feeling herself up as she did. She even pressed her tits together between her paws, sticking her ass out with a naughty little wriggle his way.

"Yep, I look even sexier without it. You'll have to be my plus one, but it's okay. I've got good looks for both of us. I hear they won't let in any shaggy-looking mutt."

Isiat rolled his eyes and swatted her ass as she sauntered past him with a lazy and lavish sway to her step like she was playing it up as much as possible. Plus, she knew it was working. He was already half hard peeking from his sheathe as he stood to follow her.

"Keep that up, and this shaggy mutt is going to fuck you stupid in front of all of those nice people at the club..."

Shadi just purred sweetly as she slipped out of the doorway towards the elevators.

"I'm not sure if that's a threat or a promise, but I like it either way."

---

To Isiat's surprise, there was a queue to get into the place, though that likely came from the fact that their security team took these things seriously. It was possible to get kicked out for disorderly conduct from the club without being simply asked to cut your vacation short.

When they reached the front of the velvet rope line, the Tiger in a black t-shirt with 'SECURITY' emblazoned across the front and naught else below the waist looked them up and down appraisingly. Shadi giggled beside her mate as she gave the tiger an equally enthusiastic looking over, licking her lips with a purr at what she saw.

"I'm on duty little cat, it's all eye candy." He rumbled with an amused laugh. "Names and room numbers for you two?"

"Isiat and Shadi Carcer. Twenty-oh-one." Isiat spoke for both of them, Shadi clinging to his arm by his side with one of his tails draped over her shoulders like a scarf. Its tip tickled her nose with a playful little wriggle. She sneezed cutely.

"Penthouse?" He gave a low whistle, impressed, but quickly caught on to their confused expressions.

"First time right? The room comes with VIP status. Just come to the front next time, yeah? You're both fast-tracked for anything with a wait. Here, smile for the camera." He reached to his side and picked up a tablet, pointing the camera at them. The shutter clicked twice as their faces were compared to the IDs they'd submitted when they'd booked the trip. The whole process took seconds.

"Alright. You're all set. Red, yellow or green?" He asked, grinning as he plucked a handful of silicone wristbands from a basket next to his seat.

Shadi and Isiat paused, confused.

"Uhh... what are they for exactly?"

"Oh! Consent bands. Basically how hard you want to party, ha! It can get a little wild in there, so it helps us keep track in case anything comes up. No means no, but the goal is anyone wearing a red band shouldn't have to say it at all. We've got expectations of not being complete animals in the club." He smiled a toothy smile and held each colour out in turn.

"Green means go. You're down for anything, and consent is given in advance. Freak on the dance floor, down to fuck, whatever you want to call it. Means you're okay with folks approaching and going straight to business without needing to buy you dinner first." The tiger winked slyly and motioned to the next.

"Yellow means ask. You're down for fun, but only on your say-so. It lets folks know not to touch without asking first. Since you're first-timers, I'd recommend that for you both, if you're not opposed to folks coming up to you. See where the night leads, yeah?"

He held up the final one. "Red means stop. You're not down to fuck and touch with folks you haven't okayed previously, and you're not interested in being asked. This one's for folks who just want to enjoy the music, the vibes, or maybe just have some snacks and drinks with friends without being interrupted."

They exchanged looks for a moment, before seeming to settle on the same answer at once.

"Yellow." Isiat and Shadi said in unison. The bouncer just laughed and slipped one onto each of their arms.

"Excellent choice. Enjoy the party. There's a good DJ on tonight, and your first two drinks are on the house with your VIP package. Try the nachos if you get hungry." And with that, he stood and unclipped the rope, ushering them into the dark entry hallway.

Inside the club was pulsing, both literally and figuratively. The steady throbbing of party music from the dance floor and strobing lights and lasers into smoke clouds overhead only added to the surge of energy that seemed to hit like a wave every time the beat dropped.

Making their way with Shadi's comparatively tiny paw on his own, Isiat guided them, weaving his way through the throng of bodies. The bar was set off to one side opposite the main stage under its own cabana ceiling, a wall-to-wall sort of affair with easily 30 stools sitting side by side, some occupied, some not.

Without a word, they slid up to two stools at the end of the bar. Isiat's eyes scanned the place like a hawk, and Shadi swatted his hand playfully, snapping his attention back to her.

"Not a war zone love." She chided him softly, before leaning up to peck his cheek sweetly.

"Sorry. Old habits." He said sheepishly, running a paw through his hair. She was right of course. He needed to relax and enjoy it, and a drink would certainly fit the bill to help that happen.

As if the club had read his thoughts and summoned them, a plump corgi behind the bar approached them, the little lady grinning with that sort of energy that came from loving one's job. Her pillowy, golden tits bounced with her excitable steps. Isiat blinked. She might well have nearly been shorter than Shadi.

"Well aren't you just a pretty little thing! Don't see too many big cats my height! What'll it be for you two sweethearts?"

Shadi at once warmed to the naked little canine.

"Something fruity and strong!" She almost giggled with delight. "Apparently we're VIPs!"

"So I can see! What about you, Mister tall, dark and full of tails? What are you having?" The barkeep laughed, turning to face Isiat, whose attention was still out on the floor. Shadi rolled her eyes and poked him between the ribs, making him start with a quick apology. So very like Isiat, she mused. Observing everything, admiring nothing. Even years after he retired, his time in the service still followed him like a shadow.

"Oh, Rum and Cola, sorry. Cheers." The Corgi turned to the business of making their drinks, while Shadi scooted her seat closer to her husband, snuggling against his bare chest with a purr.

"Feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Lotta people, all naked, ha. Never thought I'd say that was stressful. Noise, flashing lights and dark don't help. You wanna grab a booth once we've got drinks? I just need a minute to collect myself." He chuckled quietly. She set her paw atop of his reassuringly.

"We're here to relax and have fun. Yeah, let's get our drinks and find a free booth then. This was your idea, smartypants."

"Yeah yeah, I know. Rub it in, little brat." Isiat chuckled. They took their drinks and wandered to the side of the club towards the shore. Rows of dark, U-shaped booths sat flush beneath their own little thatch roofs, walls on two sides to block sight from the other booths, leaving the view of the seaside and the dancefloor unobstructed. A bowl of fresh tropical fruits sat in the centre of each, part of the complimentary snacks.

Outside, the gentle lapping of the waves was faintly audible over the more intense drum and bass combination from whatever track was playing. They sat like that, just quietly nursing their drinks together, Isiat's in an elegant-looking little whiskey glass and Shadi's something more closely resembling a small fishbowl full of punch, complete with the comically tiny cocktail umbrella. One of her paws rested on her husband's own, her feet swinging freely beneath the table, just an inch or so above the ground thanks to her short stature.

"So, what are you thinking? Would you like to dance now, or are you content to enjoy the ocean techno?" She giggled after a moment longer, taking another noisy suck of her fishbowl of liquor, her tail swishing. Just looking at her, Isiat could tell she was already feeling warm and happy from it, and it brought a chuckle to his lips. Her nose was turning pink as the liquor hit her.

"Sure you won't trip over your tail? You're looking a little flushed there, sweetheart."

She swatted her paw at him and missed completely, instead ending up with her hand in his lap. Her fingers danced across the fur of his thigh, trailing upwards until she had those digits wrapped around the base of his dark-furred sheathe, giving him a few firm strokes. Isiat just wriggled back in his seat, tails hanging lazily out to the sides as he let out a relaxed sigh, a tip of red peeking out from its hiding place at Shadi's skilled touches.

Her green and brown eyes met his blue ones with a note of challenge and defiance, and without missing a beat, she leaned over his lap, lowering her head, and dragged her wet tongue from the base of his sheathe by his sack all the way up to his dribbling tip. With a purr, she lapped his salty preseed up and slid her tongue back between her lips, holding eye contact all the while. It might have been one of the sexiest sights he'd ever seen. His heart thumped in his chest. His cock throbbed in her paw.

"Mmmm, pretty sure I've got this to hold me up if I need... Care to back me up?" She purred sweetly, before sliding over his lap to drag him towards the floor by his cock, one paw in front of her and the other still gripping his sheathe.

And here he'd thought she was going to be the red-cheeked one, but now it was clearly his turn. Not that he could fault her either. If anything, he was impressed by his pet's confident twist. She was a minx and she knew it, and she was all about playing it up tonight. If she wanted to be the star of the show, oh, he'd help put on a show to remember.

She fumbled her way out onto the dance floor with her husband in tow, before finding a spot she deemed suitable. She turned around and let her tail flag, exposing her curvy rear to her mate, the thin slit of her sex on full display for anyone watching. Isiat wasted no time grabbing her by the hips and grinding his throbbing cock into the soft fur of her back, rocking with her to the rhythm while one of his paws found her tits, twisting and tweaking her nipples.

Her sweet moans were lost to the music here among the bodies. Occasionally, someone would bush against them, another pair or an individual enjoying the evening. Sometimes they'd stop and watch for a moment, eyeing off the lovers in their lusty dance until Isiat shot them a look that clearly staked her as his claim for the evening.

Shadi purred as he slipped one paw lower, dipping it between her wet folds just enough to coat his fingertips with her slick, sweet honey and smear it along her nether lips.

"Ahh, Foxy~ How're you supposed to enjoy the fun of a stranger's company if you scare them all off with that mean old growl of yours?" She teased him sweetly. He silenced her with a moan when his fingers sank to the second knuckle and curled inside of her, stroking her g-spot with the touch of a master at his craft. Her own hand reached back and clutched his twitching cock by the knot, jerking him rapidly.

"I'm not... Just the timid ones. The determined are still watching..." He growled with a low, mischievous note. His teeth found the back of her neck as he hunched over her smaller frame, humping at her exposed slit. Between all the nude bodies around them, they blended in, and yet stood out. There was a small gap between them and any others as if folks were subconsciously trying to keep their distance from the power couple, like the energy they radiated formed an invisible field.

Isiat didn't mind. It'd take someone of note to even approach them together, and certainly not lacking confidence. To put it simply, someone up to Isiat and Shadi's level. If they wanted his pet, they had to get by him first.

Her paw didn't let up, nimbly spreading herself for him before she nestled his tip against her opening alongside his fingers, and without hesitation, he moved, lifting her by the waist, carrying her as he fucked her to the rapid tempo of the beat. Gone was any hesitation to either of them, just another pair of bodies doing as nature bid them to among the crowd.

She gasped as he rocketed into her, between being lifted and thrust into, gravity did the rest, dropping her against his lap with a messy, wet slap of flesh striking flesh. Of soaked sex lips striking a swollen knot. Of her breeding, right there on the dance floor. She sank onto him like a stripper sliding down a pole and took him until she could feel the stretch of his spade-shaped tip against her cervix, his knot kissing her stretched lips.

Twisting with that feline grace and flexibility, she managed to turn with his help, his cock never once leaving her. Her inner muscles twisted and spasmed as she did in a mini-climax, making her huff and whine against his chest desperate for more of that pleasure. Her paws went around his neck, and with a shared moment of eye contact, he resumed fucking her in earnest.

More eyes were upon them now, and Isiat kept track of them all even as he pounded the tight, moaning lioness in his clutches, grunting and growling as he drove deep into her rippling passage. His tip slammed against her cervix like a battering ram, the swollen lobes of his knot slapping against her splayed cunt with each thrust. The threat was implicit. If he tied her here, there would be no getting off of him till he was done.

"Ahh, ~ Fuh-Foxy. Just like that! Fuck! More-" She gasped out between blissful little noises, her eyes closed as she let herself be cast adrift in a sea of pleasure. It was music to his ears, every little moan and gasp. He leaned down, biting her shoulder and digging his teeth in. It made her moan all the louder. Oh, it would leave a mark to go with the dozen others barely visible beneath her fur that he'd left in the past, but she was a good little girl. He soothed the hurt with a trail of kisses up and along her throat, over the thin green collar around her neck.

"Ready for the final act?" He growled in her ear, pulling her tight against his chest. More eyes were on them, some of them unashamedly aroused by the naughty bit of dirty dancing. "You've got more than one fan it seems. Want to give them a show?"

She nodded obediently, purring as she gyrated her hips to his tempo, almost failing to keep time with her mate's rapid, frenzied thrusting as he reached that terminal moment. The pleasure was boiling up in both of them, rapidly reaching a fever pitch.

"Out or in kitten?" He growled the question between his thrusts, grinding his knot against her lips as if to tease her with the temptation the swollen flesh brought. He had promised to fuck her silly in front of all the nice people now not-so-subtly enjoying their performance. More than one set of eyes he could see were levelled beneath his wife's tail where his knot stretched her, just waiting for her to drop that little more.

With a smirk, he snatched the luxuriously silky and long appendage by its base and hiked it up along her spine, exposing the glistening arousal clinging to her inner thighs and cunt for the crowd. A thin froth of precum and feminine lust was being churned with each roll of her hips. Her moans were getting desperate, almost pleading in pitch.

"Ah~ Out. Mark me as yours. Let them see what they're missing... but make me cum first." She purred, in a rare... Very rare request. Shadi wasn't the kind of pet to let a gift given to her be anywhere but inside of her. She was feeling risqué, clearly. Devious and adventurous. Isiat just grinned his approval. She wanted to show off. He was more than happy to show her off. But, she'd missed something in her excitement.

"Is that how you ask?"

"Mrhhmm? Please sir make me cum?" She gave him her best good girl eyes.

He made good on his promise to fuck her stupid.

She squealed and let out caterwauls of ecstasy as he jackhammered into her with an almost feral enthusiasm, rutting the lioness like she was a bitch in heat, and he was just the stud to extinguish it. His knot made a messy pop each time he forced her body wide, all but rearranging her insides to make room for the fat globes.

She creamed herself shamelessly the second time he yanked it back out of her, threatening to leave her a ruined, used mess when he was done. She saw stars as he forced it back in with his next inward thrust, and her body convulsed a second time when he ripped it again from her spasming cunt. She almost blacked out as the third orgasm hit her right after the last, back to back as if he was stacking her climaxes like coins to be counted.

Just as his knot swelled too much to fit, he pulled back one last time, thrusting up against her clit and rubbing the entire length of his shaft across the tight bundle of nerves. She came again to the powerful twitching of his prick, his entire body tensing as he shot ribbons of white that reached her muzzle, spraying over her breasts, belly and nose as he emptied himself onto her fur, huffing his own pleasure through his nostrils.

They stayed like that, tangled up together standing on the dance floor before at last, she felt steady enough to stand again. With a gentle tap of her paw, he lowered her, and together, they stumbled their way back to their booth, his own chest lanced with streaks of his cum as much as Shadi's was.

"Think that got their attention?" Shadi purred as she slid back onto the seat, licking her muzzle clean with a delighted little wriggle.

"Mhmm... There's only one still watching. She's been practically eye fucking you for the last half hour since we sat at the bar." Shadi blinked and peered out past him towards the crowd on the dancefloor, but beyond other couples fucking to the beat and the press and motion of bodies, she didn't spot anything out of the ordinary... At least as far as ordinary went in this place. That was her husband though for sure. Never a detail missed. If he said she was watching, she believed him.

"Oh? A she is it? So what are you going to do about that? Not gonna be jealous of me taking another woman to bed?" Her little sultry tease was accompanied by her spreading her legs just a tad more, slipping one finger along her cunt before smearing a streak of arousal across the cool leather of his nose.

He chuffed and inhaled deeply, before taking her paw and slipping it into his muzzle, his broad tongue cleaning her digit entirely in a pair of curling swipes... He growled out darkly, like a predator that had just caught itself a meal. His eyes narrowed to thin slits as he narrowed his gaze at her.

"Only if you don't let me watch. I'm going to find her partner. You're the bait. Play nice now kitten." He added with a cocky wink and a passionate kiss to her lips, and headed off towards the restrooms, under the guise of cleaning the cum off of his chest.

---

Oh, oh these two were just too much damn fun... Marcella watched from across the bar, sipping from a tall Long Island iced tea. The African wild dog's tail betrayed the calm she expressed otherwise, wagging back and forth like an excited pup. What a show! Some couples had energy and chemistry, but these two, the kitsune and the lion, were practically dripping it like the mess he'd left her! It was exciting and thrilling. It made between her thighs wet where she had been grinding atop the bar stool for the last fifteen minutes.

She wanted a piece of that! Like a pup with a steak hanging in front of its nose. She wanted to bury her face in the lioness's muff. Have the kitsune growl into her cunt while Reece showed him who the top dog was. Make out with the cat while her mate fucked her into the bedsheets, and maybe let the kitsune do the same on her own cunt. She wanted-

"Your tail is doing that thing again." Reece said with a roll of his eyes from the seat next to her, chuckling. The second wild dog took a sip from his martini and leaned against the bar. She giggled, and shuffled a little bit around, running a paw across her breasts to extract just a moment longer of that sweet, passive pleasure that their show had provided. Her thighs were damp with lust.

"So what if it is? Did you see that? I wonder if I could get him to do me like that..." Her thought trailed off with an enthusiastic growl.

"Why don't you ask him? They've got yellow bands on after all." His own tail swiped back and forth a few times, tapping the leg of Marcella's barstool.

"Maybe I will... I don't want to scare 'em off though..." She added quickly, displaying just a hint of giddy nervousness.

"Then don't. They've been here a night already. Go introduce yourself. If it all goes bad, we'll find another couple to have some fun with. Easy enough. No strings, no fret. But if you want to get anything out of them, you've gotta go say hello first." He reached over, and with a swift motion of his paw, slapped Maresella's bare ass with an open palm, producing a clear smacking noise. She yipped and jumped up in her seat, giving her mate a playful growl.

"Yeah, but... What if they're just not into it, or-"

"You're pining about what-ifs from complete strangers. It'll go one of two ways. We'll fuck 'em, or we won't. Maybe you'll make a new friend. Maybe I can fuck your new friends while you watch." He added with a low rumble, devious and devilish.

"Mmhm... Or maybe my new friends will finally be the ones who check that ego of yours." She retorted with a quick boop to his nose that had him wrinkling it and fighting off a sneeze.

"Ha, not likely. The kitsune can lift though. Bet he'd have no problem tossing you around. Me though? He'll have to try harder than that little stand and fuck show."

"Still think you can take that one? I was serious about wanting to see that..." There was certainly something in seeing her mate flaunt his skills and strength, but he was a born warrior, and damn if his fine figure and six pack didn't show it. Watching him wrestle for dominance stoked a fire in her belly in a way nothing else did quite the same.

"Well, you'll have to work for it if you really want to see me fuck him into place for you."

With a growl, Reece leaned over, rumbling as he reached a paw around to the back of her head, and scruffed her, tugging the smaller female canine into a muzzle-locking kiss. He dominated her mouth, pinning her tongue to the roof of her muzzle until she gave a submissive whine, her ears folding. His free paw went between her parted thighs and at once, he started rubbing her clit with his thumb roughly, making her whine and huff through her nose, not even for a second breaking the kiss.

He held it there and rasped his tongue over the underside of her's until she moaned sweetly for him, and they at last parted with a soft pant. Almost mercifully, his paw slid back from her sex, but her body kept trembling with new energy for a few moments afterwards until she finally opened her eyes again.

"There. Feel better?"

She shivered from head to toe.

"No thanks to you... Now I'm all wound up." Marcella pouted, folding her arms over her breasts.

"Well, why don't you make like a good little wind-up puppy and go make a new friend for us, hmmm? I'll be watching. Play nice, yes?" Reece just grinned, and with a little nudge, pushed Marcella to her feet and off towards the booth where the Kitsune and Lioness had sat down.

---

Shadi was halfway through what was left of her tropical fishbowl, and feeling all warm and tingly, not just from the alcohol! A steady purr was rumbling from her chest, all well fucked, fed, and happy. Isiat had slipped off and left her unsupervised, and this would be his mistake. She'd just ordered another fishbowl as the little cute corgi with the nice tits had come past asking if they needed anything else.

And then, there had been a wild dog sliding into the booth across from her, all spotty and yellow and black and white.

"Well hello there!" She opened with far too much enthusiasm for a stranger. Had this been who Isiat was talking about?

Well, if it was...

She was pretty. Very pretty.

Smooth fur, a cutting figure, and curves where they mattered. Her tail was wagging back and forth like Isiat's did when he saw something he wanted.

"Uh, hi?" Shadi started, not exactly sure where to open the conversation. She let the drink talk for her. "Did you want a sip?"

The wild dog looked momentarily taken aback by that as if it wasn't the reaction she was at all expecting, but a grin split her muzzle as Shadi spun the straw around to her and offered it up. She clearly wasn't about to complain either!

"You and that Kitsune boy-toy you're here with had quite a memorable dance! Oh, I'd have loved to have been in your place! Lucky... I saw you in the pool yesterday with him as well, you know? First time here, right? I'm Marcella!" The spotty African canine took a long suck from the fishbowl, smacking her lips with a growl.

"Oh, that's dangerous..." She giggled with approval.

Shadi's cheeks were turning pink, as was her nose and no doubt her tits as well!

"Oh! I'm Shadi, and uh, yeah. It is. We decided we wanted to try something a little different for a vacation this time, and well, here we are."

"Well, I think you both seem right at home. You can't get much more different than this. Some of the folks see the website and get personally offended. Prudes are no fun at all. You ever..." Marcella paused for a moment, and almost lazily, examined the fruit platter in the middle of the table.

A wicked grin streaked across her muzzle as the nude canine picked up the pineapple in the very middle of the arrangement, and set it sideways between them on the table with a suggestive sort of eyebrow wriggle.

"...Do anything like this before? The nudity, the club, the bands?" The wild dog lifted her free arm where it had been resting across her breasts, showing off her gold-bar pierced nipples as she did. She flashed her bright green wristband, laying her paw on the table just across from Shadi, showing off a set of gold-painted claws.

Shadi would have blushed harder, but daring herself to be brave, she reached across with her own yellow banded paw, and gave the pineapple a spin, lazily setting her hand down next to the canine's, almost like an invitation.

"Maybe once or twice with some close friends, but... We were looking for a new experience here. A little more adventurous in a way." Shadi purred sweetly, not wanting to give too much away too quickly. Perhaps it was more normal though here. After all, it wasn't like Marcella was trying to hide anything. Shadi couldn't help that her eyes liked to wander just a little. The wild dog's own green eyes certainly were.

Maybe, just maybe she'd give her the chance. After all, she had been bold enough to approach her. It certainly put her a leap above the rest of the folks who had just watched them on the dance floor. Maybe she'd be bold enough to suggest more... Shadi took another sip of the drink, offering the straw back to Marcella with a smile.

"So how about you? Come here often?"

Marcella gave her a wicked, toothy grin.

"Maybe once or twice, with a close friend... You could say we found some new experiences. You'll have to tell me what you think of them later. You want to grab a snack while we talk?"

"I'll never turn down food."

Marcella smiled, and quickly scooted around to Shadi's side of the booth, sliding in and against the chubby lioness's side.

"Ahh, A woman of my own heart!"

Their paws touched with an almost conspiratorial giggle from both women.

---

Isiat slipped around the edge of the crowd with relative ease, moving from place to place. Admittedly, this was far easier in the nude than he'd expected. No heavy kit to juggle or try to keep muffled, or to unbalance his step. All he needed to do was make sure he didn't bump into anyone and spill his drink!

He'd watched as the female wild dog had split off from her partner at the bar, and he'd seen her slide into the booth with Shadi. Both of them were smiling, so surely that was a good sign. It took some guts to approach a stranger, but for now, he trusted in Shadi to be able to handle himself without him over her shoulder.

He circled the dancefloor until he'd gone almost full circle back to the entry hallway, and cut over to the bar, casually sliding into the bar seat beside the cocky-looking African wild dog male, a pair of silver aviators propped on his forehead. The canine didn't at all seem surprised to see him, and instead just rapped his knuckles on the bar, laughing as if at one of his own jokes.

"Another martini, and a refill for whatever my kitsune friend here is drinking."

Isiat smirked. Cocky bastard indeed. His South African accent was as smooth as Isiat's own English one. Similar in ways, but distinctly its own dialect.

"Bold assuming we're friends when you send your lady to go and prey on mine as soon as I leave her side."

"You were watching her. If you were going to step in, you would have. If you were offended, more to the point, you wouldn't be wearing yellow. You're sneaky, but not that sneaky. Plus, the tails are a bit of a giveaway. You're wagging. I'm Reece." The wild dog raised his glass with a splotchy tan and black paw, offering cheers to Isiat.

"Isiat." He responded a second later and clinked his glass against the other male's. "So, do you always go after the new folks, or-"

Reece scoffed and barely suppressed a laugh over the rim of his glass.

"Hardly! Only if they take our fancy, and Marcella, the fine lady over there flirting with yours, has been taken with your little lioness since your show at the pool yesterday. Where ever did you find a prize like that?"

"I got shot." Isiat answered, absolutely deadpan in his delivery. It wasn't the first time the question had come up. The reactions were worth it. Technically, it wasn't untrue either.

Reece blinked once, absolutely caught off guard by the bluntness of the answer. No doubt most couples had some romantic tale of high school sweethearts or something similar. The wild dog took a sip of his martini, and set it down, staring at Isiat as if trying to gauge if his leg was being pulled, waiting for a punchline to drop. When none did, he gave a low whistle.

"That's all it took? Shit! If I'd known it was that easy, I would have given Marcy a pistol and let her have at it! I'm going to need another drink for that story." Reece laughed, tossing his head back with an almost hyena-like cackle.

"It was a while ago. Ended up in Shadi's; my wife's, hospital and she cut off my painkillers when I got too flirty. Young and stupid. My lower brain didn't know when to call it quits." He said with a chuckle and sipped his drink, his eyes going over the other male.

He looked strong, that much was obvious, almost if not as tall as Isiat himself. His chest was a splotchy mess of typical wild dog patterning, a trim, athletic build, clearly fit, and clearly involved in maintaining that fitness. Plus, by male standards, he was certainly on the more attractive side. He was no slouch below the belt either, packing a plump brown sheathe and sack, a small rim of black fuzz around its top. Shadi might have described it as juicy looking, the little minx. Something caught Isiat's eye though, more than just his physique.

A handful of scars here and there, paws that were calloused. But what struck Isiat was a single black tattoo upon the fur above his collarbone on the left side, a downward-facing fighting knife looped by a laurel. At some point, after it was originally done, it had been given an outline of gold. It was a service mark if he'd ever seen one. The dog was army. Interesting.

Reece shifted his legs slightly, exposing himself just that little extra, one paw reaching down to not at all subtly adjust himself, rolling his sack with his paw for a moment. He grinned as he watched Isiat's gaze.

"See something you like, pretty boy?" Reece snickered, raising an eyebrow as he watched the vulpine closely.

"Perhaps. You've got some good scratches." He said with a smirk. The wild dog gave him a once-over glance, in turn, flashing his teeth.

"A career spent outdoors. You're not bad yourself, pup. I could get with that." He added, running his tongue across his chops. "Tell you what, how about a wager?" His eyes flashed with mischief.

"What did you have in mind?" Isiat asked, his tails giving a mischievous flicker of their own accord. His eyes cast over Shadi and Marcella in the booth, watching as they flirted. The Wild dog was pressed against Shadi's side, enthusiastically recounting some tale or other. Shadi was pink-nosed in her seat, taking a very generous suck of the straw in her fishbowl drink.

"Our two ladies, they're... Getting kinda close over there. How about some fun to spice things up, because I don't suspect they'll let us stay out of whatever they're cooking up, and I suspect we're all bound to get more... Intimately acquainted before too long." Setting his glass down, he winked to Isiat, setting his paws on his knees and leaning in towards the kitsune.

"Hmm. Is this what counts as buying dinner first for you two?" Isiat chuckled.

"Well unless I read you completely wrong, but you have the look of a guy who knows what he enjoys. I'd rather tongue out Marcella's honeypot all day, but if we've found someone else to share, well, who am I to deny the pleasures of life? Try a little of everything. I'll enjoy it either way."

With a laugh, Isiat finished his drink, and set it down. His eyes were still on Shadi and Marcy in the booth, watching their own interaction curiously.

"So what exactly did you have in mind? The one that doesn't make the first move buys the next round?"

"Hmm, I was thinking more along the lines of a blowjob."

---

Shadi murmured happily. Marcella was warm, a paw thrown around her shoulders. She was bigger than Shadi, but that was no huge deal for her. Hell, She'd tumbled with bigger ladies before. But she was cute and fun in her own way, giggling as she told stories of herself and her partner she was here with, Reece, another wild dog like her!

"... And then he stumbles into the bedroom, takes his belt off, and before he can even try and sound sexy, trips over his pants and hits the ground hard enough to concuss himself for the rest of the evening!"

The canine and feline both erupted in laughter, Shadi's massive tail flicking back and forth through the air as she purred.

"Oh god. That's awful. Was he okay?"

"When he woke up in the morning he was fine. Our bed partners thought it was pretty damn funny. They helped me move him to the sofa, but he missed out on some real fun that night. God, big, burly tigers are the best if you just want to be thrown around like a toy. Big tongues too." Marcella could barely contain her laughter and raised a paw to excuse herself while she downed another big gulp from Shadi's fishbowl, which was rapidly nearing the point of being empty. The refill couldn't have arrived soon enough.

"Hehe... It sounds like you two have a real thing going. It's cute." Shadi giggled. "Isiat and I fooled around with our friends who we trust, but... This was a new thing. I suppose we just wanted an escape from everything and everyone we know for a week. Maybe make some new friends, have some fun while we're at it... Being naked around everyone is still a little strange, but at least I don't have to worry about what to wear."

"Oh, hush. You look gorgeous! And trips like this are the best... You never know who you'll run into... Or make new friends with." Marcella giggled, and leaned in towards Shadi, winking as she whispered.

"Our boys are watching, you know? Looks like they're getting along." Marcella nodded in the direction of the bar. Shadi turned, looking across her shoulder. Sure enough, there they were, a pair of drinks on the bar behind both of them. Isiat's tails were flickering back and forth in a neat, orderly rhythm. The wild dog by him had almost the exact same physique as her husband... She wondered how he'd compare in the bed.

"Your boy is a looker." Shadi turned, sitting with her legs out of the booth and waved cutely, flashing her mismatched eyes at her husband and then the wild dog in turn with a wicked little grin of mischief. The pair of males awkwardly waved back but made no move to come over, content to let their ladies do their own thing.

"Ha. Speak for yourself. You ever just sleep on his tails for fun?" Marcella asked, leaning over as well while her tail wagged back and forth quickly in short, excited strokes.

"All of the time. And then some when I just don't want him to leave. He knows better than to wake a sleeping cat."

Marcella leaned in, the wild dog wrapping one arm around Shadi from behind, resting her paw just between the top of the lioness's beasts.

"So.... You want to make them really jealous?" She snickered conspiratorially, her teeth flashing as she leaned down, lightly nipping along the back of Shadi's neck. The little Amasii lioness tensed as the nerves along her nape lit up with delight, an almost instinctive purr escaping her as she turned pink at her nose again.

"Ahhh... You say it like that'll make either of them jealous of us. They'll probably just ask to join in." Shadi squirmed slightly, but Marcella's other arm wrapped around her from the opposite side, and smoothly cupped one of Shadi's tits in her palm, fingers slipping to either side of her taut nipple. Her other paw slipped south slowly, trailing across Shadi's cream-furred belly, lovingly brushing across the rolls that came with motherhood and being a short, chubby cat.

It was hard for her to suppress the quiet moan. It was new for Shadi at least. She was so very used to being the one, at least when it came to women, being in charge. If it hadn't been for that damn neck nibble, she might well have turned the tables back around on her new friend and pushed her down in the booth. Instead, her body felt like putty in her paws, and the naughty canine kept it up as well, dragging her teeth and tongue across her life vein as she crooned her head to expose her throat submissively.

"You're so damn soft I can't stand it. I've been wanting to get my paws on you since I saw you at the pool... Felines are just such warm and snuggly critters." Marcella said with a sultry growl, playfully dragging her tongue along Shadi's throat in a wholly sensual and heated way, almost caressing the cat in her arms.

"And besides, would it be the worst outcome for the night if they did? Just roll with it. They are all eyes on you right now. May as well make a show of it. Unless you'd rather I stopped..." Her paw made that first delightful contact as it slipped between her exposed, bare thighs, and this time, she didn't even try to stop the moan.

Instead, Shadi's paw shot to grab Marcella's wrist, claws extended. But she didn't scratch the other woman, and instead, surprising Marcella, gently guided her paw in its motions, rubbing slow, tender circles across the top of her sex and clit. She was still dripping with arousal from Isiat's rough treatment of her on the dance floor, and the canine's fingers parted her sodden lips with ease, swirling a single digit inside the feline's honeypot like she was just gathering a sample of that juicy cat snatch.

"Don't you dare or I'll take it as a prize. You started this, you finish it." Shadi huffed, blushing as she caught sight. Both of the boys were watching her intently now and she watched with a blush as Reece elbowed Isiat, and her mate seemed to chuckle, licking his lips.

"Here, why don't you give them a little moan." Marcella whispered as she slipped her fingers down, and with a little curl of her knuckles, sank them into Shadi's warm pussy, using her thumb and palm to rub at her clit firmly. Shadi gasped and popped her hips out, attempting to instinctively push herself back against the source of pleasure, while the canine's free paw massaged her breast in its grip.

She listened to the canine's heated panting in her ear and could hear the grin in her voice.

"Oh, dear... Looks like all of those tails lost a bet. Should be a good show for you though. I'm sure Reece won't be to rough on him." Marcella snickered, pinching Shadi's nipple to make her moan.

---

Reece just smirked as Isiat rolled his eyes, the kitsune slowly sliding to his knees.

"Ha, and here I was thinking you meant the shots." He chuckled softly as Reece's paw tangled itself in his hair between his pointed ears, giving him a scratch between them that felt more like a consolation prize.

"No, you didn't. Don't lie, fox. Vulpines might have a reputation as tricksters, but they've got a reputation as something else I'd rather indulge with you." And with that, he shoved the vulpine's muzzle down between his thighs, grinding his brown-furred sheathe against the other male's nose.

Of course, he didn't need to know that he and Marcella had played this game on more than one occasion. It was a fun way to welcome new travellers. Just because Marcy knew she had to make the first move so she could watch Reece force himself down an unsuspecting male's throat... He kept his fur clean and trim for a reason. Nobody wanted to leave a bad impression the first time with a new partner.

Even if it had been cajoled by not entirely fair means... They had a well-practised play that put them in the position of power with another couple from the word go. Marcy got to establish herself as the dominant female, and he got to establish himself as the dominant male. They got to guide the fun, and it worked every time. It wasn't as if they did it to be mean after all. Reece enjoyed a playful male as much as he did a lady, but it was much more fun when he and Marcy could play to their strengths and absolutely rule the bedroom.

Trying and prodding other couples' limits was a fun game for them, as was getting them to open up and really get into it, and Reece had no doubts these two would make for a very memorable time. Just looking across at where Marcy was wrapped up behind the lioness and two knuckles deep got his blood going. Oh, she would be a fun fruit to devour indeed. He licked his chops eagerly, hungry like a predator eyeing its next meal.

Marcy had picked them well. Isiat didn't grumble or complain more than his shot joke and had already started pawing and stroking at the wild dog's sheath, coaxing his dappled red prick from hiding.

"Feel free to paw yourself as well, pup. Just because I won our wager, doesn't mean it has to be all about me. If you stick with me and Marcy, I'm sure you'll have a great time." He chuckled, shifting one of his foot paws to gently glide the smooth paw pads across the kitsune's protruding flesh.

To Isiat, it was more amusing than anything. The poor dog had no idea who he was dealing with, and Isiat certainly wasn't going to tell him. They'd figure it out soon enough after all. He just chuckled in turn and parted his lips, dragging his tongue over the emerging tip of Reece's cock, lapping over the spade-like tip.

For Reece though, it was just another blissful, well-earned blowjob courtesy of Marcella. Only once had she deliberately lost a bet, but he'd also gotten a little rough on her ass the night before. He'd probably deserved it, not that he minded. It would have been nicer if it hadn't been that damn Rhino.

The thought made Reece chuckle, and he pet Isiat between his ears as the fox managed to draw his prick completely from hiding, his tongue lavishing the shaft and knot with long, smooth strokes. His paw curled around Reece's sheath, short strokes of his hand quickly revealing the last of his cock along with the unswollen orbs of his knot.

"Mhmm, good pup. First Wild dog, huh? Go on then. Have a taste." And with that, he gently guided the male's muzzle down on his cock with a quiet huff of pleasure.

"Ahh... There's a good mutt." Isiat's lips sank down on him until the kitsune was practically kissing the canine's knot, Reece's paw guiding him up and down at a smooth pace, a few of the onlookers at the bar turning to watch. The wild dog just smirked, turning his attention to the ladies in the booth across the club, watching as Marcella made the little lioness in her grasp squirm and moan.

"Think you can get me off before Marcy gets your cat to pop? She knows how to handle a pussy." He teased in that smooth accent of his, while the kitsune dealt with his quickly filling out cock in his muzzle, now getting a taste of just how large the canine was.

A sigh of pleasure passed his lips as Reece reached over, taking a sip of his drink while he was serviced by the other male. His free paw kept petting Isiat's head like a master praising a fond submissive.

Yep. It was good being the top dog.

---

Shadi whined and writhed under the dog's skilled touch, squirming like a hooked worm while Marcella just played her like a harp. She'd sank her fingers as deep as she could, and was busy thrusting and wriggling them in a very forward and aggressive fingering that had the caught feline closing her eyes and moaning in bliss.

"There's a good kitten. I know how to please the ladies as much as the boys too. Variety is the spice of life, and you, little cat..." She growled and chuffed loudly against Shadi's tan-furred throat, inhaling deeply before she gave a gentle love bite against the sensitive skin just beneath her pelt.

"You absolutely reek like a needy bitch in heat in all the best ways. I bet if you asked him nicely, Reece would help you with that. He's got a nice cock and a big, hefty pair. He'd make some cute hybrids with you... looks like your hubby is getting to know all about it. Take a peek." She teased and shifted her paw away from molesting Shadi's breasts for a moment, bringing her fingers up to cup the cat's muzzle, directing her gaze across to the bar.

Shadi couldn't help but watch as Isiat's face was shoved into the wild dog male's lap, lips sliding up and down on his red-fleshed cock. His technique was sloppy, but well, still better than Eyesah's when Isiat had put their red fox friend in his place. Shadi had to kneel by the poor male's side and guide him through the motions.

Isiat and her enjoyed sex. A lot. Try anything once had long been their refrain, especially with their odd little group of friends who were fortunately equally adventurous. They'd fucked in almost every position, place, and pairing you could think of, but here, it was different. Shadi and Isiat weren't ones for random hookups. Everyone they had played with had been carefully vetted and considered before any invite was ever given to join in.

And now here she was with a wild dog's paws in her snatch who she'd met not even an hour ago, and was being made to watch her mate go down on their partner.

And it was thrilling in exactly the way she had hoped.

Shadi barely contained her moan as Marcella's digits toyed with her, scratching those primal itches of lust deep within her core. Something about ceding control of the situation always got her going. It was similar to the thrill she got being bound and blindfolded for Isiat and his friends, set up like a plaything for their pleasure without knowing what would happen in the next moment.

"We're going to have so much fun with you two..." Marcella whispered hotly in Shadi's ear, nibbling her teeth along the rim of fur while nipping the sensitive skin beneath. She gave a soft growl and shifted quickly, rubbing laps around Shadi's budding clit while her fingers pistoned in and out of the cat's juicy snatch, lips warm and puffy with arousal for all who looked to see, including her husband as he sucked off Reece.

Shadi's pleasure-struck caterwaul was almost pleading when she felt teeth against the back of her neck, the wild dog behind her pushing her breasts into Shadi's back. She could feel how hot the other female was by the stiff nubs of her nipples rubbing against fur, the metal of her piercings across fur, and the way her panting warmed Shadi's nape.

"Ahh,~ Pl-please? You know what that does to felines..." She whined sweetly, and could practically hear the grin on Marcella's lips.

"Oh, that's exactly the point... We're just going to turn up the heat a little so Reece has something to extinguish later. Would you like that? Let your dear kitsune watch you get fucked by a dog?" The threat was all kinds of naughty and something clicked inside of Shadi as Marcy bit down, giving a rough tug upon the skin, and Shadi saw stars.

For a few moments, the music, the people, the lights, all of it simply ceased. She scrunched her eyes up and popped like the cork from a shaken bottle of Brut. It was a most undignified squeak of utter bliss, but in the same instant she tensed all over, and the Wild Dog's fingers got drenched in feminine lust, not even for a second stopping in their rough pumping. Marcella worked her body over the edge of climax like a savage machine. A shiver ran through her body from head to toe, nerves lighting up with ecstasy like she'd gripped a live wire, and even Marcella was surprised.

"Oh, good kitty! That's it, cum hard for me pretty thing. Cum hard and don't you dare stop. I'll give you all the pleasure you can handle." The spotty bitch promised her with a growl, twisting and flexing her fingers within Shadi's honeypot to force her onto new heights of bliss. Shadi squealed as she came again, gasping between moans while her toes curled and her claws dug into Marcy's arm to keep the dog right where she was.

It was overwhelming, every little twitch and twist of those wonderful fingers making Shadi's body sing with pleasure, spasming and clenching around them. She was almost sure her claws broke the skin of Marcella's forearm, but that was such a distant concern it barely even registered to her lust-drunk mind. The world spun and Shadi embraced it with a cry of bliss that was audible even over the music.

---

"Ahh, getting close there pup. Knew you could take me. Keep working the knot like that and you'll have a nice treat in no time..." Reece groaned above Isiat. The salty tang of precum coated Isiat's tongue as he eagerly lapped around the firm cock filing his muzzle, the tip probing at his throat and slipping down with each little thrust the wild dog gave.

Isiat just huffed through his nostrils and rumbled deliberately, making his neck vibrate around the length of the wild dog cock pushed down it. Precum leaked freely down his throat with each throb that ran along the length of Reece's prick, only to be guzzled down quickly by the many-tailed vulpine nursing on him.

Isiat's paws were both slick with precum, one working the knot of the male taking his muzzle, the other working his own grey and maroon shaft, pawing himself off simultaneously as he messily sucked around the dappled flesh of the wild dog. Flicking his eyes to the side, he heard it clear as day when Shadi came the first time and felt himself positively throb within his paws grasp at the sight of her losing herself to the pleasure.

"Oh, like that pup? Marcy's got some skilled paws. Keep watching, she's not done yet..." Reece taunted, his own tail wagging almost as hard as Isiat's were, drumming a steady tappa tappa tappa beat against the floor. Oh, she made for a beautiful sight though when she was in pleasure, but there was no jealousy in Isiat for that. They'd all agreed to this after all, and damn if she didn't look stunning as she rode her high, and then squirmed as another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

He growled more playfully, looking up along the wild dog's chest as he started to work his muzzle quicker, almost as if he was determined not to be outdone. The wild dogs had no idea what kind of couple they'd chosen to prey upon, but they'd find out soon enough no doubt. Isiat and Shadi would have their turn.

He rolled his tongue in smooth ripples along the underside of the male's cock, pressing his lips firmly against the canine's knot as Reece's paw bunched in his hair, pulling him down hard against the lump of flesh.

"Reckon you can take it, hmm? We'll see. Open wide vulpine, here comes your reward." He growled and shoved himself forward with a series of rapid bucks so he pushed back from the seat. Isiat nearly gagged as the cock was forced down his throat, and his jaw stretched almost painfully around the fat knot, his lips stretched with its girth around the root. His thrusts pushed right down Isiat's throat, and the canine let out a groan of bliss as climax raced up on him.

Reece grunted once and went still, holding Isiat's ears tightly while his cock pulsed hard. Isiat felt the first jet racing along his shaft as the wild dog started cumming, ribbons of salty, yet almost sweet cum coating Isiat's tongue with his climax. The kitsune's own climax wasn't far behind, clenching around his knot as his prick shot matching ribbons against the floor, Shadi's cry of bliss still echoing in his ears. He swallowed diligently, huffing and panting with a quiet groan of bliss around the knot lodged in his mouth.

"Ahhh... That's a good pup. Hold still, you might be there a minute. Most can't take the knot like that you know? Just watch those teeth. You know how long it takes."

---

Shadi purred as Marcella pulled her up into her lap, holding the panting and rumbling feline tight against her soft, brown spotted chest.

"Oh, you are too much fun Shadi... I might just have to keep you after this trip. Looks like Reece is uh... Stuck into their conversation, heh." The spotty bitch giggled, looking over to the bar where her mate was just petting Shadi's husband's head softly, knot clearly lodged and properly stuck in the male's muzzle.

Shadi just whined, her hips giving a playful wriggle. The sight was damned hot, and she couldn't deny it. She watched for a few moments, especially the way his taut throat flexed as he swallowed each jet of the wild dog's seed.

"He's had bigger... I'm sure he'll be fine. Don't think anyone's knotted his face before though." She gave a hot little chuff, reaching down to gently rub Marcella's paw at her slit, still buried two fingers deep, but now just making soft, gentle motions, letting the lioness recover from the back-to-back peaks. It was a sexy sight and damned if she wasn't going to enjoy the view.

"And here I was almost sure your boy would have been the dominant one. It'd almost do Reece good to get his own muzzle stuffed for a change..." Marcella mused, petting between Shadi's ears with her free paw.

"That can be arranged," Shadi blurted out in a hurry, her cheeks reddening even as she said it. Maybe some of her husband's cockiness had rubbed off on her over the years. Marcella raised an eyebrow dubiously.

"Oh? Is that so? You know Reece won't submit to any male who hasn't beaten him into it first..." Marcella teased, but admittedly, the very thought already had her nethers all hot and ready, a little shiver of excitement chasing its way up her spine like a spark all the way to the tips of her rounded ears. Looking at the kitsune as he finally managed to pull his mouth off her mate's cock, still dribbling cum down his chin, it was an unlikely scenario in her mind, but... Perhaps yet. Maybe there was more than met the eye between these two.

"Well... There are some fire dancers performing down at the beachside tomorrow night. They have wrestling rings and all sorts of fun, primal play. Call it a themed night... Are you and your boy toy interested in joining us? We'll see whose man is the top dog."

Shadi just smirked, letting out a sweet-sounding purr as she nuzzled her head back into the wild dog's tits.

"Oh, don't call Isiat a dog either once he bends your boy over. He's a fox, and he'll want you when he's done."