Four-Way Tag-Team Backstage Rumble 2
Story by ottersintrousers on SoFurry
A sequel to https://www.sofurry.com/view/1996608
The foursome move to the showers to clean up, but Laura's heat still needs more.
Starring:
Laura Amani, honey badger cis woman
Erika Amani, honey badger trans woman
Amata Winters, silverback gorilla cis woman
Terry Sinclaire, fox cis man
Written as a commission for user Riath_sin, https://riath-sin.sofurry.com/
Four-way Tag-Team Backstage Rumble
by OttersInTrousers
written as a commission for user Riath_sin, https://riath-sin.sofurry.com/
Minutes pass quietly as the trio cuddle.
Then Terry speaks. “Well, I think after all that, we could all use a good shower.”
It’s a communal shower, so thankfully there’s plenty of space for all four of them—not that Erika and Laura are actually using any of that space. They haven't fully disentangled since the floor fuck, having held hands the whole way, and now press their sides together, giggling and shoving at one another as they struggle to wash under the same nozzle.
“Shit, you packed me full.” Laura takes a moment to hold her pussy lips apart, one hand braced on the wall with her thighs spread, allowing a tide of cum to sluice from her channel and to the shower floor.
“I sure fuckin’ did,” Erika purrs into her ear. “I'll do it again, too, if ya like.” She grinds in against her twin’s ass, hardon pressed between her cheeks.
“Ah, don’t tempt me like that, you know I’ll give in.” Laura presses her ass back into Erika’s groin. “At least let me wash.”
“You can wash once I fill you again,” Erika growls quietly into her ear. “Hell, I'll even help you with it.”
“Fine.” Laura turns herself in Erika's arms to face her, hug her around her neck. “But you better help.”
Erika pulls her hips back just enough to line up the tip of her foot-long cock with her sister's needy pussy, then pushes in, right to the hilt on her first stroke. Both moan and sigh. “Ohhhhh fuck yes that’s good.” She sets right into pounding Laura, wet fur clapping as her thighs meet her twin’s. “We’re never gonna be able to fuck with a condom again.” Her hands slide down from Laura's hips to cup her asscheeks, squeezing them.
“Right?” She hums and leans her head back against the shower wall as her sister rocks into her passage. “Whatever. I don’t wanna think right now I just want you to fill me up again.”
“Ung!” Erika slams her hips forward, hammering into her sister with gusto. “You got it.” Hardly slowing down, Erika slides her hands down from Laura's ass to the backs of her thighs. With a grunt she hefts her up, pressing her against the shower wall as she continues enthusiastically rutting her.
From the other side of the showers, Amata watches her girls going at it again, her fingers finding their way to her own pussy, toying with her clitoris, slipping one, then another, inside.
Terry glances over, catching sight of her rapid jilling.
“Want some help there, Ama?”
“Hm?” She blinks, turning her attention to him. “Oh. Please.”
Terry eases down to his knees in front of her with a grin, leaning into her beautiful hairless pussy. He is diligent and enthusiastic in his work, alternately using his tongue and a finger to plumb her depths while listening for her moans. His ears turn behind him as the twins reach a crescendo only a minute into him eating out Amata.
Laura's arms and legs tighten around Erika as they both tumble into orgasm. Despite how much Erika's already cum tonight, she still blasts enough into Laura to round out her belly, and leave no question as to her production.
The twins sag against the shower wall together catching their breath, Laura's paws finding the floor again. They stay there, breathing one another in, panting into one another's ear, until Erika goes flaccid enough to slip out. After a time, Laura finally turns her attention beyond the honey badger in her arms, and makes eye contact with her girlfriend. She smiles, smitten, then pushes against Erika.
“Hey, step back. I wanna eat our girlfriend out.” At the feeling of Erika's cock hardening between her thighs, her own lust surges anew. “—while you fuck me from behind again.”
It takes a bit of negotiating angles, but they eventually figure it out—Amata on the floor with her legs spread, Laura on her knees with her muzzle buried in Amata's pussy, and Erika behind Laura fucking her doggy style again.
What Laura lacks in care and attentiveness due to her heat, she makes up for in enthusiasm—she dives in with a gusto and ease that come from practice and experience with Amata's needs bolstered by how very horny her heat has her. Between Laura's tongue, how close she already was from Terry, and being able to look both of her girlfriends in the eye, Amata is swiftly rendered a panting, moaning mess. Her cries alternate between loving coos of “kotyonok” and raunchy pleading for “more!”
Not to be left out, Terry presses himself against Erika's back, muzzle sliding right by her ear so he can whisper, voice husky, “Filling your sister up again, Eri?” His right hand finds her swinging breast while his left slides down, below her tail to nestle into the valley of her ass. He clicks his tongue. “You’ve been together countless times before, including during her heat, and always been safe. What’s so different this time?” He presses his finger against her, and then in. “Luck? Our teasing? Drunkenness? Or have you been hoping to get inside her like this for longer?”
She clenches down around his probing digit as he finds her prostate. Unable to even find words, she just keeps humping and moaning.
“Hmm? Been thinking about trying to knock up your own twin? Excited to take another gamble?” He massages his finger in her ass, tweaks her nipple. “Let’s drain those balls, then, eh?”
Erika can't hold back. Between Terry’s dirty talk, his finger in her ass, Laura's hungry pussy, and Amata’s beautiful face as she careens into an orgasm, Erika doesn’t stand a chance.
“Thaaat’s it, let it all out.” He chuckles. “Right into your twin’s heated pussy.”
She doesn't just cum—she explodes.
They manage to actually get clean this time, thanks in no small part to Amata putting her foot down.
“Kotyata, you cannot keep this up!” She huffs, arms crossed, as she catches Erika and Laura groping one another again. When Laura turns to her, already preparing her best attempt at remorseful eyes, Amata continues. “Don't 'ya amar' me! Erika, that corner, Laura, that corner. Go! Now! I do not want to be late to the interview!” She watches them quietly separate before nodding her head emphatically and returning to her own bathing. By the end of her fussing, her Quebecker accent has become far more pronounced, and it takes her a moment to calm back down. “Maudites anglais,” she mutters to herself.
“Ta guelle estie,” comes Terry's teasing reply from beside her, as he reaches out to ruffle her hair and earn a swat from her.
Bodies cleaned and fur dried, they hurry through dressing—Laura and Erika won their match, so they will be expected to give an interview. Amata and Terry being the twins' trainers, they'll be present to field questions, run interference, and offer moral support.
Terry whistles low and long, in the middle of fastening his slacks, drawing the others' attention to himself, and then to where he's looking.
“You sure you can make it through the interview with your hog like that, Eri?” He gestures to Erika's crotch, where she's trying and failing to fit her monster down into her panties. She looks up and gives him a cross look.
“I'll be fine, Ter.” She goes back to trying to put her half-erect cock away. Amata, already back in her sports bra and compression shorts, pats her shoulder.
“You sure?” He almost sounds genuinely concerned, but they all know him well enough to recognize the teasing in his voice. “You'll be sitting right beside Lore for the whole thing.” He jerks his head towards Erika's twin, who has gotten distracted with her hand down her pants fingering herself as she watches Erika. When both honey badgers growl at him, he holds his hands up, placatingly. “I'm just saying, I don't want to see you both get banned from the league for going at it on the interview table in front of a crowd of reporters and fans.”
Erika pauses in the middle of her tuck to send a scowl his way, then with a sigh she gives up on fitting into her panties, now that she's back to full stiffness.
“Well then, Mr Concerned,” Erika starts, gripping the base of her cock and turning fully towards him. “Why don't you help us out?”
“Of course. Do you want me to suck you off?”
Erika scoffs. She reaches out to tug his pants loose, to drop to the floor at his paws, then leans in close.
“No, I want your ass.” She leans away to turn to Amata and Laura. “What do you say, girls? How about we 'punish' him for getting me too hard to go out and take care of ourselves in the process?”
They end up with Terry stripped back down, on his back on a bench, Erika between his thighs while the twins and their girlfriend discuss their positions. The muted slap of Erika's thighs against Terry's ass fills the silence between their words.
“Sorry, ya amar,” Laura offers. “I still haven't gotten enough, and Erika's cock is a little busy. You gonna be okay riding his face?”
Amata leans forward and down to rest her forehead against Laura's. “Of course I will be okay. I love you, kotyonok.”
Without slowing down, hips clapping against Terry's ass as she rails him, Erika softens.
“Ya helo, ya amar,” she calls, adoration in her eyes.
Amata practically vibrates with held-in energy, before grabbing both badgers in a fierce hug around their necks.
“Kotyata! My beautiful girls, I love you both so much!” She plants an emphatic kiss to their cheeks, first Erika then Laura, before letting them go.
Laura steps over beside Terry's hips as Amata makes her way to his head.
“Alright, bud, you ready to fuck my sister's cum right out my pussy?”
“I can only promise—” he hisses through his teeth and his cock throbs from Erika's efforts, “—that I'll do my best, Lore.”
Erika slows down just enough to keep from jostling him for a moment. Laura mounts his cock at the same time Amata straddles his muzzle, then she slides down, right to the base.
Erika picks right back up as soon as Laura and Amata are settled, and the trio make quick work of pleasing themselves with his body—not that he is entirely passive in this fuck frenzy. His hands roam up and down Laura's and Amata's bodies, holding their hips, squeezing their thighs, tracing the lines of their flexing abs, squeezing tits. And his muzzle is always hard at work pleasuring Amata's pussy—despite his moans and panting.
They're all various stages of exhausted by this point—the twins from their match, all four from several rounds of sex—and between that and the rush to finish before they're late, it doesn't take long for strides to break and climaxes to approach. Erika is the first to lose rhythm—her humping becoming erratic as she nears her peak. Her hands shoot up from where they've been on the bench to clutch at her twin's breasts as she leans into her. Amata surges forward to capture Erika's lips in a kiss, grinding her clit down against Terry's chin. As Terry's own orgasm approaches, his knot engorges, and Laura delights in knot-fucking herself, feeling her passage stretch further with each pass. With a grunt into Amata's mouth, Erika is the first to cum.
When Erika starts pumping cum into Terry's ass, Laura notices the immediate change in his posture—his entire body goes rigid underneath her, hips pushing up, but she stops herself, holds her hips just high enough to keep from taking his knot for the final time. She waits for an interminable moment as his cock throbs ominously inside her, then when she can't stand the anticipation any longer, she plunges down, slamming his knot into her heated pussy just in time for him to explode.
“Good boy,” Amata coos as he fills Laura. “That's it, mon chou.” She offers a soothing rub over his taut abs.
Terry's balls flex as he looses himself, cum firing in waves to add to the reservoir of Erika's cum already inside of Laura, leaking out around his knot to soak into his pubic fur. He groans into Amata's pussy, drawing her over the edge to squirt on his face and neck.
They all collapse in a fucked-out heap on top of Terry to catch their breath.
As they redress, Amata, Erika, and Laura chat with themselves and at Terry where he's still lying naked on the bench.
“Thanks, bud,” Laura says while buttoning her shirt. “That really did help!”
“Yeah, thanks, Ter.” Erika lightly slaps the side of his ass. “I think we'll make it through the interview now.”
As the twins leave, side by side with muscular arms linked, Amata pauses to bend down and pet Terry's head.
“Thank you, mon chou.” She straightens back up. “Catch up during the interview if you can!” She sets off to catch up with her girls.
Terry sighs out a long, low “fuuuuuuuck,” as he continues to lie on the bench, cum pooling beneath him and cooling in his fur. His thoughts turn suddenly to his wife, and what she might do to him if he just knocked up Laura, as the silhouette of a massive hyena woman appears in the doorway looking for him. “Merde.”