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Viv eventually woke up the next morning with the morning sun­shine playing over her face, and the vague smell of bacon cook­ing wafting past her nose. She yawned widely, stretched out with her usual sinuous grace, then rolled over onto her back. "Oh, yuck," she muttered when she realised a few seconds later that her butt was lying in a rather large puddle of cold semen. "Damn it, Serath!" she yelled.

"What did I do?" came the reply a few seconds later from the kitchen.

"Fill my arse with too much cum, ya bastard!" The feline threw back the blankets and rolled out of bed. Near the middle of the bed, staining the cerulean blue sheets, was a large, smeared puddle of cum. A matching patch was sticking her rump fur together.

"I'm a wolf! What did you expect?"

Viv's guts rumbled ominously, and she hurried to the toilet in­stead of giving an answer. When she came out a few minutes later, she went into the kitchen, still totally nude, and slipped her arms around her husband. "I dunno. I just felt like starting the morning with a good argument."

"Bah! You always do. Yet I never seem to win." Serath tried to pull away from Viv's grasp, but she held him firmly, sliding her hands over his chest and abdomen. "If you don't want your breakfast to burn, you'd better let me go."

Reluctantly Viv released him, but not before giving his sheath a firm grope. "Fair enough. I'll go change the sheets - again."

Serath turned and grinned. "Hey, you're the one who wanted to fuck again last night."

"Hmmph. I guess. You win this time, wuffy." Viv poked her tongue out at him before turning and going off to the bedroom to yank the sheets off.

"Makes a nice change," Serath muttered under his breath. He flipped the bacon over, shuffled it to one side of the pan, then started cracking eggs into the newly vacated space. When that was done he popped four slices of thick bread into the toaster and started them cooking.

Making the coffee proved to be a problem. "Uh, hon? We're out of coffee beans."

"What, again? Well, crap!" Viv came out of the bedroom with the soiled sheets balled up in her arms. "Do we have any in­stant?"

Serath did a quick check of the pantry. "Only decaf."

"Energy drinks?"

"Uh... I don't know." Serath opened the fridge and did a curs­ory inspection of the disorganised contents. "We have a can of Demon," he said, removing it and holding it up. "That's about it."

Viv shook her head and sighed. "Time to do some shopping, I guess." She wandered off to the garage, where the washing ma­chine and dryer were. "Got anything else that needs washing, love?"

"In the laundry hamper, where it usually is," Serath called back. He busied himself with tidying up the dishes from the last time they'd eaten, rinsing then stacking them beside the sink. The eggs and bacon were done by the time he'd finished, so he quickly grabbed a clean plate and transferred the food to it. The toast popped up with a loud metallic 'clang', startling him for the umpteenth time. Once he'd recovered from his momentary fright, he slathered margarine over the toast, dumped it onto her plate, then whisked it away to the rimu dining table. "Break­fast's up!"

For himself, Serath just made some more toast and a bowl of cornflakes, over which he poured some vanilla yoghurt. In lieu of coffee he made a cup of tea instead, dropping a teabag into a mug of cold water and microwaving it.

"I'll take care of it when the sheets are done," Viv said as she came to the table. She sat down and began tucking into her food.

Serath joined her when his tea was done. "So, what are your plans for the day?"

Viv swallowed her current mouthful before she replied. "I have a photo shoot at the studio later this morning, then I'm free later in the afternoon. What about you?"

"Some studying, some research at the library, then maybe some writing in the afternoon, I guess. Not a particularly inter­esting day."

"We could go shopping for more food. And maybe go looking for stuff to take on a weekend getaway," Viv suggested. "Two-person tent, portable stove, fishing rods... that kind of thing."

Serath pondered that for a moment. "Sounds good to me," he said with a nod. "And a map as well - I've never been to that part of the country. I do know that there's an old shipwreck from the Sixties along that coast, though."

"I'll take your word for it."

The two of them soon finished their breakfasts, and took their plates into the kitchen area to be washed. Though they had a dishwasher, Serath sometimes preferred to wash the dishes by hand, particularly in winter when his hands were often cold. Viv would often help, drying them and putting them away. This morning, though, she went back into the bedroom to put new sheets on and remake the bed. "Next time I ask you to fuck me in bed, could you say no?"

"Because you don't like spooge getting everywhere?" Serath replied.

"Nah, because I hate changing the sheets. It's a pig of a job with such a large bed."

"You're the one who insisted we get a king-sized bed for all our sexual needs."

There was a long pause, then Viv came out, leaning against the door frame. "I did not! I merely suggested that we consider fu­ture expansion of intimate endeavours."

"Or an orgy," Serath said with a grin, summing it up briefly. He pulled the plug in the sink, letting the water drain out with a loud gurgle. "Would you like some help?"

"If you wouldn't mind. The bed's so heavy I can't pull the damn thing out from the wall to tuck the sheet in properly."

Together they heaved the massive bed out, with some amount of grunting, and soon the bed was made up with a new set of burgundy fitted sheets. "Thanks, hon," Viv said once the bed was put back into position again. She sat down on its edge and sprawled out. "I feel knackered now."

"You'll get over it." Serath leaned over the bed to plant a kiss on his kitty's lips. "So when are you going out?"

Viv smiled at the kiss. "I need to be there at ten o'clock. What' s the time now?"

The wolf glanced over at the alarm clock sitting on his bedside table. "Half past nine."

"Jeez, I'd better get going, then." Viv hauled herself up onto her feet and went to the closet to rummage around in it. She came out with a low-cut claret dress with a V-neck and slits up the sides. "Think this'll wow the lads?"

"I would think so," murmured Serath. "It'd make my head turn if you walked past in the street."

"Thanks. And it shows up cum pretty well too." Viv winked and slipped into the dress, tugging it down over her hips. Then she snagged a matching pair of heeled shoes and fitted herself into them. She checked herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door, then gave her hair a quick brush through. "Right. I think I'm ready. Catch you this afternoon, hon. Should be finished by two o'clock." She gave Serath a little kiss on the cheek, then slank out of the room.

Serath followed her out, but only as far as the kitchen. "Have fun!"

"Count on it!" The door to the garage closed on Viv's words, and a short time later he heard the roar of the Merc's engine as she revved it up.

He fixed himself another cup of tea, then collected his text­books from his desk in the bedroom and sat at the dining table to settle in for a session of studying for his web development classes.

---

Viv pulled into one of the few parking spaces available for stu­dio employees and parked it just a few inches short of the wall. "One of these days I'm going to hit that wall," she mused to herself as she left the car. She locked the car and sauntered into the studio though the back entrance.

"Ah, you're here!" exclaimed a female zebra who'd apparently been waiting for her. Unusually, the zebra's white areas had been dyed a light shade of hot pink. "We were just about to call to see where you were."

"Sorry, Mel. There was an accident on my usual route, so traffic was held up for a while. I'm not too late am I?"

Mel shook her head, which caused the tiny bells braided into her mane to chime softly. "Not really. Nothing's ever on time anyway." She pointed with a well-manicured finger down the east corridor. "The Gold Room's ready for you."

"Cool. Thanks, Mel." Viv wandered down the indicated cor­ridor past several wooden doors until she got to one that had a large gold-painted star appliquéd to the door. She opened the door and stepped into the room, once again musing upon the irony of its name as she did so. It was a basically a huge sound stage containing several small sets mostly constructed to resemble bedrooms; two were built as a kitchen and bathroom. The only gold to be found was probably in someone's tooth. The activity this morning was concen­trated in the marine-themed set. The walls were painted in light teal, with shells, starfish, seahorses and other sea creatures sten­cilled over them in navy blue. The queen-sized bed had sea green sheets, and was covered with a duvet depicting a beach scene. A door and window were in one of the side walls. Beside it was a small oak bedside table, atop which was a hardcore porn mag.

Sitting in two wicker chairs were the guys who she would be working with, 'Third-Leg Allan' and 'Tiny'. Allan was a rhino, about six-foot-six, blue-eyed with spectacles, and known for the size of his equipment. Tiny was a short piebald pony with a sandy mane and braided tail, hazel eyes and a ready smile. He saw Viv approaching and waved in welcome. "Hiya! Glad you could make it."

"Traffic held me up," Viv explained as she stepped onto the set. She bent down to give Tiny a hug, then offered a kiss on the cheek to Allan. "Weren't getting too bored, were you?"

"Not really," Allan said with a shake of his head. "Gave them more time to get their equipment sorted, though." He gestured at the camera crew, who were still adjusting their cameras and light levels. "Ready yet, guys?"

One of the crew, a shaggy-looking coyote, looked up from his twiddling and grinned. "Think so! We'll just take a few demo shots to test first, then we'll get started."

Viv sat on the end of the bed to wait patiently. Until the cam­era crew had finished setting up, she chatted with her two coworkers about what they'd done in the past weekend.

"Okay, we're done," announced the coyote. "Places, people! Viv, you'll be on the bed. Tiny, Allan, you'll be waiting at the door to be let in later."

"Finally," Tiny muttered as he pushed himself up out of his chair. "I was getting blue balls sitting there."

Everyone took their positions. Viv shucked her shoes off and crawled onto the bed. "How do you want me?"

"Grab the book on the table, and sort of arrange yourself on your right side. Pretend to read the book, and idly play with yourself. Gradually hike up the dress to reveal your bits, then spread your legs so we get can get some good close-ups," ex­plained the coyote. "Then we'll get the guys peeking in the win­dow, trying to get a good peep at you. You see them, and decide to really give them something to look at before you invite them in and have a play with them." The coyote grinned and winked at Viv. "I'll leave the finer points of that up to you. Just make sure you let us get some hot cumshots. Maybe a cream pie if you like."

"Mrrr, that sounds great," Viv replied. "Been a while since I did that - on camera, anyway," she added with a toothy grin. She grabbed the mag and glanced at the cover. "Cocks in Jocks? What a corny title," she commented.

"Okay, action!" called the coyote, getting behind his camera.

Viv leaned out on her right side, propping herself up on her el­bow. She put the mag down on the bed in front of her, spread­ing it out flat, then slipped her hand beneath her dress to seek out her sex.

Over the next couple of minutes, Viv lost herself in the mag and fingering herself. There were some very attractive guys on show, some with pumped up arms and pecs, but they all had im­pressive packages to flaunt. Their cocks and balls were barely contained by the skimpy jockstraps they were wearing. Later in the mag they'd let their members out to stand proud or flop free. Viv found herself getting very wet as she gently fingered herself. Her index finger rubbed around and over her clit, keeping her on edge as she leafed through the mag.

She heard a sound from the window, and looked up to see the grinning faces of her two co-stars. For a moment she was sur­prised, but then she remembered where she was. Putting a small smirk on her face, she shifted herself around so that the 'peeping toms' could see right up her dress. She pulled the bottom of the dress up some more and widened her legs, then spread her labia with two fingers, showing off the inner pinkness of her pussy. Slowly she licked her lips, and began to gently thrust her fingers into her sex, giving it a good stretching. The whole time, the cameras were going off every few seconds, brightening the set momentarily with their flashes.

Viv smiled and pulled her juice-covered fingers out, and lifted them to her lips to suck them clean, before pointing to the door and gesturing for the rhino and pony to come through the door. They did so, grinning widely as they entered the 'room'. Tiny closed the door behind him, then joined Allan on the bed.

"Mmm, hello, boys," Viv murmured with a wide smile as she shifted position to give them more room. "Want to get more 'hands on', do you?"

Allan leaned in and stroked a thick-fingered hand over the fe­line's side, curving it around to cup a breast. "Mmhmm. Noth­ing us guys like more than a pretty woman to fool around with."

On the other side of her, Tiny was sliding a hand beneath her dress, lifting it up over her abdomen to bare her crotch. The pony's fingers were thinner and more delicate, and he played them over her lower body, sneaking down to lightly brush over her vulva. "Oooh, you're a wet kitty, aren't you?"

"Uh-huh. Always am when I'm with hunks like you," Viv replied. She gasped when Tiny's fingers found the sensitive nub of her clit. "I'm so horny right now.... I need cock, and I need it now."

"Well, now.... I think we can do something about that. Can't we, Tiny?" Allan drawled, squeezing Viv's breast firmly and leaning his head closer to slide his thick tongue around the inner edge of her ear.

"That's what we're here for," Tiny responded, suddenly slip­ping two slim fingers into the feline's wet snatch and pumping them in and out rapidly.

Viv panted as Tiny frigged her, until she tensed up and sud­denly came on the pony's fingers, squirting some of her juice out onto the duvet.

"Good kitty," murmured Tiny, keeping his fingers moving un­til Viv had shuddered through her climax. When she'd calmed down, he pulled his fingers out and licked at them sensuously, savouring the strong, musky flavour of her nectar. "Mmm, tasty," he commented, going back for more.

"Ohhh, yeaaah," Viv groaned, her legs twitching a little. "You have magic fingers."

"And we have magic wands to use on you, too," Allan said, taking one of Viv's hands and pulling it over to place it upon his member. He smiled and mrred softly as her fingers closed around his foot-long member. They didn't even meet around his girth.

Tiny finished cleaning his fingers, and moved further up the bed to rub the slightly flared head of his partially flaccid cock over Viv's cheek. She turned her head and opened her mouth, letting the head flop into it. Her lips closed around it, and she began to suckle on it. A purr started deep in her throat, increas­ing in volume as the pony's shaft filled quickly with blood.

The two males soon were soon completely erect, and being treated to good a hand- and blowjob. Viv was in her element. She always loved having a cock or two to play with, and when they spit their loads of cream, it was like being in heaven.

The feline pulled Tiny's cock from her muzzle and licked her lips, before she rolled over onto all fours, making sure her rump was aimed directly at a camera. "I'm getting a little hot," she murmured in a lusty tone. "Would you boys help me out of this thing?"

"Oh, definitely," Tiny said. Together, he and Allan slipped the dress off Viv, revealing her tortoiseshell fur pattern in its en­tirety. They admired her lithe body as she crawled around on the bed, making sure that she was photographed from all angles.

Viv slipped off the bed and bent over it, waving her rump dir­ectly at the coyote she knew was nursing a semi. "Which one of you big boys wants a piece of kitty tail, hmm?" She looked at the rhino and winked at him. "What about you? Wanna sink your schlong into my snatch?"

"Mmm, don't mind if I do," Allan replied, getting off the bed and moving around to take up a position behind Viv. He rubbed the head of his shaft over her labia briefly then nudged between them to sink gently into her damp sex with a sticky squelch. "Mmm, you have a great cunt as always."

A low moan of primal pleasure escaped from the feline's throat as she was penetrated. Her pussy muscles clenched invol­untarily as she was stretched wider. "Ohhh, yeah, so big," she groaned, bracing herself against the rhino's entry.

In front of her Tiny moved in, stroking his engorged member, which stretched out to just a shade under twelve inches. "Open wide, kitty," he said, stroking a hand over her head, scritching her ears.

Viv parted her lips, and eagerly took the pony's cock into her mouth, sliding her tongue around its thick girth as he nudged it in. "Mmm," she mumbled as she bobbed her head upon it.

After some minutes they changed position, with Tiny lying down on the bed with his legs dangling over the edge, and Viv leaning over him with her snatch impaled upon his cock. Allan spat on his cock's tapered head and smeared it around the fe­line's tightly crinkled tailhole before pushing himself in care­fully.

Viv yowled as her back door was forced open by the rhino. It was not often that she admitted such a large member to her bowels, and now she remembered why - it hurt like a mutha for a while until she'd got used to it. The two males seemed uncon­cerned about her discomfort; they knew that she was capable of handling both of them at once. She gritted her teeth and bore the discomfort until the pain eased.

The thick shafts moved in counterpoint to each other, one go­ing in while the other was pulling out, now and then getting out of sync. Allan and Tiny grunted and groaned with increasing pleasure as they thrust in and out of Viv's well-stretched holes. In time Viv joined their moans with hers as she tried to move back and forth between their bodies.

Tiny came first with a hoarse series of grunts. His dick visibly throbbed as he pumped his seed into Viv's pussy, still thrusting as he did so. Not long after that Viv hit her peak, crying out in a joyous yowl as her sex went into spasms, milking the spunk from the pony's balls.

Allan pulled out moments later, stroking his member quickly for a few seconds before he aimed his cockhead at Viv's gaping arsehole and let fly with a large spurt of jizz, which the hole swallowed easily. He fired off a few more shorts, painting her slowly-closing sphincter and Tiny's now weakly pulsing shaft with thick, white goo until his supply ran out. The rhino squeezed the last of his spooge out over her tailbase, and moved out of the way.

"Ooooh," Viv groaned, moving forward to pull herself off Tiny's spent erection. She hissed as the flare of his cock popped out of her snatch, releasing the deposit that the pony had left in­side her. She flexed her pussy muscles, squeezing out more of the white stuff, which plopped stickily down onto Tiny's abdo­men. Rolling off him onto the bed, she shuffled to the edge and spread her legs widely, showing the main camera the mess the males had made of her holes, then reached down and scooped up some of the cum, raising it to her lips and licking her hand clean, looking directly at the camera.

"Okay, that's it for the day! Thanks, everyone! You were just great." The coyote stood up and stretched, showing that he was indeed showing signs of arousal. "We'll process these, and you'll be able to see them in about an hour! The joys of digital photography, eh?"

"Thanks, Jim," Viv replied, lapping up a bit more of the cum before she stood up, wobbling a little on her shaky legs. She took an offered towel and held it between her legs to keep cum from dribbling onto the floor, then made her way off the set to the nearest bathroom.

Thank God for showers everywhere, Viv thought to herself as she let the hot water sluice over her body, carrying away the loose fur. She spread her legs, unhooked the shower head and direc­ted the spray against her well-used holes. "Ohhhh, that feels so good," she groaned, almost falling to the ground from the in­tense pleasurable sensations she was experiencing. She pulled her labia apart to let more water flow in, hitting her clit with the very centre of the spray, where it was strongest.

After just a few seconds it was too much for her. She barely managed to lower herself to her knees before another climax ripped through her slim body.

On the floor was where she was found, recovering from her orgasm, by Tiny. "Jeez, are you okay?" he asked, taking only a few large steps before he reached her. His voice and manner showed concern as he examined her.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine, just fine." Viv smiled and tried to get to her feet. "Just had another come, that's all. Got a bit carried away."

The pony raised an eyeridge and shook his head. "I don't know whether to envy you or not. Come on, up you get." He slipped an arm around her and helped her to her feet.

"Envy me? For what?" Viv clipped the shower head back into place and shut off the water. She leaned against Tiny for a few seconds, purring softly as she stroked his pecs.

"For being able to come multiple times in such a short time." Tiny gently stroked his large hands over Viv's back, smoothing down her wet fur. "Takes me an hour or so to recharge."

"Heh, that's not such a bad thing. You get more time to rest." She paused for a moment, then asked, "Could you get a towel please? And my dress, now that I think of it."

"Of course, hon," Tiny replied, nuzzling the feline's ears and giving them a little nibble before he pulled away from Viv and fetched her a towel. While she dried herself off, the pony went off and came back a couple minutes later with her rumpled dress. "You know, if we'd got cum on your dress, would you have gone home with it?"

Viv laughed as she took the dress. "I dunno. Probably. I did­n't think to bring extra clothing in case of a mess." She slipped it over her head and shrugged it down. "And I've just noticed that I forgot to put on knickers this morning too." she added with a chuckle.

"That doesn't matter. Just gives better access to the delights of your femininity," Tiny murmured, stepping closer and slipping a hand beneath her hemline, seeking out her still quiet wet pussy.

Viv let out a quiet gasp as the pony's fingers found her clit again. "Oh, fuck... don't make me come again, please," she begged quietly, even though her body could easily handle anoth­er orgasm.

"Aww, are you sure?" Tiny sounded amused, and he contin­ued lightly fingering Viv's clit, keeping her on edge.

"Uhh, yeah, I'm quite sure." Viv was almost shaking from the pleasure, but she couldn't quite bring herself to push herself away.

Tiny withdrew her fingers, letting the feline wind down slowly. "Maybe another time then." He smiled and licked at his fingers.

"Yeah, that'd be good. Ooh, I feel so weak now."

"May I take you out for a drink?" Tiny asked. "The local café is having a 'two for one' deal on medium coffee, and half-price muffins. By the time we get back, the photos should be done."

Viv pondered the offer briefly before she accepted. "Sure!" she said with a smile. "If you let me do the same for you some­time. Or...you could come round for dinner? Serath suggested that I bring some of my mates home for dinner, and maybe some fun afterwards."

"Oh really? I wouldn't say no to that." Tiny smiled and scritched Viv's ears. "Give me a call sometime next week, and I'll work you into my diary. Now, shall we get some coffee?"

---

When they returned from their coffee break, the pictures had been processed and were now being displayed on a large touch-screen table. "These ones are great," Jim was saying as he gathered some of the photos into a collection, flicking through them one by one with a single finger. "I rather like how Tiny's dick fills Viv's mouth in this one," he added, zooming in. "Ah, you're back. What do you think of this one?" the coyote asked, stepping aside to let the newcomers get a look.

"Hmm. Pretty good, though I think this one's better," Viv said, swishing through the pics to another one that showed Tiny's member buried deeper in her muzzle. She glanced through the rest of the photos that were currently showing, and selected some of them. "These catch my eye the best, I think." About half of them were from the end, showing large amounts of cum.

Jim smirked. "Yeah, I can see why. Well, we'll definitely keep some of these for publication, and put the rest in the premium archives online."

"Sounds good to me," Viv said in agreement. "Could I get a few of them to show my hubbie?"

"Of course. In fact, I've already taken the liberty of doing so." Jim patted his pockets, then reached into his right pocket to pull out an SD card. "Here you go, Viv. Includes all the gooey ones." The coyote winked.

"Mmm, thanks. I'll save these for a special moment." She went to put it into a pocket, then realised that she was wearing a dress. "Oh, damn," she muttered. "Oh well. Are we all done here? Can I bugger off home and change?"

The coyote nodded and waved her away. "Sure, go ahead. Check with Eric for the rest of the week's schedule. There might be another shoot later in the week."

Viv nodded. "Sure thing. I'll see you later, then. Need a ride anywhere?" she then asked Tiny as she turned to go.

"If you could drop me off at home, that'd be great," Tiny replied, following Viv out of the room. "My car's in the garage having its brakes fixed. Again," he added with a sigh of resigna­tion. "They were fixed only last month, to the tune of over four hundred bucks."

"Ouch. What do you have?" Viv opened the door and held it until Tiny had gone through.

"A clunky old BMW from the Eighties," Tiny replied. "Defin­itely not an ideal car, but it's sort of grown on me."

Viv nodded as the two of them walked down the hallway heading for Eric's office. "You need to get rid of it. Maybe get yourself a second-hand Toyota Corolla or something. Check out the Dog & Lemon Guide for advice."

"I'll think about it when I have the dosh to spare. I've got far too many financial problems to take care of right now, including the weekly rent."

"Fair enough." They reached Eric's door a few seconds later, and saw that it was standing open. "Eric, you in?" Viv called, strolling in and looking around the large, open-plan office. There was no answer forthcoming. "Huh, I guess he's stepped out."

Tiny pointed at a large whiteboard that was leaning against a chair. "I think that's the schedule there. See, there's your name." He stepped in and bent down to examine it. "You've got a gig on Friday, and Tuesday next week. And I have... let's see... Monday and Wednesday next week. Not too bad. Gives me time to work on an assignment."

"Nice. Okay, we've got what we came here for. Let's blow this joint."

"Let me just get my clothes back on, first," Tiny said with a grin. "Don't want to roam around naked in public."

---

"So, where do you live?" Viv asked as she left the studio park­ing lot and sped into the middle of lunchtime traffic.

"Te Aro, unfortunately. It's about all I can afford for the mo­ment. But it's a nice enough house, though. Even if the neigh­bours are a bit...." Tiny trailed off as he tried to think of an ap­propriate adjective.

"Dodgy? Questionably ethical? Of low social standing?" Viv supplied helpfully.

The pony nodded and chuckled. "Fairly apt descriptions, I guess. The neighbourhood isn't too bad - relatively quiet most nights, except on some Friday nights."

"Thank goodness for small mercies," Viv commented, slowing down for a set of traffic lights, then turning right with a burst of speed.

They made small talk, interspersed with occasional directions from Tiny, until the car pulled up outside a faded brown fence that was missing a few of its pickets. "So this is where you live, huh?" Viv lowered and twisted her head to get a better look at the residence partially hidden behind the fence. "I used to live in a place like this when I was younger. Glad I got out of it. Does your roof leak, and are there mushrooms growing around your bath?"

"Uh... no?" Tiny responded, sounding somewhat bewildered.

"You're lucky. The place I lived in was like that. And the Ger­mans in the place behind us used to always play oom-pah music at top volume." Viv paused then grinned evilly. "They stopped when I set up speakers next to their fence and started blasting Metallica at them whenever the oom-pah started up."

"I'd never have the balls to do that," Tiny said admiringly. "Even if I actually had a good stereo system to use. If people get too loud I just call Noise Control. Most of the time they're fairly prompt."

Viv nodded. "When they're not overwhelmed, or sitting around on their arses eating doughnuts."

"Yeah. Anyway, thanks for the lift home. Much appreciated." Tiny opened the door and levered himself out with a grunt. "Gimme a call soon."

"Sure thing. See you around." She waited a few moments after Tiny had closed the door before driving off. Glancing to either side of the road, she could see a range of generally dilap­idated houses and apartment blocks, many of which were sport­ing unmown lawns and out-of-control hedges. "Glad I don't live in this area," she muttered. She was all too happy to leave the neighbourhood and drive into the more affluent parts of town.

When Viv finally arrived home, it was nearly 12:30, and her stomach was beginning to complain. "Hmm, what for lunch," she pondered aloud as she stepped into the house. "Serrie, are you home?"

"Barely," came a voice from behind her. "Just getting home now. I got some stuff for lunch if you're interested." Serath pushed past Viv into the house and headed for the kitchen to un­load his shopping bags. "Some rolls, mesclun salad, havarti cheese, some ham... and a bottle of sparkling grape juice."

"Sounds good to me," Viv replied, following Serath into the kitchen. She took some glasses out of the crockery cupboard and popped open the grape juice to fill them, while Serath prepared sandwiches for them both.

"So, how was your morning?" Serath asked when they were sitting at the table eating. "More interesting than mine, I'd war­rant."

Viv grinned and nodded, finishing her mouthful before reply­ing. "Mmhmm. Got a good 'suck and fuck' with Tiny and Al­lan. Finished with a double cream pie." She took another bite of her sandwich and enjoyed it before continuing. "If you haven't got anything planned for tonight, we can go through them on the media centre." The feline grinned and looked at Serath poin­tedly. "I know how much you enjoy watching me getting it on with other guys."

Serath looked a little embarrassed. "Yeah, I do. I'm such a perv."

"I love you all the same, though." Viv reached across the table and patted the wolf's hand. "It's good to have a mate who's so understanding about his wife's sexual activities."

"Is that why you married me?"

"That's part of the reason. Also because I find you incredibly handsome, and you have a cock that feels really good in me."

Serath raised an eyeridge. "Well, I'm glad that you love me for more than my cock."

"Speaking of which, what would you say to helping me pro­duce some amateur videos? Well... amateur in the sense they're not professionally filmed, and they take place in the home."

"Uh... I dunno if I could do that. What if I was recognised by someone? And who would be doing the filming?" Serath asked, curious despite his reservations.

Viv chewed on another bite of her sandwich as she thought about that. "You could wear a masquerade mask. A black vel­vet one, for example, with silver trim. I think I have one kicking around somewhere. As for the cameraman.... Hmm. Dunno. Maybe one of my coworkers would help out. Tiny comes to mind."

"He's the pony, right? I think I remember him from one of your earlier videos. He has a nice cock on him."

"Oh yeah, and he knows how to use it. And his cum... lots of it, and so creamy." Viv sighed happily and leaned her elbows on the table. "I asked him if he'd like to come round for dinner sometime soon. Maybe after our weekend away?"

Serath nodded and finished off his sandwich. "Sure. Week­end after that should be good, assuming the weather cooper­ates." He got up and went into the kitchen again to make him­self another sandwich. When he sat back down again, he looked across the table at Viv. "You rather like Tiny, don't you? You've mentioned him quite a lot recently."

Viv prepared another sandwich, staying silent until she re­turned to the table. "To be honest... I guess I do have some at­traction to him," she eventually admitted. "He's a really nice guy, cute, wonderful personality...." She trailed off, leaving Serath to fill in the blank.

"And he has a great cock, right?" Serath smiled and leaned back in his chair. "As long as you don't run away with him and leave me, I think I can cope with you liking and sleeping around with other men." He paused for a few seconds, then added, "And if whoever you bring home happens to be bi, even better."

The feline nodded and smiled back. "Thanks, love. Be as­sured that I have no intention of ever dumping you for someone else."

They finished their lunch and tidied everything away. "You want to go check out some camping equipment?" Viv suggested once the remaining food had been put away. "I think we'll need some practice in putting up a tent too. I sure as hell haven't done it before."

"I have... sort of," Serath admitted. "Just read the manual and follow the directions. How hard can it be?"

"Now you've jinxed it. Haven't you learned from Top Gear that anything preceded by 'how hard can it be?' is inevitably very difficult?" Viv complained.

The wolf waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, you're just a cynic. Anyway, grab the keys and let's get going."

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They visited several stores around the city before they settled on a large blue-and-grey two-person tent that supposedly took only a few minutes to set up. In addition to that, they also pur­chased a small barbecue, sleeping bags for both of them, a chilly bin and a pair of fishing rods along with the accompanying equipment. "I haven't gone fishing in years, but I'm pretty sure I can still rig up a rod and catch a fish."

"I last went fishing when I was a child, and I didn't much like it then. Frankly, it was pretty boring. And I caught only one fish, which was tiny and had to be thrown back," Serath muttered as they got into the car. As the car didn't have much cargo-carrying capacity, they'd opted to have their purchases de­livered the next day.

"We'll just have to find a way to make it more interesting, then," Viv said with a purr, buckling her seatbelt.

"Good luck on that front. It's not so boring if I actually catch something, but until such time that I do, don't expect me to enjoy it much." Serath secured himself, then started the car. "Super­market now?" he asked as he carefully backed out of the parking space.

Viv nodded, lowering her window and leaning her arm against the sill. "Yup. We should probably get only enough food to take us through the next three or four days, then some extra for the weekend. Lots of meat."

"You're not confident of your fish-catching abilities, are you?" Serath said with a grin. He looked both ways, then stepped on the gas to beat an articulated lorry that was lumbering towards them.

"Give me a break," she replied, turning her head to gaze out the window. "It's been a few years since I had a fishing rod in hand. Got some beauties back then. Dad gutted and filleted them, and we had fish for a week."

"Nice. My dad preferred rabbit hunting. He missed about fifty percent of the time, but when he did hit something he made it count." Serath lowered his window as well, so that a good breeze blew through the car. "We had some really good rabbit stews when he got lucky."

They reminisced about family outings until they arrived at their usual supermarket. On their way through, they had some disagreement over what food to take on their trip, but they even­tually reached a compromise, opting to pay for their own stuff separately.

Later that afternoon, once they'd gotten home and unpacked their purchases, Serath went back to studying for a couple of hours before dinner, whilst Viv pretended that she was James Hetfield with Guitar Hero: Metallica. Serath often winced at the harsh sounds coming out of the speakers, but he didn't say anything; he just lowered his head and tried to ignore the cacophony.

"Yes! I am a strumming god!" came an exultant cry from the lounge area, accompanied by raucous applause.

Serath looked up from his work. "Are you now? Get a good score, did you?"

"Almost a perfect score on All Nightmare Long. Flubbed the last few notes because my fingers were getting sore." She un­strapped the guitar and put it down, before turning off the Xbox 360. "Must be nearly time for dinner, surely."

"Uh-huh." Serath glanced at the kitchen wall clock and saw that it was nigh on six o'clock. "I almost feel like sending out for pizza, to be honest. Can't really be bothered to cook tonight."

"Suits me fine. Get me a Meatlover pizza, garlic bread, fries and one of those chocolate dessert things." Viv picked up the phone from its wall-mounted base and handed it to her husband. "I'm gonna go take a quick shower - Guitar Hero's pretty in­tense."

Serath nodded and took the phone. "And I think I'll have the same, minus the dessert." He punched in a number and waited for someone to pick up. "Good evening," he said when someone finally answered." He proceeded to give his order, and rattled off his credit card numbers from memory. "Thank you," he fin­ished, and hung up.

By the time their dinner had arrived Viv was out of the bath­room, vigorously rubbing a large blue towel over splotchy fur. "A bit longer than 'quick', don't you think?" Serath commented as he strolled to the front door to collect their food.

"I have a lot of fur!" protested Viv as she headed for the couch and flumped down onto it.

Serath didn't reply until after he'd closed the door behind the delivery person. "So do I! Mine's probably worse because it al­ways ends up being scruffier no matter what I do." He dumped the food on the coffee table and sat down to open everything up.

While they munched through their dinner, they watched some more old Top Gear. "Well, I'm stuffed," Viv said as she leaned back comfortably on the couch. Moments later she released a re­verberant belch. "Ahh, that's better."

The wolf followed Viv's lead a short time later, but his release was more conservative. "Yeah, I'm done too." He shifted posi­tion to lie against his wife, resting his head upon her belly. "Heh, I can hear your tummy gurgling."

Viv rubbed a hand over Serath's head, concentrating her atten­tions on the bases of his ears. He flicked them and sighed hap­pily. "I love you," he murmured softly, wagging his tail a little.

"I love you too," Viv responded, brushing her fingers through his shaggy head fur.

Serath carefully rolled himself over and moved to gently straddle his wife's body, leaning his head in close to lightly rub his lips across hers before he pressed in for a kiss.

"Mmm." Viv parted her lips and pulled Serath more firmly against her, hunching up against him. Her tongue duelled with his, swirling around over it and exploring inside his mouth. Her hands stroked over his back, caressing his buttocks and groping them firmly, eliciting a low growl from him.

The wolf broke the kiss and gazed into his wife's golden eyes intently, aware of his increasing arousal. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked in a slightly lusty tone of voice.

"I might be." The feline stroked the tip of a claw down Serath's side. "Does it involve some interfacing between your body and mine, and a lot of cum?"

"I think so," Serath murmured, shuffling down her body and pressing his bulging crotch against Viv's. Only his pants stood between his emerging cock and her bare sex. "If you'll help me out of these rather uncomfortable pants." He slipped off Viv and stood beside her, the front of his pants visibly tenting outward.

"Of course," Viv mrrred, pushing herself upright and turning to pull down Serath's zipper. She did it slowly, gradually releas­ing the pressure upon the wolf's growing shaft. "Mmm, that's a nice hunk of wolf meat," she purred, watching it quickly reach full size. She yanked down on the pants, dropping them to the floor, whereupon he stepped out of them.

Serath looked down as his cock was then treated to an all-over licking by Viv's rough feline tongue. It felt particularly good around the head of his shaft. As he was stimulated, pre spat out over her face and tongue. She slipped her lips over the end, purring loudly as she engulfed him. One hand caressed over his furry balls, rolling them around in her fingers, massaging them. He smiled and rubbed behind both of her ears, increasing the volume of her purring, which also sent vibrations throughout his length.

After two minutes or so of passionate suckling, Viv pulled her husband's cock from her mouth and licked her lips. "How about I put those photos into a slideshow, and we can watch my morn­ing's sexploits while you have your way with me."

"I'd love that," Serath replied, slapping Viv's muzzle with his dick a few times, shooting a jet of pre up over her muzzle. "Mind if I take you leaning over the back of the couch, so we can both watch?"

"Not at all." Viv grabbed the media centre's remote control and navigated to the Pictures folder, then clicked through sever­al subfolders until she got to the relevant one. "Here we go." She activated the slideshow function, and the screen was sud­denly filled by the first photo of the shoot. Putting the remote down, she got off the couch and moved to stand behind it, lean­ing over it with her arms resting upon the top.

Serath positioned himself behind her, caressing her hips lightly with his fingertips before he nudged the pointed head of his cock beneath her tail, seeking the warm dampness of her sex. He rested briefly upon her tailhole, pressing momentarily against it before he lowered his aim and slid into her vagina.

Viv gasped as she was penetrated, gripping the couch as her husband slid home. Sandwiched between Serath and the couch, she could feel every inch of the lupine shaft buried within her. "Mmm, I never get tired of being stuffed by you," she said, turn­ing her head to glance behind her.

"That's good, because I never get tired of stuffing you, either pussy or arse," Serath replied, leaning over to nibble at Viv's left ear. He focused his gaze upon the TV screen, and watched as each photo cycled through at about once every four seconds.

They took their time, not in any hurry to reach climax. It was several minutes before the action on screen started showing signs of being more interesting, at which point they began to move with more vigour. Serath nibbled lustily on the feline's ears, and reached around to rub at her clit with a finger, making her shiver and her legs weaken.

When the photos got to the point where Viv was being double penetrated, Serath pulled out of Viv's snatch, turned her around and slipped back into her with a wet slurp. Then he put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her up. In response the feline wrapped her arms and legs around him, letting him bounce her up and down upon his rigid cock.

"Slutty kitty," Serath growled, slowly walking around the room, keeping the TV in view. "Horse and rhino in the morn­ing... and a horny wolf in the evening... you just can't get enough cock, can you?"

Viv shook her head, not trusting herself to answer lest she scream out in pleasure. Serath's member felt so good thrusting up into her cunt, particularly at that angle, that she was almost on the verge of orgasm.

When the cum finally started to spurt onscreen, Viv reached her peak. She almost lost her grip on Serath, forcing him to grab her and lay her down on the couch. Shuddering and gasping, Viv rode through her climax, her sex clenching and relaxing er­ratically around Serath's deeply embedded cock.

Serath gritted his teeth and tried to resist his own body's urges, wanting to save his cum for later. It was difficult, though; her cunt was really milking him, pulling him so close to the edge. He stayed still, though, until her spasms began to weaken. When the clenches of her cunt had ebbed into submission, he began to thrust again, moving over her to provide a sharper angle of attack, so that his cock stroked over the back of her pussy.

He didn't have to fuck her for much longer before she came again. This time, when the strong spasms started working his cock, he pulled out and grasped his shaft with his right hand, stroking himself off quickly. As he wasn't holding back, his cli­max rose quickly, and his knot began to swell. He moved his other hand to squeeze the knot, massaging it firmly whilst he jacked off.

As Viv calmed down for the second time, she opened her eyes blearily to see her husband looming above her, his cock only inches away. He tilted his head back and a low howl escaped his muzzle as he started coming, hand moving rapidly up and down this throbbing, veined shaft. Thin yet gooey semen shot out of his cock and splattered lewdly over Viv's face. More followed to coat the feline's head in a shiny glaze of cum. Serath aimed lower as he continued to spurt, intent on giving his wife one of the all-over cum baths that she so liked.

Eventually his cum supply dwindled, and he finished off in his wife's mouth. She eagerly leaned herself up and sucked his dick clean, stripping the last drops of cum from it. He lowered himself to the floor beside the couch and leaned against the soft cushions, panting hard. "Urrrgh... I'm done for the night, I think," he murmured, nuzzling at Viv's shoulder.

The feline rolled over, sliding a hand over her body and smearing Serath's cum over it. "I could probably go another round, but I'm not sure you'd survive it."

"You could stuff yourself with dildos if you want. Put on a show for me," suggested Serath with a tired smile. "When was the last time you did that for me?"

"Probably around the last time you showed off for me, hon - almost too long ago to remember." Viv sucked her fingers clean of the cum she'd scooped up and pondered. "I think I can do that, once I've recovered my strength a bit."

They lay around for a bit until their heart rates had returned to a more normal pace. "I think... that I'll go make us both a restor­ative drink," Serath said, pushing himself up onto his feet with a pained grunt. "Maybe a hot Ribena or something similar."

"Ooh, that'd be lovely, hon. And could you pass me my tow­el, please? Thanks." Viv took the proffered towel and at­tempted to soak up the semen that the wolf had shot all over her. "You know, I think it'd just be easier to have another shower," she muttered.

Serath busied himself in the kitchen for a few minutes, and came back with two large mugs. He handed one to Viv, then sat down on the couch, stretching his legs out. "I think you can turn that off now," he said, gesturing at the TV.

"Mmm, I suppose so," Viv agreed. She grabbed the remote and turned off the slideshow, then the TV. They sat in silence for a few minutes, cuddling up with each other and sipping at their hot drinks. "Do you think I'm too much of a slut? Or whore, for that matter?" Viv asked quietly, staring into her mug.

The question threw Serath off-guard slightly. "Uh... I don't think so. What makes you ask that?"

"Well... I have a lot of sex - can't really get enough of it, I guess, and I do get paid for it, technically. I'll fuck almost any guy with a big dick, I love getting covered in jizz, and I have a thing for dressing in slick rubberware. I can't help thinking that all I really am is just a sex-crazed slut." Viv sighed heavily and sipped from her still steaming mug.

Serath stayed silent while he thought on how to answer. "You're not a whore," he eventually said, putting his mug down on the table and focusing his gaze upon his wife. "To me, a whore is a woman - or man, I suppose - who stands around on a street waiting for horny men needing a quick fuck or blowjob for ten bucks a pop. You don't do that. I honestly can't see you do­ing that, even if you were desperate." He shuffled closer and slipped an arm around Viv, pulling her close against him. "And you're not really a slut either because though you fuck lots of guys, it's not because you're bored with your current partner... are you?" he added, feeling slightly concerned.

Viv shook her head, leaning in closer. "No, I'm not bored with you, hon. You don't have to worry about that." She sighed again. "I slept with a fair number of guys before I met you. Now I just fuck them for my job."

"Is that such a bad thing? We've made some good friends from it."

"Yeah, we have. I dunno. I just feel that I fuck around too much." The feline turned her head to nuzzle into Serath's shoulder, wrapping her free arm around him.

"Who cares if you do? I certainly don't. Your friends don't." Serath licked at Viv's ears lightly, making them twitch.

"Those in the know, anyway. My parents would probably dis­own me on the spot if they found out. Being a pornstar was not high on the list of careers they wanted to see me in."

Serath couldn't help chuckling. "Why, what did they want you to be?"

"I possibly could have landed a good gig as a singer in a band, or maybe as a solo artist. I can hold a tune well enough. Things went a bit downhill when I left home." Viv separated herself from Serath and grinned slightly. "Got into a little argument with my mother."

The wolf looked curiously at her. "Oh? Knowing you, it was­n't very 'little'."

"You'd be right. I'll tell you this weekend. My early life was quite interesting, so needs a while to explain." Viv cracked a smile. "Pack plenty of popcorn."

Serath nuzzled her cheek. "Will do." He picked up his mug and resumed drinking from it. "I don't really care what you do, or what happened in the past, but I love you regardless."

"Thanks, hon." Viv gave Serath a tight squeeze and kiss. "That means a lot to me."

"Any time." He paused for a moment, then continued. "Any­thing you want to do before bed? Watch a movie? Play a game?" He grinned and winked. "Fuck?"

Viv aimed a light slap at Serath's chest. "Cheeky git. I could probably go another round with you, but do you really want to get me - or the bed, couch, whatever - sticky again?"

"Hmm. I do get a bit tired of having to try to clean cum off the furniture and floor so often. Maybe it'd be easier if we had wooden floors and plastic-covered furniture," Serath mused.

"Then people would start wondering about the plastic," Viv pointed out. "Or they'd think that we're stuck-up prigs who are more concerned with keeping their stuff pristine than offering their guests comfort."

"Perhaps." Serath finished his drink and got up from the couch. "Finished your drink?"

Viv quickly down the rest of hers and passed the mug over. "I am now."

Serath took the mugs into the kitchen, rinsed them and sent them aside. "So... watch a movie?"

"Sure. Um... what do I feel like? No idea. Pick something you want to watch." Viv settled herself on one side of the couch and flipped her legs up beside her.

"Thanks," Serath muttered wryly. He went to the large DVD/Blu-Ray shelf and perused the extensive collection. "Footrot Flats, I think. Haven't seen that in a long time, and it's a classic." He pulled the box from the shelf and extracted the disc to put it into the player.

Viv turned the equipment on with the remote, and Serath cuddled up to her as the movie began to play on the massive screen.

At the end, as the credits rolled up the screen, Serath yawned and glanced at Viv, and was surprised to see that she had fallen asleep. He was torn between getting up and possibly disturbing her, or just switching off the TV and sleeping with her on the couch. Eventually he opted to get up. She barely shifted as he carefully eased himself up. He looked down upon his sleeping kitty and smiled before he went away to fetch a blanket. When he came back, he laid it gently over her, snugging it up close to her neck, then leaned down and kissed her lightly on the nose. "Sleep well, hon," he murmured, before switching off the TV and player and padding quietly to bed.