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"Morning Jesse! Nice day, ain't it?" The dark smilodon chortled in amusement with a big, wide, toothy grin around his elongated fangs. It was raining, and he was standing in a pair of olive green BDUs, his muscled torso shirtless. He waved his big, meaty paw at the departing European commuter. The little Eurotrash wagon probably cost more than any dignity the leaving Stag had left. It was worth the discomfort of standing shirtless in the rain just to watch his scowl as the 'prime example of a buck' drove away to his shitty banking job.

John, or Jackie, or... fucking, something with a J. Maverick never bothered to learn, and even when he'd been corrected, Mav never once gave a fuck enough to remember. He delighted in pissing the herbivore off with the constant incorrect names. The head of the local homeowners association and he weren't on the best of terms. Not since their last little spat over the regulations and what they said about the big cat keeping a sex swing on full display in the backyard of his home.

Oh, that and because Mav thought he was finally beginning to suspect the Smilodon was also busy fucking his wife behind his back.

Not that he'd ever be able to prove it though. Smiley was far too fucking clever for the big-mouthed deer. He was smart about it, always plausible and deniable. Plus, Janet, the doe hotwife, certainly wasn't going to jeopardise her cushy life by spilling the beans to her sweet, darling husband. Especially now that she was starting to show signs of the offspring growing in her belly.

"Oh, but I love him! This is just a one-time thing! I was going to end things with you." She'd protested and moaned as he'd railed her cheating cunt into her living room floor. Of course, this was after he'd caught her about 10 seconds from taking a ride on one of their coyote neighbour's red rocket.

Of course, she hadn't exactly fought him when he'd offered to take the mutt's place. The canine condom hadn't fit at all and might as well have been a paper towel for all the good it did to protect her from his feline barbs. He'd gotten some very nice photos of her spread out around his pink shaft and the mess he'd left in her as well, just as insurance.

Oh, what a fun day that had been.

Now though, she was a semi-regular side piece for him. She'd occasionally call him for help with some piece of menial labour or other, or to ask if he'd like a spare piece of pie she'd baked. Whatever excuse she could come up with to have him come over so she could meet him at the door in a bathrobe or some far too-short dress.

Needy bitches knew what they wanted. Even if she was still 'faithful' enough to feel guilty about it after every time.

Mav tucked the mail under his armpit and walked back up the path to his single-story home, before leaving it all unchecked and unopened on the counter by the door. His pants came off and were kicked lazily into a hamper in the hallway before he wandered into the kitchen as naked as the day he'd been born, stooping over in the fridge.

"Think I saw a few more beers in the back!" A feminine voice called from the connected living room.

"For breakfast Liz?" He called across his shoulder, but checking again, sure enough, there they were. The edges had a faint layer of ice on them from being so close to the cooler vents in the old refrigerator. He snapped the offending ice bits off. The liquid inside at least wasn't frozen solid. He stood, kicking it shut again.

"It's nearly lunch. Not my fault you didn't feed us. What kinda host does that? The least you can do is get me a fucking beer after you ruined my girlfriend and me last night!" Liz bitched from the oversized beanbag that sat off to one corner of the room.

At least a dozen used condoms were tied and tossed about the place where they'd been left like lewd water balloons. The black and white splotchy collie's tail wagged as the big black-furred Smiley appeared in the threshold archway between the kitchen and the lounge.

"Mmmrhm? Me too? Fuck... What time is it?" A brown smudge of coyote detached herself from the warm embrace of the collie's legs where she'd been passed out, blearily looking about. Mav glanced at the small digital timer on the Blu-Ray player beneath his flatscreen. He double-checked his phone on the counter before he tossed it over onto the edge of the beanbag beside the pair of tangled, naked canines.

"Time to get a watch. About a quarter to noon."

The Coyote blinked, sucking in a breath as she stretched and got up, hastening to find her scattered clothes around the room. Her perky tits bounced as she scampered back and forth.

"Fuck, I've gotta get going babes, else I'm going to be late for this meeting. Fuck... Mrrhmmm~"

She let out a pitiful whine as she raced past Maverick, stopping just long enough to cup his thick, furry sheath and roll his heavy ball around in her paw, longing to play with him more. With her free hand, she grabbed his whiskers and yanked him down into a kiss.

Maverick just purred, shifting the pair of beers to one hand so he could reach down and all but encompass one of the dainty dog's asscheeks in his free paw, giving her a firm squeeze with just a pinch from his claws. Mia yipped quietly at that, biting his lip and giving it a firm tug to remind him who the fuck was in charge.

"You break her before I get back, I'm breaking you. Got it, Gato?"

He squeezed her again and let her go, before smacking that soft, supple 'yote ass with a resounding crack like thunder from Thor. She yelped and huffed loudly, trying to find where the hell she had left her pants.

"No promises. You know how I am with bitches."

"Mhmm, yes, and it's why we fucking love fucking with you." Liz answered as Mav popped the top off one of the bottles with his elongated sabre fangs and passed it to Liz. The collie's tail started beating even quicker like an excitable pup. She took a sip and her eyes shot open as she sputtered for a heartbeat.

"FUCK! That's cold! You freeze these?!" Liz didn't wait for him to answer, instead rubbing the smooth of the glass over her pink nipples until they were nice and hard, sticking up like firm little mountain peaks. She at once started warming them between her fingertips, resting the bottle between her black and white splotched cleavage.

Mia smacked the stupidly giggling collie with her bra before putting it on, the coyote covering her C-cups neatly as she adjusted the straps.

"Behave, or I'll put your collar back on and take you right home." She scolded her girlfriend, before leaning down to share a more intimate and passionate kiss, lingering for a long few moments. Mav just watched with an amused chuckle, shaking his head. He snapped the lid off his beer and took a swig.

"Aww, I thought it was my turn with the leash this week!" Liz gave the 'yote her best puppy eyes. The move failed.

"I am altering the deal. Pray I do not alter it any further." Mia growled back in a half-assed impression from Star Wars.

"Psssh. Nerd."

"Yeah, says the one with the whole box set on his shelf, with the new ones no less! Fuck off Mav." The Coyote slipped her shirt and pants on, flipping him the bird. "I'll be back by five. You guys wanna grab dinner somewhere?"

"Sure. Sounds like a plan." Mav shrugged noncommittally and took another swig.

"Have fun loves! ILY! I'll try not to wear him out too much!" Liz sweetly blew her a kiss from the beanbag, spreading her thighs and parting her sex between her fingers like an enticing reminder of what would be waiting for the canine when she returned. The coyote made an obscene gesture with her fingers and tongue, shooting the collie a wink. The door closed and left the two of them alone.

Mav blew a low whistle. Those two girls were... Something. A good something for sure. He'd been lucky to find them soon after he'd moved into this little ritzy part of town on a cul-de-sac full of snobs. They'd been a couple for years but had always been on the lookout for 'playmates' to rope in on their shenanigans. He was just the best playmate they had.

"I'll say one thing, you must have been a saint in a past life to land a bitch like her." He gestured with the mouth of his bottle out the window to the coyote as she climbed into the girls' shared Tacoma truck.

"Nah, I just know how to find the clitoris, unlike males. College experimenting never got old for us." Liz wriggled happily as she took another swill of the beer between her tits. Her fingers were still idly playing with herself.

"You want a hand there bitch, or are you gonna make room for me?" Mav asked, cocking an eyebrow at the naked dog.

The collie was sprawled lavishly across the entire bean bag that could comfortably seat four. Her curvy, splotchy ass was stretched across all of it. She looked at him, mouth agape, offended like he'd just asked for her beer back.

"Nah, I got a better spot for you. Come here, stud." She growled, shuffling and half swimming in the oversized seat as she pet the now vacant spot by her feet on the edge. Mav made to sit down.

"Ah-ah, on your back." She motioned for him to shift with her finger.

He laid instead, rolling his shoulders as he worked the bag beneath him into something resembling comfortable.

Before he knew it, Liz had tossed a thigh over his shoulders, and her wet and pink canine muff was lowering itself on his muzzle.

"Ahh, good kitty. Much better use of your mouth than beer." She moaned as their opposite lips met. Mav just purred and drove his tongue right up and into her, diving the fat, broad muscle right past her defences and into the canine's sopping cunt without waiting for further instruction.

Her flavour was sweet and hot, like warm cider on a winter day. The distinctive tastes of Mia and himself mingled in the background from where they'd all been fucking the night before.

She moaned and grabbed one of his ears like a rodeo rider, holding her beer up in the other, moaning between mouthfuls of her drink. Her hips gyrated on his face, smearing her lust into his fur and whiskers. Oh, but did she know how to ride. He'd barely made it five swipes of his tongue across her inner walls when the bitch's tunnel clenched on his tongue with a death grip, and she whined and barked as she came on his face.

A line of her lust ran from his muzzle to his hairline between his eyes where she came, grinding her little unhooded clit against his leathery nose. The sharp scent drew him to full mast, and he grabbed her hips with his meaty paws, pulling her cunt down onto his face harder. At this rate, his tongue would be cleaning her fucking cervix.

"Oh, Oh! Good fucking! Fucking love that tongue... Don't stop Mav! Fuck! Fuck me with that tongue!" She moaned, barely coherent, awake for less than ten minutes, and already cresting her second climax since she opened her eyes.

The sabertooth growled into her muff, sending shivers up the whimpering and moaning dog's spine. Her tail was beating back and forth like a windshield wiper on high even as she peaked again, using his sabre teeth to grind along and part her sexlips while his tongue cleaned her cunt out with an almost brutish efficiency.

He thrust it into her hot sex just like she asked, lavishing her inner walls with the broad, wet muscle and wiping his saliva throughout her undulating

His ancestors used their tongues to scrape the fur from their kills, and now he was using that same rough texture to get every drop of her lust from her insides. His claws dug into her hips, piercing the skin just slightly to keep the thrashing and bucking face-riding collie in place. She dropped her empty beer on the floor and grabbed his other ear as well while she clenched her eyes shut and squealed as she came again.

Mav's senses were overwhelmed with the taste and smell of an unrepentant lust. He huffed loudly through his nostrils when her cunt wasn't smothering him, his cock achingly hard and throbbing against her tail as the soft fur brushed his barbed flesh with each wag. One of his paws left her hips to flail and thump about on the floor beside himself, looking for an unused condom wrapper.

One of her paws grabbed his wrist, darting away from her ears for long enough to guide his palm upwards to cup her D-cup breasts. He got the message and groped her tit hard, rubbing the soft pad of his thumb over her stiff nipple in tight circuits that had her barking in utter ecstasy.

"Not yet, stud! Fuck, One more one more please please- Ohfuck!" She howled to the ceiling as his tongue drove in deep, lathering and slobbering on her insides like he was some great feral beast just trying to cram as much of his tongue in her cunt as he could. His jaws stretched, lips and teeth grazing her clit, and that was all it took.

Liz's body went into spasms, tightening up like a mechanic's vice as she seized on his tongue like she was trying to crush the feline's invading muscle. Her eyes rolled backwards and for a moment, her riding of his face slowed, motions unsteady before, finally, she collapsed sideways onto the beanbag with a blissed-out sigh of pleasure. Her leg kicked reflexively, like a good, tongue-fucked silly collie.

Mav just grinned, taking a deep breath. He licked his lips clean of the canine's fem-cum and flavour, rumbling deep in his throat. His paw fumbled beside himself and fetched his almost forgotten beer. He drained it to quench the thirst that had built up in him, but even as his eyes roamed over the fucked silly collie, there was a sight he didn't expect to see.

A figure darted out of sight in the window and a moment later, there was a quiet knock on the door.

"Itsss... Whosss there Mav? Tell 'em to fuck off. You're busy." Liz growled, her paw making a vague swipe towards the direction of the hallway and the front door, annoyed that her imminent pounding would be delayed.

"Shut it, Spotty." He growled in warning as he stood up, wiping his face on his forearm. He marched over to the door, grinning as he looked through the peephole.

"What do you want Janet?"

"Oh, I uh... Saw you were home Maverick, and thought maybe you'd like some leftov-" The little brown and white spotted doe bleated in surprise as he pushed the door open, almost knocking her over. Her cheeks went as bright as her roses had been in the springtime when he'd first fucked the deer stupid into her living room carpet.

"Oh, I uh, Oh! You're..."

"Yeah, I'm naked. Very observant. Get inside unless you want the whole neighbourhood to get a good look at you ogling it. You didn't come here to feed me, slut." He growled and stepped aside.

Hurriedly and keeping her eyes turned downwards, the doe skittered inside as Maverick closed and locked the door again behind her.

"Living room. You want a beer, Janet?" He muttered, heading back to the kitchen to fetch himself another drink. His neighbour's wife gave another surprised squeak as she entered his living room.

"Oh, you have company, I- I really should go! This was a bad time and a mistake and-"

"Oh my god! He really did go and knock you up didn't he!? You didn't mention you fucking bred her Mav!" Liz seemed to be just having a wonderful fucking time finally meeting Janet as she laid eyes on the clearly showing doe. The deer's modest dress did nothing to hide the gentle swell of her belly.

"What... It's not his, It's James's child." Janet insisted stubbornly, albeit, quietly. Mav still heard her from the kitchen anyway.

"Yuh-huh, keep telling yourself. How many times did you ride his dick after you'd had mine? For all I know, it might be the coyote boy's pup. Can never tell when the mom is the street bicycle." Mav growled, though Janet just went cherry red in her face, finding the patterns in his carpet very interesting.

"It's a fawn. Ultrasounds have already shown that much."

"And? My dad was a Marten who picked the biggest lioness he could fuck. Still ended up with me."

"And so... what then? You're just going to come around here to fuck Mav on the side then? Leave dad at home?"

"Nah... I'd still fuck her in front of her cute little big deer boy. Jhonny's the biggest cuck this side of the Atlantic. He just doesn't know it's not his pup in her oven, does he? You fucked the Coyote bareback after too, huh?" Mav levelled the blunt accusation at Janet, who turned, as if to leave, stammering over her words.

"No, no I shouldn't have come here. This was a-" She started, but Mav interrupted her with a loud chuff, clicking his tongue. He snapped the lip off another beer on one of his fangs.

"Sit down, Janet. Take your fucking dress off. I can tell you need it. I can smell it on you from here, and I've had my face in Liz's snatch all morning." He walked over, and with a gentle yet firm nudge, pushed her onto the beanbag next to Liz. The collie at once wrapped her paws around the doe's chest, taking a palm full of her breasts with a giddy giggle.

"Oh wow, you can feel how full they are already. You're going to have some really nice milkers on you by the time you're ready to pop!"

"Yeah she is, aren't you Janet?" Maverick growled as he dropped to his knees. Liz helped pull the stammering nervous doe backwards onto her breasts, panting and licking along the edge of the prey species' neck with a low, seductive murmur.

"Will you be our new playmate? You seem like you'd be lots of fun. Promise I won't tell, Jan! I'm Liz!"

Janet, meanwhile was almost hyperventilating, but Maverick growled even as he was lifting her dress. Just like he'd suspected, nothing was covering her puffy, pink mound beneath. He bunched it around her waist, where Liz helpfully grabbed the garment and lifted it up and over Janet's head.

"I... Please. Just don't tell James. I shouldn't be here but it's..." She paused, going pink as Maverick's thick fingers trailed their way along the doe's inner thighs.

"It's what?" He stopped, his fingertips just on the edge of her pubic mound. The poor little doe was trapped between a pair of predators now, like a sacrificial lamb given to the wolves.

Janet huffed, looking away ashamedly.

"James doesn't want me like this. He's... Nervous and always making excuses, and Ieee!" She bleated, but the startled noise quickly turned into a moan as Mav forced two of his burly fingers into the second knuckle, twisting and pumping his wrist to gently frig her cunt with his digits.

"It's cause you're little cuck of a hubby doesn't know what the fuck is good. Pregnant bitches are always horny. Always wet too, all the extra hormones. Kinky little sluts like you don't need a shrimp dicked deer when you need to get fucked." He growled, forcing his digits into the hilt, and then adding a third on his next push while his thumb started running circles of the doe's nubby clit.

Janet let out a shuddering breath and clenched her eyes shut, moaning to the ceiling. Liz, not wanting to be left out, cupped the doe's tits in her paws, rolling her nipples between her fingers while she laid a little trail of kisses along the side of Janet's neck. Across the deer's shoulder though, her eye's met the sabertoothed tiger's, and in her gaze was all manner of naughty intent. She wanted to fuck the doe just as much as Mav.

"That's why you come to me, isn't it, Janet? You want to get fucked properly. You don't want it gentle, or loving. You want to pop your slutty little cock like you're some teenage girl at prom night, doncha? And poor little Jackass doesn't have the balls to even know where to start."

"It... It's James, and- Nggh!~" Her whining protest was cut off as Mav pushed up against her G-spot deep inside with his fingers. He found the needy doe's cum button and mashed his fingers against it like a horny teenager mashed F5 waiting for his porn to load.

She came on the spot, and fucking hard as well. Janet was trembling like a leaf in a hurricane against his fingers, her moans panicky and broken at the sudden intensity while she soaked his paw in her needy bitch juices.

"Oh wow... Fuck that was hot. Her nips are like diamonds!" Liz giggled, the collie pinching and twisting the stiff nubs to make the sweet and proper housewife moan like a whore in heat. Janet's ears folded down in dismay, ashamed and humiliated that she enjoyed the treatment so much.

"P-please! No more, I have to get back."

No doubt her tiny stag had never fucking made her moan like that. It was a wonder she'd even let his pencil dick near her if it wasn't for the money. He thumbed her clit again and started rocking his paw, and at once, her protests died behind sultry moans and whines, her body squeezing around his thick fingers.

"There, see? No shame in it. You just need something, and I can provide it. You want me to fuck you again? You gotta do something for me."

"I... W-what do you want?" Janet huffed, still trembling softly while Mav continued to gently plumb her insides with his fingers.

"Nope. I'll let you know what when I'm done. Spread her Liz." Maverick growled, shuffling up between the doe and collie's spread legs. He slipped his fingers free of her needy, cheating cunt, instead replacing them with the barb-covered head of his log of cockmeat.

He was leaking precum everywhere already, but he'd been painfully hard for almost half an hour now, not to mention that his nose was filled with the scent of bitch in heat. Before the day was done, his fur was going to be ingrained with the scents of three separate sluts, two of them more willing than the third.

That was fine though. Janet would come around once he hilted her again. He wasted no time, not giving the needy doe a second chance to reconsider her position. Liz pushed down on the tip of his cock, lining him up with the housewife's slit before he pushed forward.

Delightfully hot and wet friction greeted his cock as he pushed deeper into the pregnant doe's snatch, thrusting quickly to get himself nice and lodged in her. When he pulled back the first time, she gasped. He'd always used a condom before! She'd not actually been able to feel a bare feline's barbs along her inner walls, raking and dragging at the hypersensitive nerves.

"W-Wait! Mav, cond-"

"You're already knocked up, slut. Just enjoy getting barebacked. Liz!" He growled as he thrust back into the hilt. The collie silenced Janet's protests with a twist of her head, kissing the oh-so-proper house slut hotly on the lips while moaning into it. One of her paws massaged the doe's milky breasts while the other caressed the smooth round of her growing belly.

Damn if that wasn't a fucking hot sight though. Maverick grinned, one paw taking a firm grasp of Janet's hip to steady his pounding thrusts as he snatched his phone up in his free paw, and quickly opened the camera.

"Smile, sluts." He purred. The resulting photo was gorgeous, Liz and Janet locked in a heated kiss while Mav's thick cock split the doe in half at the bottom of the frame. Oh, that would be a keeper to send to Jonas if the stag ever pissed him off again.

"Mrpfh! W-wait, you- No more photos!"

"Maybe I want it for me. Gotta show the 'yote bitch what we've been up to as well." Mav growled, sharing a naughty grin with Liz as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, bucking into the pregnant, married cunt he was busy ruining. His thick girth stretched the doe far more than any other male, making her whimper and moan in a mix of pleasure and shame. He relished in her inner battle, not wanting to cheat but also not wanting to give up the sabertooth's cock.

His hips slapped off the doe's thighs messily, a mix of precum and lust messing both of their furs as his quickening thrusts made to sweet, slutty doe bit down on her lip to quiet her whorish moaning. Her hands gripped Liz's thighs beside her own like a handrail and clung on for dear life! Mav was claiming her like a proper bitch. His scent was already all over the doe to mark her as another one of his sluts. She would have to wash hard if she wanted to hide the smell before her little cuck stag returned for lunch.

He could feel himself bottoming out quickly in her swollen cunt, the doe's passage gripping him like a hot, wet glove. His barbs were flaring more with each thrust until pulling back became difficult. That was fine though. Maverick knew exactly where he wanted to dump this load.

"Ahh, not inside please! I-" She started to protest between moans and bleats of pleasure. Her enjoyment was as plain as day, as were the little pushes of her hips she was giving back against him. Liz grinned at the sabertooth across Janet's shoulder, shooting him a wink.

The collie pulled herself forward, wrapping her arms and legs around Maverick to pin the little doe helplessly between their naked bodies. Liz's thrusting hips ground her sopping canine sex against Janet's ass and pushed the hapless doe onto the tiger's bitch breeder. His cocktip jumped and twitched against the cheating deer's cervix, smearing her with his virile precum. His barbs flared fully, holding him in deep as his peak rose like a sweeping wave.

"Ahh, Fuck- Too late for that Janet. Lucky you've already got a bastard in there, 'cause this ain't going anywhere else!" He growled. Instinct took over as he thrust in a frenzied state, his heavy nutsack pulling up tight against his sheath. Cum bubbled up along the length of his impaling cock, before firing like a hose to cover and paint the cervine's cervix with his seed. Messy, off-white cum trickled from the tight seal between them, leaking from Janet's cunt down onto Liz's thighs. The doe moaned and bucked, losing herself to another orgasm the lecherous sabertoothed tiger had forced from her.

"Oh, oh fuck that's hot! Fill her up nice and good! I bet he'd have made you swell if you weren't already..." Liz rumbled, her paws stroking over the faint bulge in the doe's belly, tracing the line that Mav's cock pierced into the doe's very core with her dainty fingertips. The collie's tongue hung from her muzzle in a hot, lusty pant as she felt each throb of his shaft as he dumped those hefty balls' contents within the cheating doe.

"Ahhh... There you go. So much better without the fuckin' rubber, isn't it slut?" Maverick growled, the smilodon tearing himself free from the doe's cunt with a wet slurp, dragging his barbs from her well fucked body. Cum dribbled along her thighs while Mav spent the last jets of his climax across the cheating housewife's belly. He stroked his pink feline prick in his paw a few times before he wiped the last of his peak into the soft fur covering the doe's spread legs.

Janet's eyes were rolled back, huffing quietly with a glazed-over 'fucked silly' look on her features. Mav just chuckled.

"Go ahead and lay her on the beanbag till she comes around." He grinned at his thoughts as he rummaged through the doe's dress, flicking her phone unlocked. He snapped a quick picture of her leaking, messy cunt, and scrawled through her contacts for a second.

"Don't tell me you're going to send that to the Buck-head?" Liz giggled, cheekily sliding out from under the doe after giving the still-recovering Janet a peck on the cheek.

"Nah... I think her other special friend might appreciate this glamour shot more." Mav laughed darkly as he attached the photo to the message destined for "Angela (Cousin)".

You want a piece before hubby shows up? I'll be waiting~

He hit send and tucked the doe's phone away before he bunched up Janet's dress and tossed it over her chest.

"Well, that was a good warm-up, but you ought to get outta here Janet before you get in more trouble than you already are." He grunted. The doe shook her head as she blearily pulled her dress back across her body, her legs like jello as she tried to stand.

"I... shouldn't have let you do that. I should-"

"Ahhh, should have, would have, didn't. You know what you wanted coming here. If you ever need a fix that your little bitch of a stag won't give you..." Mav helped her up, and slowly walked the swollen, dripping doe to the door. She made no attempts to fight him, and even as he ushered her outside, she looked back at him with an odd mix of anxiousness and desire.

"You know where I live."

He slammed the door shut. Mav returned to the fridge and fetched himself a fresh beer.

"Damn Mav, you're fucking cold as ice. Fucking a married woman and turning her out like that." Liz giggled, wrapping her arms around the smilodon from behind. Her paws teasingly rubbed at his cum-matted sheath, fingers slipping past the fat covering to tease his retreated cockhead. She quickly temped his length back out from hiding.

"Hey, I'm not the one who's trying to play pure and clean while fucking my neighbours. I know exactly what the fuck I am. It's these smug and prissy fucks who need a good lay, and to stop trying to be better than everyone else." He muttered with a pleasured growl. His hips thrust into her paws as she wrapped her dainty collie fingers around his quickly hardening cock. They didn't even reach all the way around his girth.

"Mhhmm... So you gonna fuck me like that now?" Liz growled playfully, half turning to shake her ass at the sabertooth.

He turned quickly, grabbing her wrists and pinning the canine to the wall as he forced his tongue down her throat. Her tail wagged like an excited pup at the promise of a nice, rough fuck.

"Over the couch, slut. You want me to dick you down before your yelpy bitch gets back? You've got it."