{"sf1_id":2242827,"sf2_id":"r17yP5jm","title":"Skirt Show","author":"Kandrel","words":3315,"posted_at":"2025-04-11T21:35:02.000Z","tags":["Alien","Anal","Barbs","Bisexual","Bondage","Bulge","Coyote","Cum","Deep Penetration","Dog","Exhibitionism","Feral","Fossa","Hidden Sex Act","Incest","Knot","Knotting","M/F","M/M","M/M/F","Messy","Not just a river in egypt","Oral","Pain","Sci-Fi","Skirt","Twincest","Two knots","Two knots and barbs","Vaginal","Voyeurism","Wet","What the fuck even are fossas","unseen sex act"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2242827-skirt-show","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/r17yP5jm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e5/31/e5310a86-70da-4dec-a778-b5536410ca51","description":"For all those people who were hoping for an encore. Fine. Okay. You got me. I really sort of like these characters. Will I write more after this? /shrug! Did I even mean to write this one? /doubleshrug! I just had a scene in mind, and these two kinksters just fit it perfectly. Also, say hello to Marcelius.","content":"“Okay, Kyrie.\u0026nbsp; Hah hah.\u0026nbsp; You got me.\u0026nbsp; Now let me go.”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSilence answered.\u0026nbsp; It was what I’d expected to be honest, but it’d be worth a shot.\u0026nbsp; The room was dark.\u0026nbsp; Why did they even have equipment like this aboard the Princess.\u0026nbsp; Okay, stupid question.\u0026nbsp; It was here for the same reason there were “shared accomodations” to bunk with the exotic aliens on our luxury cruise.\u0026nbsp; Because there were kinky fuckers like that out there.\u0026nbsp; Like that?\u0026nbsp; No, like my sister, Kyrie.\u0026nbsp; Like me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe glum realisation that the room had been made for people like me brought me no solace.\u0026nbsp; “Accepting my kinkiness” still left me tied to the chair.\u0026nbsp; And it wasn’t an ordinary chair either, no.\u0026nbsp; Of course it wasn’t.\u0026nbsp; It was one of those kneeling chairs, where I was forced to lean forward.\u0026nbsp; The knee rests were comfortable, but the middle of the chair split to open itself for access, so both my crotch and my rump were easily available to the room.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hope she hadn’t been planning this with Apollo.\u0026nbsp; He was cute.\u0026nbsp; Don’t get me wrong, he was intensely cute.\u0026nbsp; Long body, smart face, clever ears, and four agile little legs.\u0026nbsp; Definitely “boyfriend” material, or at least “friend with constant and sloppy benefits”, if it weren’t for the fact that he was also hung like a nightmare.\u0026nbsp; Longer than I was, barbed, and not one, but two knots.\u0026nbsp; Stupid fossas.\u0026nbsp; I loved the squeaking noises he made when I’d grabbed him behind his second knot and he’s cum all over my side.\u0026nbsp; And oh holy hells, was I not prepared to try and take him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTrust in my little devil of a sister to get me stuck in situations like this.\u0026nbsp; She’d always been a teasing trickster, but ever since I’d made it clear that perhaps relations between the two of us weren’t as taboo as she’d originally though, she’d been an actual menace.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFirst, she and Athena (my own squirmy companion for this luxury cruise) had pinned me with the bedsheets and taken turns with me while Apollo just watched.\u0026nbsp; Then the next day she’s sat in my lap in the “Towerfall” ride and dared me to knot her on the way down.\u0026nbsp; And later, she’d gotten me hard in the public pool up on the low-gravity deck.\u0026nbsp; Her only apology had been a messy blowjob in the public shower afterwards.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI thought we’d get in trouble.\u0026nbsp; Each time, I was sure one of those omnipresent security cameras would pick us out of the crowd.\u0026nbsp; As she stood up from my lap while exiting the ride and left me with cum-stains on my sheath.\u0026nbsp; When all of the fellow passengers had giggled as I dashed from the pool with my knot out.\u0026nbsp; Wasn’t this all against the rules?\u0026nbsp; Weren’t we going to be kicked off the cruise?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut as time went on, my sister had pointed out the details that I’d been too oblivious to notice.\u0026nbsp; A bunny couple exiting the water slide and depositing a condom in the bins next to the exit pool.\u0026nbsp; Two almost identical-looking foxes snuggled up on a sun-lounge, and the subtle quivering of tail to indicate that one of them was currently cumming.\u0026nbsp; The slim puff of a lion’s tail sticking out from under the tablecloth as his husband attempted to stutter out an order to the bemused waiter.\u0026nbsp; Technically, we were breaking the rules.\u0026nbsp; And so was everyone else.\u0026nbsp; So calm down, puppy, and enjoy the cruise.\u0026nbsp; That was Kyrie’s words.\u0026nbsp; So I did.\u0026nbsp; Or at least, I tried.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA light clicked on.\u0026nbsp; Kyrie was in the room too, separated from me by a pane of glass.\u0026nbsp; She laughed, but I couldn’t hear her.\u0026nbsp; Beneath the spotlight illuminating her she winked at me.\u0026nbsp; God damn, she was hot.\u0026nbsp; A week ago that would have been a heretical thought I would have made myself feel guilty for.\u0026nbsp; Now?\u0026nbsp; It was just the truth.\u0026nbsp; Lovely tan fur, over her almost lanky frame.\u0026nbsp; She was all bones, though she’d acquired just a little bit of pudge from the rich dinners we’d been having every night on the cruise.\u0026nbsp; Maybe not traditionally hot, now that I thought about it, but she was hot to me, and right now that’s what mattered.\u0026nbsp; She had that sort of coyote body that made everything she did look only halfway intentional and always slightly comical, but that only endeared me to her even more.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Okay Kyrie.\u0026nbsp; Very funny.\u0026nbsp; Now want to untie me?”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe made a shrugging motion and pointed at her ears.\u0026nbsp; Ah, she couldn’t hear me, either.\u0026nbsp; She put her hands on the glass and leaned forward, giving me a rather lewd glare.\u0026nbsp; Ah.\u0026nbsp; Yeah, this was probably all to the plan anyway.\u0026nbsp; I had the feeling that freedom was not forthcoming.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe danced away from the glass, and I noticed that she was wearing a skirt.\u0026nbsp; A skirt, really?\u0026nbsp; I’d never seen her wearing pants of any kind.\u0026nbsp; Why the skirt now?\u0026nbsp; Did she know?\u0026nbsp; Of course she knew.\u0026nbsp; We knew everything about each other, so my secret love of girls in skirts was probably not so secret.\u0026nbsp; Not that I’d ever tried to hide it from her, really, but I can’t remember it ever having come up in conversation.\u0026nbsp; “Hi brother!\u0026nbsp; Would you like to tell me what kind of girls you masturbate to?”\u0026nbsp; Yeah, not much of a chat topic.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut accidental or intentional, I can’t deny it was effective.\u0026nbsp; Plaid and garish, it swirled around her waist as she spun.\u0026nbsp; It lifted as it ballooned out, showing thigh.\u0026nbsp; That was the appeal of a skirt in the first place.\u0026nbsp; It was more about what it concealed than what it revealed.\u0026nbsp; Sometimes, it was good to let the imagination do the work.\u0026nbsp; I could imagine underneath, she—\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh, yeah, she was naked beneath it.\u0026nbsp; Her tail went up and I caught just a little hint of pink as her waist bent.\u0026nbsp; Hell, I was poking out of my sheath, wasn’t I?\u0026nbsp; With the design of the chair, she could see it, too.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue was out and she was panting.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nClick, and another spotlight flared to life.\u0026nbsp; There was someone else in there with her.\u0026nbsp; Four-legged.\u0026nbsp; Tall and lanky.\u0026nbsp; Short-furred and canid.\u0026nbsp; He was a beast of a dog, with pert ears and drooped jowls.\u0026nbsp; His pelt was white, except for black spots that pattered his back and face.\u0026nbsp; And he was male.\u0026nbsp; Proudly male.\u0026nbsp; Drooping sheath and dripping lipstick male.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo question this was part of the show, but was my sister surprised?\u0026nbsp; Of course she wasn’t.\u0026nbsp; She bent over to rub his head.\u0026nbsp; Bent over, tail up and showing me her dripping slit beneath the skirt.\u0026nbsp; While her hands rubbed the dog’s jowls and pulled his snout up.\u0026nbsp; Where she kissed him.\u0026nbsp; Long and deep, she kissed him.\u0026nbsp; She lapped at his lips, and he licked her whiskers.\u0026nbsp; She opened her mouth and he dived in. His tongue bulged her cheeks outward.\u0026nbsp; The big dog’s hips rolled, and an eager tip pistoned out of his sheath and bobbled in the air.\u0026nbsp; It squirted precum on to the ground so voluminous and watery that I wondered if he’d instead been marking his property.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKyrie stood up and faced the glass again.\u0026nbsp; She looked down at me.\u0026nbsp; Of course I was getting hard.\u0026nbsp; What did she expect?\u0026nbsp; She smiled and licked her lips.\u0026nbsp; Right, of course.\u0026nbsp; That’s what she’d been hoping for.\u0026nbsp; I was still adapting to life where that kind of response was not just welcomed but intended.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then her skirt jittered as the big dog’s nose stuck itself up beneath it.\u0026nbsp; Oh hell.\u0026nbsp; Was this her plan?\u0026nbsp; No wonder she needed me tied up, because I would have stood no chance of resisting this.\u0026nbsp; In the silence of the glass separating us, all I could see was the shivering of my sister’s thighs as she was licked.\u0026nbsp; A thick glob of liquid drooled from locations hidden behind her skirt.\u0026nbsp; Then the strand broke, and it splashed to the ground between her spread legs.\u0026nbsp; I struggled with the chair, searching for any way to give myself some attention, but failed.\u0026nbsp; It was firmly attached to the ground, and I was firmly attached to it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith the big dog’s head turned upwards, I could see his throat.\u0026nbsp; Every few seconds, his muscles tensed and throat rippled as he sent his tongue up into my sister.\u0026nbsp; At a second’s delay, I could see the tension of the pelt over her flat belly ripple as well.\u0026nbsp; I imagined I could see his tongue, as long as my dick and curling as it delved to her utter depths.\u0026nbsp; Of course, I couldn’t.\u0026nbsp; The skirt worked its magic.\u0026nbsp; I couldn’t even see her being stretched wide around the tongue, though that was happening in my imagination, too.\u0026nbsp; Instead, I had to connect the dots, with just the vision of the dog’s head seeking up between her thighs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nKyrie quivered—one of those whole-body shivers I’d started to become familiar with.\u0026nbsp; The dog’s head pulled back, and I saw liquid dripping from his jaws.\u0026nbsp; Then a pressurized stream of my sister’s ejaculate splatter against his head.\u0026nbsp; The dog gave me a gap-jawed smile as my sister squirted over him, then started to clean his lips with expressive smacks of his jowls.\u0026nbsp; Eyes closed as my sister shivered again, and another long spray hit his forehead and splashed off his ears.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen he was up on her back.\u0026nbsp; Her spine bowed beneath him.\u0026nbsp; His head popped over her shoulder.\u0026nbsp; She turned her head to the side and laughed, before she started licking her own fem-cum off of his face.\u0026nbsp; He was sticking out floppily from his sheath, with a tip that put me to shame.\u0026nbsp; Droplets joined the puddle my sister’s peak had made beneath her.\u0026nbsp; As his fores caught her hips, his cock jumped forwards from his sheath.\u0026nbsp; It pointed towards me, just beneath the concealment of her skirt.\u0026nbsp; A gush painted the glass and dripped down to join the growing pool of sexual fluids.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA moment later, that juicy tip flexed upwards and disappeared behind the skirt.\u0026nbsp; Fores gripped and tugged.\u0026nbsp; My sister curled her fingers against the glass.\u0026nbsp; I could see a smooth bulge travel upwards through my sister’s belly fur.\u0026nbsp; Liquid squirted backwards from the hidden action behind my sister’s cruelly concealing apparel.\u0026nbsp; In my mind—and only in my mind—I imagined how that thick monster of a cock was forcing her own lubricants back out as it squeezed inside.\u0026nbsp; The front of her skirt bumped foward as a swinging pair of nuts pushed it.\u0026nbsp; Did I catch just a momentary glimpse of the action?\u0026nbsp; Was it just my imagination that I’d caught just a flicker of light beneath the skirt?\u0026nbsp; A hint of wide-stretched pussy lips?\u0026nbsp; A tease of knot grinding against it?\u0026nbsp; Maybe.\u0026nbsp; I imagined that I had.\u0026nbsp; It was hotter in my mind, that way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI saw my sister gasping.\u0026nbsp; There was a further bulge in her belly fur right down near her crotch where the big dog’s knot had slipped in.\u0026nbsp; Even without sound, I could tell he was growling in her ear.\u0026nbsp; She shivered.\u0026nbsp; He started to hump, and she came again around his knot.\u0026nbsp; It dripped from the hem of her skirt and flowed in a rivulet from the gap between her thighs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI rocked needily.\u0026nbsp; Just a touch.\u0026nbsp; Just a whisper of a hand.\u0026nbsp; Just anything, and I was going to cum, myself.\u0026nbsp; I whined.\u0026nbsp; I bit the frame of the chair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen I felt someone behind me.\u0026nbsp; A curious nose lifted and touched my dangling nutsack.\u0026nbsp; A husky feminine voice rose from between my spread knees.\u0026nbsp; “Don’t you worry.\u0026nbsp; We didn’t forget you.”\u0026nbsp; Oh, Athena.\u0026nbsp; She knew exactly what I needed, and when.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn front of me, the dog on my sister’s back bit her scruff.\u0026nbsp; The liquid dripping from behind her skirt grew translucent and milky.\u0026nbsp; Beneath me, Athena’s tongue curled around one of my testicles.\u0026nbsp; Then she nosed my taint, and her licking pushed against my tail pucker.\u0026nbsp; I struggled against the chair, but their bindings were too well tied.\u0026nbsp; I groaned.\u0026nbsp; Athena licked.\u0026nbsp; My sister dripped.\u0026nbsp; And I was so close.\u0026nbsp; I could hear the fossa beneath me giggling as she licked.\u0026nbsp; My useless squirming amused her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd as I wriggled in my bonds, the dog on my sister’s back tugged and untied.\u0026nbsp; It gushed, then drooled and then dripped from behind her ruined skirt down into the puddle.\u0026nbsp; Then Kyrie, ever the imp, turned around.\u0026nbsp; She bent to lick the dog’s sloppy face, while her tail lifted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer stretched and glazed puffy lips strained as dog cum flowed out of her.\u0026nbsp; She leaned back, and her gaped entrance kissed the glass.\u0026nbsp; Beneath me, the fossa licking my tailhole chirped as I clenched.\u0026nbsp; I even felt the chair budge as I tried to hump.\u0026nbsp; I came.\u0026nbsp; Still only three-quarters out of my sheath, my shaft pulsed upwards from its floppy droop to squirt hotly up over the glass.\u0026nbsp; It dripped down where her rear end was pressed to it, forming rivulets over the invisible barrier right where her drooling cookie was smushed against it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBelow me, Athena was thorough.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue left me slick and loose as I squirted.\u0026nbsp; Spent and sated, my sister dropped onto shaky knees in the puddle she’d made.\u0026nbsp; The big dog dropped his head into her lap and gazed up at her adoringly as she rubbed his cum-slicked ears.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd a new spotlight blinked to life.\u0026nbsp; On me.\u0026nbsp; I felt a pair of feet hop up onto my back.\u0026nbsp; A clever muzzle peeked over my shoulder.\u0026nbsp; I struggled against the bonds.\u0026nbsp; Oh no no NO.\u0026nbsp; “Apollo, no!”\u0026nbsp; In front of me, my sister had one hand on her ruined skirt, droooping down over her slit, and the other on the dog’s floppy sheath.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAt least his tip was comfortably slim as he pushed it past his sister’s tongue and up into my rump.\u0026nbsp; “No?”\u0026nbsp; He breathed into my ear.\u0026nbsp; Then he nipped it.\u0026nbsp; I shivered.\u0026nbsp; Oh hell, I was going to regret this.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Maybe?”\u0026nbsp; I breathed.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Don’t you mean ‘Apollo, yes’?”\u0026nbsp; He crooned against my neck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Okay, fine.\u0026nbsp; Yes.\u0026nbsp; Fuck.\u0026nbsp; Yes.\u0026nbsp; Please.\u0026nbsp; Be gentle.”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Always”\u0026nbsp; He sighed against my shoulder as his sister’s tongue helped me stretch around the bulge of his first knot.\u0026nbsp; I winced and leaned forward in the chair.\u0026nbsp; My sister laughed and said something to the dog.\u0026nbsp; He must have said something funny back, because she laughed even harder and flipped her skirt up so she could slide two fingers into herself.\u0026nbsp; They displaced another dribble of dog cum.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe girth hit me like a brick.\u0026nbsp; You’d think a coyote that swung both ways like me would be used to knot.\u0026nbsp; But here I was, tied to a chair, and about to be tied to a fossa, and damn I could not relax enough to get the first one into me.\u0026nbsp; Apollo laughed.\u0026nbsp; His sister put a forepaw on my rim and tugged at it.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue slid between his knot and my pucker.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen it finally slipped, I saw stars.\u0026nbsp; I didn’t know how my sister handled it so easily.\u0026nbsp; In my ear, Apollo was whispering “Good boy.”\u0026nbsp; His sister had given up rimming me and was now trying to stuff her mouth around my tip.\u0026nbsp; I’d only just cum, but boy this pair was going to remedy that quickly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nApollo throbbed.\u0026nbsp; For any normal dick that’d just be a pleasant bonus if I could feel it.\u0026nbsp; With a fossa?\u0026nbsp; Instant sensation.\u0026nbsp; Overwhelming.\u0026nbsp; Painful, maybe?\u0026nbsp; It was those spines.\u0026nbsp; I felt them spread against my inner walls and drag.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Oog, uh, careful, brother-mine.\u0026nbsp; I felt him squirm from that.”\u0026nbsp; Beneath me, Athena rubbed my belly with her forepaws while her tongue lapped at my sheath.\u0026nbsp; I must have really been wriggling if she realized how overstimulating that had been.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn my back, Apollo huffed against my neck.\u0026nbsp; “Don’t worry.\u0026nbsp; I don’t think the second one is going to be necessary.\u0026nbsp; Fuck.”\u0026nbsp; That last he whispered into my ruff with a sharply exhaled breath.\u0026nbsp; His fores grasped at my sides.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“If you thought that was intense, I think I’m about to cum.\u0026nbsp; Ready for me?\u0026nbsp; It’s gonna be even more…\u0026nbsp; Well, more.”\u0026nbsp; The feral paramour mounted over my back whispered into my ear.\u0026nbsp; I nodded for him.\u0026nbsp; He bit my ear.\u0026nbsp; Cock throbbed in my rump, followed by the barbs.\u0026nbsp; I squealed and saw white.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhen my sight cleared and I could feel again, I was swimming in hormones.\u0026nbsp; Some of them were endorphins.\u0026nbsp; Ow.\u0026nbsp; Ow ow ow.\u0026nbsp; Oh fuck, I was going to be sitting strange for a few days.\u0026nbsp; Some of them were dopamine.\u0026nbsp; Sometime during that assault on my senses, I think I’d cum again.\u0026nbsp; Athena appeared from beneath me.\u0026nbsp; Her head was covered in slim strands of spunk.\u0026nbsp; Yup.\u0026nbsp; That explains the feel-goods.\u0026nbsp; She stood on her hind legs so she could kiss me, then so she could rub her head against my neck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nApollo’s fores gripped spastically at my sides.\u0026nbsp; There was another throb—this time much less overstimulating, and I felt the warm rush of his peak filling me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn the far side of the glass, my sister was blissed out where she leaned back against the dog.\u0026nbsp; She was quivering—apparently my show had given her another good time.\u0026nbsp; The dog was licking her face.\u0026nbsp; He’d retreated back into his sheath already, and my sister’s hand was just lazily groping at loose fur as her fingers drew a few last squirts of her enthusiasm.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe whole scene descended to lazy afterglow, all five of us panting and recovering from our enjoyment.\u0026nbsp; Except for Athena, perhaps.\u0026nbsp; I’d have to make it up to her later.\u0026nbsp; Though I hadn’t exactly been in a position to help her out right now.\u0026nbsp; I decided that wasn’t my fault.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll that was interrupted by a softly pulsing red light.\u0026nbsp; The fossas were the first to intuit its purpose.\u0026nbsp; Presumably this wasn’t their first time.\u0026nbsp; Apollo untied my hands while trying to carefully untie his cock.\u0026nbsp; Athena took care of my legs and helped me up off my knees.\u0026nbsp; I made it on the second try.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOut of it and not really paying attention, my sister only realized what was going on when the cleaner drones carefully prodded her.\u0026nbsp; They needed to get to the puddle she’d made, so the room could be ready for the next group.\u0026nbsp; Hell, not only did rooms like this exist for kinky fuckers like me, but there was a waiting list for its use.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith some assistance, I hobbled to the exit the fossas specified.\u0026nbsp; It exited into a long corridor with doors on the opposite wall.\u0026nbsp; Each one had a panel with names on it.\u0026nbsp; Kyrie met us outside, along with her new canid friend.\u0026nbsp; I introduced myself by scratching his ears.\u0026nbsp; He licked my nuts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“Here we are.”\u0026nbsp; Athena called out, and I followed.\u0026nbsp; There were our names, all five of us (apparently the dog’s name was Marcelius.)\u0026nbsp; Shower unit.\u0026nbsp; Reservation for 1.5 hours.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n“That long?\u0026nbsp; I know I’m pretty dirty, but I don’t think it’ll take—“\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy sister put a finger to my muzzle.\u0026nbsp; It smelled of metallic dog cum.\u0026nbsp; “Shush.\u0026nbsp; Only the last fifteen minutes if for cleaning up.”\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was still figuring out the math when the dog pushed me through the door.\u0026nbsp; Steam enveloped me.\u0026nbsp; My sister grabbed me by the sheath and pulled me in.\u0026nbsp; Apparently our scheduled activities had only just begun.","series":{"name":"Interstellar Cruise","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2226727-holiday-blues.json"}}