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When the alarm went off the next morning, Viv was in the middle of a weird dream. She'd been riding around on a green elephant, dressed as a nun, whilst a mariachi band was playing a Spanish-styled version of Enter Sandman. "Uh? Oh, fuck it." She started prodding Serath in the ribs, eliciting groans of protest.

"Ow, quit it!" he mumbled, slowly surfacing from sleep. He reached over to the clock and slapped the alarm off. "There, you happy?" he grumbled.

"Much." Viv yawned and cuddled up to her husband, purring into his ear. "We'd better get up, hon."

Serath yawned widely, his tongue lolling out as he did so. "Yeah, I know, but I just don't wanna get out of bed."

"What if I make a start on breakfast?" Viv offered. "We can eat it in bed, too."

"Mmm, okay, hon," Serath murmured. He rolled over and gave Viv a light kiss on the nose. "That'd be nice."

Viv threw the covers back and rolled out of bed. She stretched out, causing some of her joints to pop alarmingly, then wandered out to the kitchen, leaving Serath to pull the covers back to snuggle under them.

About ten minutes later Viv returned to find her husband had gone back to sleep again. She rolled her eyes heavenward and moved to shake him awake, but stopped when an idea popped into her head.

"Oh, yes," she murmured sotto voce, mentally rubbing her hands together. "Now, where did I put the thing...?" She stood in thought for a moment, then spun and went for the garage to rummage around in some boxes. When she found what she was looking for, she returned to the bedroom, giggling evilly. In one hand she carried an air horn. She looked fondly upon her slumbering husband, almost regretting what she was going to do. Then her sense of humour came into play. "And three, two, one...." She held the air horn out and pressed the button.

The result was immediate. Serath awoke with a panicked yell, flailing to get out of the bed and falling unceremoniously onto the floor with a loud thud, accompanied by a cry of pain as he whacked his head on the edge of his bedside table.

Viv went into a fit of laughter at her husband's reaction. "Whoo! I should have done this a long time ago!" she crowed. Eventually she managed to get herself under control, and she went around the bed to check on the rudely awakened wolf.

Serath was lying on the floor in an awkward position, partially covered by the blankets he'd pulled down with him. As well, he appeared to be out cold.

"Ooh, bugger." Viv bent over the poor wolf, giving him a firm shake and a light slap on the muzzle. "That backfired horribly." She thought hard for a few seconds, then went to the bathroom to seek out the smelling salts. "Let's see if these work," she muttered as she opened the small bottle and waved it in front of Serath's nose.

There was no response for a short time, then Serath snorted hard and shook his head, blinking his eyes. He groggily pushed himself up right, dragging himself up to sit on the bed. "What the fuck?" he asked, staring at Viv with a very annoyed expression on his face. A throbbing pain in his forehead came to his attention, and he raised a hand to feel at it. He hissed when he touched a sizeable lump. "Ow!"

"Um... oops?" Viv murmured, sitting down beside Serath, trying to get a look at his head. "That didn't go at all well."

"What was wrong with just shaking me awake?" Serath growled, catching sight of the air horn Viv was still holding.

"I thought this would be funny!" the feline explained lamely. "I wasn't expecting such a strong reaction."

"I bet you weren't. Fuck, that bloody hurts! My ears, and my head!"

Viv laid her ears flat against her head and put the air horn aside. "I'm so sorry, love. I just meant to have a little fun, not to make you crash out of bed and whack your head."

Serath grunted, not trusting himself to reply civilly.

"I'll just... go back to doing breakfast," Viv murmured, standing up and leaving the room, looking quite dejected.

Serath sat in silence for a few minutes, brooding and trying to ignore the pain from his head. He carefully got up, wincing as the change in position made his head throb. When he saw that the air horn was still on the bed where Viv had left it, he got his own evil grin. "Two can play at that game." He picked it up, looking it over, and hid it behind his back before he left to see what Viv was up to in the kitchen.

She was just serving up bacon, eggs and some hash browns onto a couple of plates when he came in. When she turned to extract the toast from the toaster, Serath brought the air horn out and activated it, flattening his ears at the incredible volume.

Viv's reaction was about as good as he'd expected. She shrieked, the toast went up in the air, and her fur bushed out wildly.

"Now we're even,"Serath said into the ensuing silence. He placed the air horn down on the counter and folded his arms. "Truce?"

"Good idea," Viv muttered once she'd calmed down. "Gimme a heart attack, why don't you?"

"You mean I didn't? I'm obviously not trying hard enough." Serath extended his arms, inviting Viv to hug him. "I'll promise to not do that again, if you'll promise to extend me the same courtesy."

Viv nodded, and moved to cuddle up in Serath's arms. "Deal. Now... you can make some new toast, after you've found where those pieces I was holding ended up."

"Fair enough." Serath released Viv and went looking. One piece had landed on the floor near the dining table. The other, after nearly two minutes of hard searching, turned up on top of the cabinet housing the crockery. "Whoa. You wouldn't believe how filthy it is up here," he commented when he climbed into a chair to retrieve the toast. He came down again and dumped both pieces into the waste bin. He then put some fresh bread into the toaster.

Viv had put the other food on the table, and was waiting for her wolf to come sit down. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, tucking into her breakfast.

"Mostly," Serath replied, yawning. "I was having weird dreams again. "Something about Indiana Jones, chocolate sauce and dancing teapots."

Viv stopped in mid-chew and stared strangely at her husband. "I thought my dreams were bizarre."

He shrugged and continued eating, getting up when the toast popped up abruptly. "I've had stranger dreams. It's the occasional nightmares that I have to watch out for."

"Like the one that had you waking up and screaming in the middle of the night about a month ago?"

"Uh... yeah, like that," Serath muttered, recalling the horrible sensation of having what seemed like lightning coursing through him, surrounding him with a blue nimbus. He shuddered and tried to put it from his mind as he quickly buttered the toast and put some more bread in.

Viv looked at him sympathetically when he came back to the table. "At least they're rare occurrences."

"Yeah," Serath agreed. "Still pretty awful to go through, though."

Breakfast continued with small talk until about quarter to nine, at which point they cleared up and did the dishes. "Right. Shall we get this tent down?" Serath asked once everything had been done.

Viv nodded. "Yeah, best we do that before anything else. If it's as hard to take down as it is to put up, it could take us a while."

The task didn't take too long at all. Once the tent poles had been taken out, it was only a matter of folding up the tent itself and putting it back into its carry bag. As one might expect, the bag was only big enough if the tent was very tightly folded, thus it took several tries before the two of them managed to finally to cram the tent back into its bag.

Serath sat on the ground, panting. "That was a lot harder than I thought," he complained. "The instructions and adverts make it seem so much easier."

"It was better when all a tent was was just a canvas or tarp pulled over a stick A-frame." Viv hefted the bag and carted it inside. "I expect that we won't be using this very much."

Now that the tent was all packed up and ready to go, they concentrated their efforts on organising everything else. A few clothes, various toiletries, towels, a torch (and batteries), the sleeping bags and pillows and a variety of 'novelty items' and lube were piled up on the couch. "Can you think of anything else we need to take?" Serath asked, tapping his fingers against his chin as he thought.

"A camera or two?"

"Hmm, I guess so. I wasn't really planning on taking any photos, but if you want to, that's fine." Serath retrieved a digital camera from the bedroom and added it to the pile, as well as some extra alkaline batteries. "Might as well take some forms of entertainment as well. I'm taking a couple of books. You can grab what you want."

Once the entertainment was taken care of, Viv hmmed. "We can probably go out now, rent a van, come back, load everything up then bugger off to the east coast."

Serath nodded in agreement. "Let's do that then."

Several vehicle rental agencies had to be visited before they found one that had a suitable van available. "I wouldn't have thought it'd be so hard to find a van around here," Serath commented as he got into the driver's seat of the metallic blue Ford Transit they'd procured. "I'll follow you home."

"Okies." Viv slipped into the Mercedes, started it up and tore out of the yard, leaving Serath to fumble with the unfamiliar controls of the Transit.

Eventually the wolf managed to leave, and drove home by way of a different route, taking some quieter streets. He reached home a minute or so before Viv did, and was bringing stuff out to load up by the time she was stepping out of the car. "How'd you get home before me?" she asked.

"I went a different way to you," Serath replied, throwing the tent bag into the back of the van. "Could you help me grab the barbecue and bring it out?"

Together they managed to get the barbecue into the van. "Hmm," Serath murmured as he examined it. "I'm not sure how we're going to secure the thing so that it doesn't tip over."

Viv pointed to the tie-down spots. "Get some rope out of the garage, and tie it down. Simple."

Serath looked more closely at the back of the van. "Oh, I see. Once again I failed to look properly." He went off to the garage and returned a few minutes later with several lengths of thin, but strong, cord. "This should do," he said, climbing into the van. "Could you help me out, please?"

Between the two they managed to get the barbecue firmly secured, at which point they loaded the rest of the stuff, with the exception of the cameras, where were put up front to protect them.

"Oh, the food! Nearly forgot that!" Viv exclaimed. They soon had the perishable food in a chilly bin, and the remaining food in a couple of large shopping bags. "Is that it?"

"I think so. Let's get going before we remember something else is missing."

Serath went through the house, making sure that everything was shut up before he exited and locked the door behind him. "Okay, let's get this show on the road."

They got into the van, strapped themselves in, then Serath started it up and moved out.

Traffic was relatively light until they got nearer the centre of the city, from which point the going was slow for about half an hour. When they finally got onto State Highway 1 it was nearly half-past eleven, and they were starting to get a little hungry.

"What say we stop in somewhere in the Hutt Valley and get something to eat?" Serath suggested as he switched lanes to get onto Highway 2.

"Sounds good to me. I could really go for a couple of pies," Viv answered after some thought. "It's really a shame that Georgie Pie went out of business. They had really good pies." She sighed heavily with a slightly mournful tone.

"Yeah," Serath agreed. He glanced to the side, checking for traffic in his blind spot, then changed lanes again to overtake the slower Datsun in front.

Viv reached for the radio and fiddled about to try to find a station to listen to. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, this is good," she said with a smile, cranking up the volume and sitting back as the harsh sounds of Black Sabbath filled the cabin.

"Oh gods, no!" Serath complained, laying his ears flat. "I can't cope with that for several hours. I'd rather gouge out my cochleas than listen to that for longer than five minutes."

Viv looked a little hurt, but reached forward again to turn the volume down. "Okay, what would you rather listen to?"

"Honestly? 'Middle of the road' pop, I guess. I like music that I can hum or sing along with." Serath shrugged and focused his attention on the road and vehicles ahead. "And I wouldn't say no to disco, either."

"So... Solid Gold, Classic Hits or More FM then?" Viv adjusted the tuner until Earth, Wind and Fire's classic hit Boogie Wonderland came on. "Will this do?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Serath nodded and turned his head a little to smile at his wife. "Thanks. When you're driving, then you can listen to what you want."

The feline snickered. "How generous of you. I hope you brought some earmuffs, then."

Serath shook his head. "Sadly, no. We could just not have any music on at all, and save ourselves the hassle of arguing over what we'll listen to."

"True."

They listened to Solid Gold until they reached Upper Hutt. "Where do you want to stop? Fast food, gas station or a dairy?" asked Serath.

"Whichever one shows up first."

"And... gas station it is then." Serath turned off the road and parked off to the side. "You want to buy?"

"Eh, I will." Viv opened the glove compartment and pulled out her purse. "What do you want?"

Serath tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the current music while he thought. "Two mince pies, packet of ready salted chips, and a bottle of Coke."

"Righto." Viv climbed out of the van and went into the shop to make the purchases.

Whilst she was away, Serath started singing along with the radio. He stopped a few minutes later when Viv returned. He wound down the window so she could hand him his food. "Thanks, hon."

"No prob." Viv went round to the other door and got back in. She belted herself in and opened up her soda bottle. "Okay, you may proceed."

Serath snorted and made a mock salute. "Of course, your highness." He drove out of the station and back onto the highway again.

The trip was relatively uneventful until they were about halfway along the road between Masterton and Castlepoint. It was somewhat meandering in its journey to the coast, and as they drew closer to their destination the road became windier.

"I don't feel so good," Viv murmured as the van went around another tight corner. "I'm not normally this bad, but.... Oh fuck."

Serath shot a wary glance at his wife, slowing down for another corner. "Do you want to throw up? Should I stop?"

Viv waved a hand dismissively. "I'll be fine," she muttered, leaning against the window. "For a bit, anyway."

"Uhh... okay. Maybe you'd better wind down the window, just in case. I really don't want you to spew in this van. Vomit's horrible to clean out of a vehicle." Serath slowed down to a more sedate pace, barely breaking 50 kph.

A few minutes later, after a particularly meandering segment of road, Viv began to make retching noises.

"Shit!" exclaimed Serath, trying to watch Viv and the road at the same time. He pulled over at the next bit of straight road, almost next to a barrier. The wheels skidded for a short distance on the gravel. "Okay, out!"

Viv fumbled with the door handle, got the door open, and was just quick enough in her exit that her partially digested lunch was launched over the barrier and into the long grass.

Serath turned the engine off and got out of the van. "I didn't know you suffered from motion sickness."

"I usually don't," Viv replied, heaving great breaths of air, trying to keep what little there was of her lunch in her stomach. "But I've never been much good with windy roads." She carefully stood up, resting most of her weight on the curved steel barrier. "I think I'm okay, but my throat feels burned."

"Drink some Coke -just enough to make your throat feel better." Serath went into the van and pulled out the half-drunk bottle. "Here," he said, passing it over to her.

"Thanks, hon," the feline murmured, taking a swig and swallowing. "It feels a bit better."

Serath leaned against the barrier. "You want to just rest for a few minutes, and let your stomach settle a bit?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Viv murmured, leaning against her mate and sighing. After a few seconds she chuckled. "You know," she began, "this would have to be one of the worst starts to a trip away that I've ever had. I haven't been sick like this since I was a kitten."

"I was always very good," Serath mused. "I think I was carsick only once, and that was because I was already sick at the time."

Viv nodded, cuddling up to her wolf.

Serath felt a little self-conscious, mainly because there was still some traffic going by, and he could see people looking out their windows at them.

"Okay, let's get going," Viv said eventually taking a deep breath and moving towards the van. "I'll let you know if I need to have another multi-coloured yawn."

"That would be very much appreciated," Serath replied.

They set off again, but at a more leisurely speed, particularly when going around a corner. Viv was more at ease, though she still had the occasional retch.

The better part of an hour later, they arrived at the small township of Castlepoint. "Not much here, is there?" Serath commented as they drove through.

Viv shook her head slowly. "No, not really. The place gets a lot of tourists, though."

"So... where are you wanting to park up?" Serath asked as he scanned either side of the road for some way to the beach. "I see there are a few caravan parks here. We'd look a bit out of place without a caravan, though."

"I think there's a road down to the beach further down," Viv murmured. "I don't know what the regulations on camping on the beach are, but I think that if we go far enough up we won't be bothered by petty-minded officials."

"Good idea. Ah, there it is, I think." A sign reading 'Beach Access' pointed to a narrow gravel road leading off to the left. Serath turned onto it, and the van crunched with a few bumps down to the sandy beach a few hundred metres away. "Ooh, I hope this thing has four-wheel drive," the wolf muttered when he finally drove out onto the yellow sand.

"If we get stuck, we'll know it hasn't," Viv remarked impishly.

Serath rolled his eyes and concentrated on trying to drive carefully over the shifting sand. "I'd bet not many people take their Transits off-road like this," he muttered, taking the van closer to the damp sand in the hopes of getting better traction.

Several minutes of slow driving eventually took them out of eyeshot of the town and anyone else who might possible see them. "Okay, I think we can park up somewhere along here," Viv said, poking her head through her window to get a better look at the landscape passing them by. "Look! I can see some tracks up ahead, going up into the dunes."

"Should I follow them?"

Viv shrugged. "Why not? Must be something out here for there to be tracks."

Serath nodded and followed the tracks up off the beach. "Oh, that's handy," he said when he saw that the tracks led to a sort of clearing protected by scrubby pampas-like toetoe bushes. There was enough room to park several cars, and showed signs of recent use, the most obvious being the remains of a fire pit. The far side of the clearing was bounded by the forest that stretched for miles up and down the coast. "I guess we're not the only ones to find a place to camp out away from prying eyes."

"Perfect," Viv said, her eyes a-twinkle.

"Maybe later," Serath murmured wryly, shooting his wife a look. "Much later, after we've had some time to appreciate nature." He turned the van around and parked it close to the trees. "Right. We're here! Everybody out!"

"Finally." Viv climbed out and stretched in her typically feline fashion, making her joints crack alarmingly. "Mm, smell that fresh sea air."

Serath did so when he got out, leaning against the van's side as he took in the solitude of the place. He could hear the wash of the sea rushing up and down the beach, the cawing of the ubiquitous gulls, and smell the salty tang of the brine.

"It's surprisingly peaceful out here," he said, looking up at the overcast sky. Puffy light grey clouds had drifted over, and were now obscuring a lot of the blue expanse of the sky. "It almost doesn't seem right to not here the noises of the city."

"I know. Isn't it wonderful?" Viv asked rhetorically, coming around to give her husband a warm snuggle.

"Yeah, I guess it is." Serath nuzzled his nose into Viv's hair, sniffing at the slight scent of whatever shampoo she'd washed with last. "Shall we get the tent set up?"

"Sure." Viv pulled away from Serath and went around to the back of the van to open the doors. "Oops. Key, please?"

Serath gave Viv the key, and she opened it and climbed in. "Catch!" she called, biffing the tent bag in his direction.

"Oof!" Caught by surprise, Serath staggered backward and fell over onto his butt. "Ow! A little more warning, if you please?"

"Sorry!" apologised Viv. "I thought you were ready for it." She bent down and helped Serath up. "Didn't break anything?"

"I doubt it. The sand sort of cushioned my fall." Serath dusted off his rump and stalked off to find a flat area large enough to erect the tent. There was a wide border of hardy grass along one side of the clearing that he judged was just wide enough to handle it. "Here will do, I think. Might not be too comfortable to sleep on, but it's the best spot I can find."

Viv shrugged. "Better than sleeping on a mountain."

They put up the tent with about as much faffing about as the first time. "Could we have just rented a camper van?" Serath muttered after a steel tent pole whacked him over the head again as it fell over.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" Viv grinned and successfully completed her side of the framework. "Hold this, and I'll do your part."

"I left it at home," Serath replied tersely.

When the tent was eventually erected they stood back admiring the result of their efforts, then added their sleeping bags and pillows. "I wonder if we should have brought some blankets along too," Serath pondered aloud. "I don't know if it's gonna get cold, but they'd be at least good for padding."

"Ah, well. Too late now." Viv shrugged and turned towards the sea, rubbing her hands. "We should do some fishing for dinner."

"Uh... with what, exactly?" Serath pressed. "We don't have any fishing gear with us, nor did we before we left. How did you not notice?"

"Aww, really? Fucknuggets." Viv pouted, her facial features screwing up comically.

Serath shrugged helplessly. "Sorry. Only food we can have is what we brought with us, and maybe from a shop in town, although that's probably horribly overpriced, being way out here in the boondocks."

Viv chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. "Damn. I was looking forward to getting in some fishing, too." She sighed and shook her head. "Oh well. My fault this time. We should have brought our outdoor chairs as well."

"Hindsight's a wonderful thing," Serath said. "Anyway... what do we do now? There's not really all that much to do out here. Aside from swimming."

"No swimming," Viv refused flatly.

"Oh, right. That puts a bit of a crimp on our activities." He looked up at the occluded sky. "We could hope for the cloud cover to clear up so we could sunbathe, but in the meantime... I guess we could go searching for pipis. That'll give us something else to cook on the barbie."

"Ooh, pipis! Oh, wait. We don't have a bucket or anything to keep them in." Viv rubbed at her forehead and sighed. "Man, we did a crap job of planning for this, didn't we?"

Serath nodded in agreement. "Next time we should just stay home, or book a motel room. I could go into town and see if I can get a few things at the gas station. Surely they'd have buckets."

"Maybe. All right, you go check out the town, and I'll wander around here for a bit and see if I can find some sign of pipis."

"All right. I'll be back later, if I don't get stuck." Serath turned and hopped into the van and drove out of the clearing.

Viv looked around. Seeing the forest she stood looking at it for a few seconds before she decided to check it out, just on the off chance that there might be something hidden in the trees.

She stepped carefully as she explored, not wanting to stand on anything nasty, such as broken bottles that might have been thrown out of sight. Overall she didn't find much, aside from numerous beer bottles and cans, a used condom of questionable age (the cum in it had long since dried up) and several hardcore porn magazines that were looking rather worse for wear from being outdoors. Many of the pages were stuck together, more from being rained on than from being ejaculated over, but some were still in fairly good nick. She mrred and leafed very carefully through the magazines, starting to feel a bit aroused. One of them was right up her alley, showing several females in shiny latex getting fucked and spooged every which way. About half of the magazine was readable.

On an impulse she made her way out of the forest, taking the magazines with her. Though she said that she'd go looking for pipis, she was more inclined at the moment to frig herself until she came before doing anything else. If she was quick enough, she could do it before Serath got back. She grinned as she thought of having a quickie behind his back. It wasn't quite the same as getting boned by the delivery man, but still just as fun.

She put most of the magazines in the tent, then fetched a towel from the several they'd brought with them and laid it out on a smooth section of sand just in front of the tent. Then she stripped off her pants and knickers, laid the latex magazine on one end of the towel, and positioned herself in a squat at the other end. She opened the magazine to the first viewable page and started to play with herself, rubbing her clit in slow circles with her fingers.

This magazine followed the sexploits of a trio of women -a Siamese cat, a Golden Retriever and a palomino mare -in their mid-thirties. Bored with their housewife existence, they'd got together to get kinky with latex, rubber and dildos.

Viv started to frig herself faster when their menfolk arrived. From that point the dildos were pretty much forgotten as the guys -a horse, two hulking mastiffs and a tiger along for the ride -pulled out their manhoods and plunged them into any available hole.

"Ohh, fuck," Viv groaned, juices leaking copiously from her pussy as she started thrusting her fingers into it. When she got to the part where the guys were shooting off, she almost fell over as she frigged herself hard out, a cry of completion building up in her throat. The final pictures showed cum dripping from the cocks, the majority of the goo splattered over the women's faces and latex outfits, upon which it shone.

That was it. Viv suddenly hit her climax, toppling onto her knees and screaming in ecstasy as her cunt spasmed around her pumping fingers, squirting out juice over her hand.

That was pretty much it for the horny feline. She lay back on the towel, panting hard, sucking her nectar off her fingers. She closed her eyes, letting her orgasm ebb away.

She woke up a short time later when she heard the van returning. Sitting up, she had a stretch and got to her feet as Serath parked the van.

"You've been busy, I see," Serath remarked wryly when he got out of the van. "Weren't you supposed to be down there," he said, pointing, "looking for shellfish?"

"Um... I was," Viv began, feeling a little sheepish, "But I thought I'd explore the forest first to see if anything had been dumped."

Serath glanced down at the towel, and bent down to pick up the magazine. "Well, I think you've hit a small jackpot, so to speak," he said, thumbing carefully through it.

"I found a few others as well," the feline said, going to the tent and pulling them out. "Not in great nick, but there is some hot fucking going on."

"Mmm," Serath murmured, taking the other magazines and flicking through them. "It'd be nice if I could find a gay or bi mag lying around," he said wistfully. "I only ever find the straight stuff." He stopped when he got to a picture of a dark tortoiseshell cat, much like his wife, with a Rottweiler dick knotted in her tailhole and another spurting his jizz over her face. "Is this you?" he asked, turning the magazine around to show Viv.

Viv looked at it. "Oh yeah! That was one of my first photo shoots. Ricky and Dicky, I think their names were." She grinned and sighed happily. "That was before I met you. I kept in contact with them until they moved to Australia. We had some good sessions outside of the studio."

Serath raised an eye ridge. "Interesting." He leafed through the other pages, seeing his wife in a variety of contrived positions. "It seems really weird and disconcerting to actually see you baring yourself in such a fashion. I mean, I'm so used to you just going out now and then to screw around with other guys that I don't think twice about it, but to actually see evidence of you doing it is... a bit mindblowing. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Viv replied, slipping an arm around her wolf and hugging him closely. "Even some of the experienced guys in the studio feel that way whenever they see themselves after the shooting sessions." She leaned her head against Serath's shoulder and purred softly. "Did you find a bucket?" she asked, abruptly changing the subject.

Serath nodded, turning his head to nuzzle Viv's head. "Eventually. I got a little distracted a sexy wolf boy."

"Oh really?" Viv's eye ridges shot up. "Tell me more."

"Well, he looks sort of like me, but with more black on his back, about sixteen, and with a neat North American accent; he might be Canadian, but I'm not sure."

Viv stared at her husband, wondering what to say. "You like the younger ones, do you?"

"Why not? They're full of the energy that I used to have but don't any more," Serath answered with a grin. "I wouldn't go much younger than that, though. Sixteen's young enough. I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to shack up with him, though." He sighed. "I bet he comes in buckets."

"Did you when you were his age?"

"To be perfectly honest... no. My loads were definitely not that copious. Probably a good thing, really; my parents might have started wondering if they constantly found spooge splattered all over the walls."

Viv laughed and shook her head. "I never had that problem. Aside from not having the same equipment as you, I spent a lot of my life in a strict girls' school, where I didn't have much opportunity to get sexually adventurous."

"Really? I had no idea. You'll have to tell me what you got up to in those heady days of education."

"Oh, I will," Viv assured the wolf. "Maybe tonight after dinner, when we can sit around under the stars, wrapped up in blankets and... do whatever."

Serath nodded and gave Viv's ears a scritch. "All right then. In the meanwhile, why don't we toddle down to the water and see if we can find something marine to cook on the barbie?"

An hour or so of scouring the beach turned up about fifty between them. "That should be enough for tonight and tomorrow," Serath said as they headed back. "What else can we have with them?"

"If I was Clarkson then I could probably go and pick some flowers and grass and drain the oil sump to make a salad," Viv suggested, "but I'm not, so I won't." She chewed on her bottom lip again as she thought. "Did you bring any sauces or dressings?"

"Uh... I think I had the foresight to bring some Thousand Island dressing," Serath mused as he tried to remember what was in the chilly bin. "And a couple lemons. I've no idea what we could eat with them -maybe just the old standby of buttered bread."

"Works for me. Dinner doesn't have to be fancy or matched with a suitable wine," Viv said. "It just has to be edible and fit in my belly." She patted hers for emphasis.

Serath nodded. "Of course. You'll have to settle for Coke instead of wine, I'm afraid."

They set up the barbecue a few metres away from the tent. While Viv had a quick read of the manual, Serath got out the chilly bin and the other food and went through it, mentally sorting out what meals he could prepare. "I think we'll eat fairly comfortably tomorrow. Lots of meat, bread and a few vegetables, with some accompaniment." He took out a loaf of bread and margarine, found a table knife and began to slather the spread over the bread. When that was done he checked on Viv's progress. "Got it sorted yet?"

"I think so." The feline checked over all the components, making sure that everything was properly configured. "Okay, let's fire up this baby and see what happens."

Prudently, Serath stood back a few metres, just in case something wasn't quite right. His fears were unfounded, however. The burners lit up with nothing more than a soft 'whoomph' sound. "Cool, we can start cooking now."

"After it's heated up," Viv added pointedly. "It'll take a few minutes. In the meantime, gimme some oil and I'll grease up the plates."

Fairly soon the barbecue was up to temperature. Serath threw a few pipis on, and watched intently as they warmed up. One by one they began to crack open. He removed them as they opened, and put more fresh ones on. Once he had about twenty done he shelled them and diced them up with a sharp knife.

Viv watched as he prepared something from the chopped pipi meat. He diced half an onion, added a couple of chopped bacon rashers trimmed of their fat, added some crushed garlic and parsley then dumped the mixture onto the large hotplate and quickly cooked it with sweeping motions of the spatula.

Though Viv could cook well enough to take some of the cooking duties at home, she had to admit that Serath had a culinary prowess she couldn't match. Maybe it was the fact that he spent a lot of time at home, liked watching cooking shows, or that he liked working with food. Whatever the reason, she was always impressed at what he could come up with given a few ingredients.

"This really needs a bed of rice or pasta," Serath muttered as he rapidly moved the food about. "Get me a couple of plates, please?"

Viv held out the plates, and Serath scooped up the cooked mixture and dumped it evenly onto each plate. He placed some of the bread onto each, then bowed. "There we go. Pipis á là Serath," he announced in a grandiose manner. He turned off the LPG, shutting off the burners. "Bon appetit."

"It smells... interesting," Viv murmured, going over to her towel and sitting on it. Serath joined her with his own towel, and handed her a knife and fork. "Looks pretty good, though."

"Looks aren't everything. Its edibility is," Serath replied, picking up a forkful and putting it in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed. "You're right. It is a rather interesting taste. It's not too bad, though. I probably could have done better if I'd had a proper kitchen to work in."

"Yeah." Viv shrugged and started eating her meal.

By the time they'd finished eating the sky was starting to get dark. "Ah, crap!" Serath muttered, staring at his plate. "I don't know how we're going to wash up. There's no hot water around here. We at least have soap."

"Use some seawater? Or see if you can buy a large container of fresh water in town."

Serath nodded. "And a scrubbing brush. I can't be bothered going right now. It can wait until the morning." He took their plates and cutlery and pondered. "Actually... I will wash them now. I have an idea." He turned and started down towards the beach.

"What are you thinking?" Viv asked curiously.

"Water and sand -the sand will scour the food off."

"Oh!" Once again Viv was struck by her husband's practicality. "That would probably work."

Serath nodded. "Back shortly, hopefully with clean stuff."

He returned several minutes later, looking quite pleased with himself. "I'd say that was a success," he said, showing Viv the cleaned plates. "Just need to dry them."

Viv nodded. "Cool." She stretched out on her towel, swishing her tail idly from side to side. "It'd be nice if we had a fire to sit by. It's just not quite the same without the old campfire, and the sing-songs."

"Maybe. I've always thought that was more of an American tradition. Particularly singing Kumbaya," he added, making a face. "I never much liked that song."

"Heh." Viv padded the spot beside her. "Sit by me, love."

Serath placed the dishes and cutlery on the wooden 'bench' on the side of the barbecue, and sat down beside Viv, putting his arm around her and cuddling closely.

Viv purred quietly, leaning against him. "Did you have much to do tonight?" she murmured.

"Uh, no, not really," Serath replied, leaning his head closer to one of her ears and nibbling at it lightly. "Why? Did you have something in mind?"

"Well, we could either indulge in a bit of intimacy," she suggested, reaching for the wolf's crotch and massaging it gently, "or I could regale you with some of my personal history, as I promised."

"Mmm, that sounds good." Serath licked lightly inside the ear he was nibbling upon. "Or we could do both, perhaps. A gentle, slow fuck while you talk."

Viv mrred and flicked her ears. "We could... but I think I'd be frequently interrupted by orgasmic screams."

Serath grinned and chuckled. "True, true. Well, maybe we could just do it really slowly."

"Compromise. I'll talk for a while, then you can screw me silly, then I'll talk some more when I've recovered."

Serath laughed and nodded. "If that works for you, then sure. Let me just strip off first. It's a fairly warm night anyway, so we don't need any clothes on."

"Mmm, it is a little on the warm side, isn't it? Or is it just humid?" Viv shrugged and slipped out of her own clothing and stretched out on the towel sinuously, deliberately flicking her tail up to give Serath a brief glimpse of her vulva and tight tailhole.

"Mrrr... you have a really sexy bum," Serath murmured, resisting the urge to slide his hands over her rump and his dick into her snatch. "So tempted to just pounce you and screw you right now."

Viv looked over her shoulder, half closing her eyes and purring quietly, swaying her tail slowly, curling it around. "I won't put up a fight if you do," she said, winking at him.

"No. I'll refrain for the time being." The wolf gave Viv a light slap on the right buttock, and sprawled out upon his own towel. "So... how are you going to start?"

"Well... with the beginning I suppose." Viv rolled over onto her side, the end of her tail flicking slightly. "Hmm... would you believe that I'm a German?"

"Really?" Serath hadn't known that. "You don't act like it."

Viv frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Uh...." Serath was momentarily lost for words. "I meant that Germans are renowned for their efficiency and straight-lacedness. You're not exactly efficient, and you're hardly straight-laced."

The feline mulled that over, trying to figure out if he'd just given her a compliment or an insult. She eventually classed it as a compliment and moved on. "Yeah, I was born in Germany. Deutschland, Deutschland and all that."

"West Germany, I assume; I can't imagine you being brought up under the auspices of the East German socialists."

"Yeah, I was lucky in that respect." Viv idly drew a random squiggle in the sand then erased it with a swipe of her hand. "I wouldn't be here now except my father got a little overconfident with my mother."

Serath was all ears, so to speak. "How do you mean 'overconfident'?"

Viv chuckled. "He had a bit of a 'she'll be right' attitude sometimes. Mum did warn him that she wasn't quite out of her heat, but he was horny and just went for it. Shot her full of cum, and some months later I was born in a small village near Düsseldorf."

"What were they doing in West Germany in the first place?" Serath asked. Neither of your folks is German, are they?"

Viv shook her head. "They're not. Dad was on military duty, and Mum was accompanying him, along with my older brother Damien. He was only a year or so old at the time."

"Huh. I'd never have thought it. When did you come back here, then? It must have been early on, because you don't have an accent."

"Yup. When I was two we all packed up and left for the hills of Pahiatua. I was barely talking then, and my parents spoke English most of the time, so I never picked up any of the language or the accent."

"Probably a good thing. You might have got some stick for it at school."

Viv shrugged. "That wasn't really a problem for me. I stuck up for myself quite well, to the tune of a few scrapes and bruises. I sort of had to be vigilant; I went to a private all-girls school, and you wouldn't believe how many heartless little bitches there were running around."

"Whoa." Serath was quite surprised. "You don't seem the sort to be shacked up with hundreds of other girls."

"Heh. I didn't have much choice, to be honest. Just before I started school my parents had a major Lotto win. They thought, 'All right! We have money! Let's ship the kids off to boarding school!' So they did. We were sent up to Auckland, and we got to come home at the end of each school term, which was quite a while, as we had only three terms back then." Viv sighed and rolled over onto her back, peering up at the darkening sky. "I cried every night for ages, until one of the girls in my dorm slapped the heck out of me and told me to shut up.

"Boarding school wasn't all bad, though. I made a few good friends in my first year, and as I grew up I made more. I was quite popular by the time I got to the intermediate years."

Serath grinned, moving closer to give Viv a kiss on her nose. "And you're still popular... even if it's in a different way."

Viv laughed and pulled the wolf's muzzle in for a brief kiss. "I suppose I am. I think most of my school mates would keel over in a faint if they saw what I do for a living now."

"Were there any classes or activities that you really liked -or hated, for that matter," Serath enquired. "For me English was my passion, but I really despised Phys. Ed. Far too much physical effort and sweating, and the risk of getting injured." He chuckled and sighed as he thought back to his school days. "I spent more time in punishment for not bringing my P.E. Uniform than actually participating."

"Hmm. I guess I liked athletics -there was a large variety of activities I could do, and I was a natural at some of them. Running was my best sport, I think. I set a few track records." The feline rolled over onto her front again. "And acting classes were good, too. My first role was in a production of Snow White; I played Bashful."

Serath snickered. "You? Bashful? I don't think you could be any less bashful."

"Oh, shush," Viv admonished. "I got better roles as I got older." She screwed up her face as she tried to delve deeper into her memories. "Let's see... then there was Sleeping Beauty. I was one of the fairy godmothers. I was wearing this gorgeous blue satin dress and one of those pointy hats that was all the rage in the Middle Ages."

Serath thought for a moment. "A wimple, I think it's called. Stupid name, I always thought."

"Whatever. It towered over my head like a skyscraper, and nearly poked out an eye of one of the other fairies. What next?" Viv started drawing in the sand again, this time to try to organise her memories. "One year we performed an original play by the music teacher. Blowed if I know what it was called. It was a terrible play, but I was made to go it in because I had great acting ability -and because I was good at memorising my lines," she added with a hint of pride in her voice.

"What did you play?"

"Erm. Good question." Viv scratched behind one ear as she tried to remember. "I wasn't particularly interested in the part, so once the play had done its run I put it behind me and tried to forget about it. I think I was a ragamuffin in some modern Oliver Twist knock-off. Ticket sales were poor, so the music teacher was told not to bother submitting another play for performance at that school."

Serath snickered. "Poor guy. Or woman," he added. "I hope he or she was a better music teacher than a playwright."

Viv shrugged. "He was okay. A bit absent-minded, but I learned a lot from him. He was also the vocal trainer, and he taught extra classes three times a week."

"So your vocal talents weren't completely natural?"

"Not completely. I could hold a tune, but he taught me how to sing properly. That came in handy when I finally struck out on my own. My first gig earning money was as a singer in a seedy bar, earning five bucks an hour plus tips."

"No wonder you're so good at SingStar," muttered Serath good-naturedly. "You have a distinct advantage over me."

Viv smiled and leaned over to give her wolf a light kiss. "And I have no qualms about using it to get a win. Anyway, I'll speak about my singing career later.

"Anyway, after that dog's dinner of a play there were a couple of Shakespeare's works, some melodrama, and then The Sound of Music. I got the part of the eldest girl... I can't remember her name; it's been years since I saw the film.

"The last thing that I can remember being in was Beauty and the Beast."

"Were you the Beast?" Serath cut in before Viv could say anything. He quickly moved out of the way just in case she decided to fetch him a slap.

Viv didn't do anything, much to his surprise. "I was, actually. I had a mask on, and I wore a forest green crushed velvet suit. The Beauty was in a frilly yellow crinoline that just made it difficult to dance with her. Not that I really wanted to, anyway," she added, making an expression of distaste. "She and I didn't get on very well, but for the sake of the show we sucked it in.

"That's pretty much my early acting career covered, I think. I sort of dropped out of it to concentrate more on my singing and athletics training."

"And now you're acting in porn. Whatever would your friends and acting teachers think of you?"

"They'd probably think that I was going to hell in a hand basket," Viv said with a snort. "Did I mention that the school was a Catholic one?" When Serath shook his head she continued. "I was brought up to be 'right and proper', the perfect little kitten." She grinned evilly. "I soon showed them."

Serath raised an eye ridge. "Oh dear. What depths of depravity did you introduce to them?"

"Oh, nothing that bad, I assure you," Viv replied. "On one of my trips home my father was listening to Mötley Crüe. I thought it sounded pretty cool, so I asked if I could get a copy of his albums to listen to on my Walkman when I was at school. He said yes, but I had to wash the cars."

"Ooh, decadent. Your family had two cars?"

"Three, actually. An SUV for the family, and my parents each had a smaller car for general running about. Took me a whole afternoon and half a bottle of liquid soap. Thankfully he didn't make me wax them.

"Anyway, I got my tape, and I went back to school with it. From then on, I tried to listen to it as often as I could, when I wasn't trying to hide my Walkman from the teachers or dorm mistress." She grinned widely and rubbed her crotch. "I had to hide it in my knickers a few times when I was caught out. I just put on my most innocent expression and played dumb."

Serath hid a smirk behind a hand. "Uh-huh. Right. I can't imagine you playing dumb at all."

"It was a useful skill, believe me," Viv murmured. "I would have lost quite a few interesting devices and trinkets if I hadn't."

"Did you ever have to hide anything in your pussy?"

Viv shook her head. "Nope. Until I had sex for the first time, I couldn't fit anything up there except a couple inches of my fingers. Sex education was rather... lacking in our curriculum. I rather suspect that many of us left school for the outside world completely oblivious to what sex really entailed. Some, naturally, were more adventurous, and found out what it was all about in illicit encounters. Quite a few boys were discovered hiding out in the dorms."

"What happened to them?"

"I've no idea. They were marched out by their ears, and that was usually the last we saw of them. Us girls, on the other hand, probably had it a bit worse. We were given a chance to own up, and if someone came clean, then they would be marched off and given some onerous task to carry out. If no one owned up, then we were all given a task that would usually take us several hours, such as writing an essay about the dangers of fraternising with the male gender."

"I'd bet that never stopped the boys getting sneaked in, though," Serath guessed shrewdly.

"Nope. We just had to be more clever in our trysts."

A thought suddenly occurred to Serath. "Uh... did you ever... um... have a boy?"

"Once," Viv replied eventually, sounding a little evasive. "He was fourteen, slightly older than I was at the time. We didn't do much more than some kissing and fondling, though. It felt good, but... it didn't seem quite right." After a few seconds pause she continued, "He was a bit of an arse, really. Thought he knew everything."

Serath felt somewhat relieved at that news. "That's good. I mean, it's good that you didn't go any further. I've always thought that one's first time should be a special thing."

"Yeah. Anyway, I think I've strayed off-topic." Viv grinned and rolled over onto her back again, gazing up at the few stars that had appeared in the navy blue sky above. "Um... yeah, so I was getting into hard rock and metal music when I was about thirteen. When I had permission to go into town, I'd sometimes go to the music shops and snag similar music to what Dad listened to, so I built up a collection including Metallica and KISS. I hid the tapes and my Walkman in a hole in my mattress. Not the most original hiding place, but it worked for me."

"Surely you can't have been the only girl who had a penchant for that kind of music," Serath said. "I'd probably go nuts if I was the only person to like something."

Viv nodded, and rolled onto her side to look at her mate. "I had a few friends who shared my musical tastes. We even formed a band. On the surface we were a quintet of girls who liked to perform hymns in a modern style. When we thought we were alone, however, we liked to indulge ourselves."

"Did you ever get caught playing something you shouldn't have been?"

"Occasionally, but we had a contingency plan. If we were busted, then we immediately segued into Onward, Christian Soldiers. It didn't always go smoothly; sometimes we were in the wrong key, so we had to flub our way through to chords we could pick up from.

"If you hadn't guessed by now, I loved music. Recitals were always fun. I'd start off innocently enough with some easy twaddle, but just when the audience and teachers were relaxing I'd segue into something like Battery or Damage, Inc. from Metallica's Master of Puppets album." She shook her head and sighed. "It didn't sound quite the same on acoustic guitar, but I couldn't get hold of an electric guitar until midway through high school. The applause was... polite, at least. A few were more enthusiastic in their praise for the classics."

"That would depend on what you'd define as a classic," Serath pointed out. "I'd hardly rate a metal band as being 'classic'."

Viv poked her tongue out at Serath. "Each to their own. I've got nothing against old fogies like Beethoven or Chopin, but they're just not my cup of tea."

The sky had turned a dark, inky blue, and was now being decorated with stars twinkling in different colours.

"Skipping ahead a bit," Viv continued, "when I got to high school I picked up acting again. The classes were more interesting, the teachers were better, and we had more leeway in our choices of plays to perform. We even had some TV training. An intra-school TV station was set up, and I was one of the presenters on it. That was pretty fun.

"I tried to keep myself at least reasonably out of trouble until I got to my final year. Then I started letting my hair down a bit. My finest hour was probably the final prizegiving. I'd been asked to perform something suitable for the occasion, and I said I would. I wanted to do something different, though, and I conspired with the rest of my band -we were still together, surprisingly -to rope in the school orchestra for a performance the school would never forget."

Serath covered up his eyes with one hand. "Oh dear. I'm almost afraid to ask what you did."

"Well, we were all dressed in our school uniforms, as was expected, and we were the closing act after all the awards had been given out. We started out playing the school song, as was proper, but when we got to the end of it...." Viv smirked and paused for dramatic effect. "My band and I stripped off our uniforms, revealing our skimpy black denim skirts and shirts. I waved at the orchestra, screamed, 'One, two, three, four!' then we all launched into a pretty respectable cover of Metallica's Battery." The feline went into a fit of giggles as she reminisced. "The look on everyone's faces was priceless. Mum was gawping like a fish, and Dad looked as if he couldn't decide between giving me the hiding of my life or cheering for me. I didn't expect to get through to the end of the song, but no one stopped us - probably out of shock.

"When we'd finished the hall was so quiet you could have heard a cat fart. We took our bows, and left the stage, with the stares of our shocked and adoring fans following us."

"So what happened after that?"

Viv giggled. "If it hadn't been the last day for the seniors, we probably would have been suspended for a while. As it was, we were probably treated to lectures from our parents or guardians. My mother... didn't take my display of musical genius all that well. To put it mildly, she had a conniption, and we had a bit of an argument."

"Ah. I get the feeling that it was a big blow-up, and that family relations went downhill," Serath murmured.

Viv nodded slowly. "Got it in one. There was a lot of screaming about how I'd been sent to that school to grow up to be 'prim and proper', and that I'd thrown it all back in her face with my rebelliousness. Shit blew up, and I screamed back that I wasn't coming home, and she could go... do something unsavoury. I called my brother, who'd taken up an junior position at some IT firm, and he said I could move in with him for a while, until I'd got myself on my feet." She sighed and fell silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "I guess that was the first major turning point in my life. Childhood was left behind in the past, and life as a young adult had opened up before me. It was... rather unnerving. For the first time in my life there was no one to tell me what to do, or if I was doing something wrong." Viv's voice had fallen into a subdued tone.

Serath moved closer and cuddled up to his wife, whiffling through her hair. "You turned out okay, though. You can't have done all that badly."

"No, I guess I didn't." Viv purred a little and twitched her ears. "Things were hard at first, but after a few weeks I managed to score myself a modelling job. I breezed through the interviews and the auditions, and was all but hired on the spot."

"Oh? What did you model?"

"Various clothes. I got a few appearances in department store catalogues, and that was fairly good. It made enough money to pay rent from week to week." She swished her tail around to curl it around Serath's legs. "After a few months, I got asked to model in a sexpo, and I think that really opened up my sexuality. For others, at least," she added with a slight grin. "I appeared in several shiny new latex outfits that left almost nothing to the imagination. I enticed a few female customers, but I got a lot of male attention as well." She laughed and turned her head to try to look at Serath's face. "I was reeling them in with sensual movements, stroking my breasts, rubbing my crotch seductively, batting my eyelids coquettishly.... I think I helped sales quite a bit."

"And is that when you became interested in latex?" Serath licked at one of Viv's ears and lightly stroked his hand over her chest, cupping each breast in turn.

"Mmhmm." Viv mrred pleasantly, responding to the gentle caresses. "I saved up and bought my first outfit not long after that. I didn't have much occasion to wear it, though. I didn't have anyone to show it off to. I hadn't met you, after all."

"When did you finally meet someone?"

The feline thought for a moment. "When I was nineteen. I'd taken up performing in a local club to earn a little extra money. Pretty middle of the road stuff, no hard rock or metal, but it kept me fed. I was pretty popular with the clientèle; I always had eager applause and requests. Anyway, one night there was a young fellow there -a Siamese by the name of Jed. After I'd finished for the night he bought me a drink, we got talking and... we seemed to like each other enough to go out on a date."

Serath's ears twitched into a perked position. "Ooh, tell me more."

"Hrrm. We went out for dinner a few times, and the movies, and Rainbow's End once... it was nice. Eventually we ended up at his place, a cruddy flat in Pakuranga. Dingy, cluttered, unwashed dishes, food scraps everywhere... the usual student digs. His room was surprisingly neat, compared to the rest of the house. Nearly everything was in its place. His bed was a double, and had a chessboard patterned duvet. It was on that bed that he picked my cherry."

"How was it?" Serath asked with intense curiosity. "Everything you thought or were told it would be?"

"Hard to say. My sexual education was quite limited, so I didn't have much idea of what to do, and he was fairly inexperienced himself. He just lay on top of me, shoved his dick into my cunt and fucked me until he came. He at least had the foresight to wrap up and lube first. Still hurt like a mutha when he rammed it all in."

Serath winced and patted in sympathy. "I guess you didn't see him after that?"

"Not very often. I was feeling a bit bitter after being so roughly deflowered, and I thought that if all sex was like that, then what was the point of it? It wasn't until I talked to one of my former band members that I found out how sex should be. She'd got lucky and had a really nice boyfriend who was very loving. She said the sex was great, and that they liked doing it in different positions."

"Uh-huh. So what changed to transform you into the sex-loving woman you are today?" asked Serath. "It must have been something pretty major."

Viv looked a little unsure, and waved a hand in an uncertain gesture. "Yes and no. First off I sought out as many books and videos about female self-pleasure as I could. I figured if I wanted to enjoy sex, I should learn what best pleased me."

"I take it that your education was successful." Serath moved his hand down to his kitty's crotch and sneaked a finger between her legs, feeling for her sex.

Viv spread her legs a bit, letting Serath sink his finger into her warm, damp tunnel, and moaned softly. "Mmm, yeah, it was. Once I'd had my first orgasm I just couldn't get enough of it. I was frigging myself three or four times a day, and after I got hold of dildos and vibrators, I was almost begging for a dick in me."

"Mmm, my horny little sex kitten," Serath murmured, finding her clit and rubbing it gently, eliciting pleased purrs. "And did you get any?"

The feline didn't reply for a few seconds, as she was busy enjoying Serath's digital stimulation. "Mmm, eventually. I was modelling at another sexpo, and a talent agent for an adult film producer saw me. He asked if I was interested in auditioning for a 'blue movie', and I said, 'Sure! Why not?' I figured it'd be a good way to finally experience sex with someone who knew what they were doing.

"I was asked to come down to a nondescript studio in a nice part of town, and show myself off. Photoshoot, a little practical demonstration of my talents -I'd never sucked a dick in my life, but I must have been a natural -and I was hired. And so started my porn career. A model, a bar singer and a porn star -a kitty of many talents."

"Indeed you are," Serath mrred, rubbing Viv's clit with more vigour. "And then you met me, and your life got more interesting."

"And more complete, I think. Ooh, yeaaah, rub that clit," the feline moaned, trying to press her crotch firmly against Serath's fingers.

Serath smirked and slipped his fingers off her clit and into her snatch, which had become slightly wetter. "Is my kitty wanting a cock in her?"

"Mmm, yes please," Viv mrred, tensing around her mate's fingers. "It's been only a day since you fucked me."

"Yes, I remember," Serath murmured, snugging up more firmly to Viv as he fingered her hole, stirring up her juices. "One of these days you're going to have to go without for a night or two."

"Perish the thought! Ungh...."

Serath pulled his fingers out and licked them clean before sitting back on his legs. "Up you get. If you want my cock up your cunt you'll have to get me up and running first."

Viv giggled a little and nodded, rolling onto all fours and turning around to face her husband. She lowered her head and nuzzled at his sheath, licking around the opening and caressing his balls.

The wolf wagged his tail a little, brushing sand to and fro. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, sighing pleasantly as the light touch of her tongue and hand soon provoked a response from his nether regions. His cock slipped out, and was gently engulfed by her warm, wet mouth. "Mmm, I love how your mouth feels," he murmured, scritching softly behind her ears.

Viv replied with a purr and a swallow, taking Serath's cock completely into her muzzle. Her nose pressed into his belly fur, and the tip of his dick nudged into her throat, she began to purr strongly, sending vibrations through his member. Her hand massaged his heavy ball sack, rolling the orbs carefully in her fingers. As he stroked through her hair she started bobbing her head up and down slowly, keeping a light pressure upon his shaft as she fellated him. Her slightly rough tongue laved his throbbing flesh, and her teeth scraped very gently over it.

The pleasurable ministrations were almost too much for Serath to take for too long. As much as he wanted to blow a load down Viv's throat, he wanted very much to put it somewhere else. He reluctantly pulled his cock from her mouth, and lightly slapped her muzzle with it, smearing his precum over her nose. "Now... what does my kitty want?"

"Mmm... kitty wants her wuffy to give her cunt a good pounding and a hot cream filling," Viv murmured, slowly turning around and presenting herself to her mate.

"All right, then, lovey," Serath said with a smile. He moved up behind Viv, and lightly brushed his pre-spurting cocktip against her tight rosebud before moving it down to nudge it between her labia. He teased her for a few moments, rubbing against her clit before he sank into her tunnel, sighing with relief as he embedded himself.

Viv tensed up a little as her husband slipped his cock into her, and pushed back against him, sheathing his entire shaft deep within her. "Ooh, so big and thick," she moaned, winding her tail around his arm.

"You know you love it, especially when it's a horse stuffing you," Serath returned, gripping the feline's hips and pulling her firmly onto his cock, making her gasp. He took a firm hold and started to fuck her with strong movements of his hips. Quiet squelching came from their union as he thrust, stirring up her nectar, which mixed with his own precum to leak out of her in small dribbles. "Next time you have auditions for new stars," he asked, panting a little, "do you think that I could have a go?"

"Uh, why not?" Viv moaned, lowering her front and relaxing into the quick thrusts. "We don't often get husband and wife teams in our business."

Serath grinned and nodded, pulling out of her briefly, leaving her cunt gaping, then thrust back in with a slap. "It'd be strange to be in a film with you."

"I, uh, certainly wouldn't complain if you were." Viv picked herself up a bit and started to match Serath's movements, shoving herself back as he pushed forward, and vice versa. "Gods, fuck me hard, Serrie!" she groaned, reaching beneath herself to find her clit. She found it, and started rubbing it, adding extra stimulation as the wolf's thick shaft slipped in and out of her.

Serath slipped his thumb into his wife's pussy, getting it coated in their juices, then moved it up to her arsehole, pushing firmly and twisting to gain admittance to her most intimate hole.

"Ohhh, yes, fiddle with my arse," Viv moaned, the brief moment of pain as her tailhole was penetrated fading as the wolf's thumb slid deeper into her dark rectum. She could feel it pressing against his cock stuffing her cunt.

Serath increased the pace a bit, really pounding his cock hard and fast into his mate's body, feeling the urge to fill her with his fertile seed rising. "Yeah, you love getting your cunt screwed, don't you?" he demanded in a lusty tone of voice, pumping his thumb in and out. "You wish you could have a dick or two every day for you to ride and suck, and to spit cum all over you."

"Yes, yes, I do!" Viv cried, her fingers rubbing frantically at her clit as she verged on a powerful climax. Suddenly she came, letting out a screech of ecstasy that made Serath's thrusts falter the volume overcame his ears. Her snatch spasmed hard, milking at Serath's rapidly moving cock, trying to coax his seed from his heavy balls.

The wolf pulled out, watching Viv's pussy flex open and closed as she orgasmed, spitting out pre and juice from the opening. He rubbed the tip of his cock around and over her holes, getting her tailhole wet with his pre, then waited for a short time for Viv to calm down a bit before he slipped in again. He stroked over her back, scratching his claws through her smooth tortoiseshell-patterned fur until her panting had slowed down. He then entered her again, stroking in with a swift lunge, eliciting a gasp.

Viv was only just getting over her first climax when the wolf stuffed her again, so much so that the end of his cock hit her cervix. A jolt of pained pleasure ran through her, and she let out a gasp.

Serath took hold of Viv's hips and went at her again, pounding her cunt vigorously. His dick slipped in and out with wet slurping noises, his balls swinging to and fro. This time he was out to seed her.

After only a couple of minutes his climax was building, and his knot was swelling up. It slipped easily through Viv's sex lips at first, but as it grew he found it harder to cram it into her. Finally he pulled her hard onto him and let the fleshy bulb expand to full size, stretching her hot snatch out.

The feline moaned and clenched as the knot spread her pussy open, giving her that familiar feeling of taking on almost more than she could handle. "Yes, come in me!" she urged, her voice almost a whine of desire.

Serath started fucking her with jack hammer thrusts, short and hard, driving himself to the breaking point. Finally, with a howl to the unblinking stars above, he caved in to his body's urges. His knot and cock seemed to swell larger, then powerful pulses ejected his thin spunk into her fully stuffed sex, giving his kitty just what she had asked for.

When Viv felt the first spurts of her husband's seed firing into her, splattering over her cervix, she came again, clenching her eyes tightly as she pushed herself up, wanting to press herself back against Serath's lupine body. His cock shifted inside her as she changed position, nudging new areas of her stretched pussy. She shuddered, mewling and panting with completion as he panted her innards with his cum. The wolf wrapped his arms around her, and together they shared their climaxes.

Sometime later, perhaps several minutes, they had calmed down, their breathing slowed to almost their regular rhythms. Serath's cock was still shooting inside Viv, but the pulses were weaker as his orgasm ebbed. The feline's cunt had stopped spasming, and now she was just clenching manually, milking the last drops of cum from his cock.

"Mmm, so how was that?" Serath murmured gently into Viv's ear, licking just inside of it, making it twitch. His hands lightly caressed her breasts, the thumbs brushing over her firm nipples. His cock twitched a little inside her as she moved in his lap.

"That was great," she murmured, turning her head to try to lick at Serath's muzzle. "I think this is honestly the first time I've had a good fuck in the great outdoors. Best of all, I don't have sand in strange places."

"That's because we had towels underneath us," Serath replied, licking Viv's cute nose with his wet tongue. "I don't ever want to do it straight on the sand. Not unless you like having your pussy sanded."

Viv shook her head and giggled. "No, I don't." She leaned forward and tried to pull herself up off Serath's cock, wincing at the pressure pulling on her outer lips. "Not quite ready yet," she murmured. She settled back down and sighed happily.

Serath looked up at the stars, which looked back silently, twinkling in their apathetic way. "It's a nice night," he said softly, continuing to lightly rub Viv's bosom with gentle fingers. "I can't think of the last time when I spent any reasonable time outside admiring the stars."

"When we live in a city, there's usually not much to see anyway," Viv pointed out. "Too much light pollution spoils the view. And the city noises detract from the enjoyment of what you can see."

"Yeah," the wolf agreed. He smiled and nuzzled his nose through Viv's hair. "This is the first time we've ever had this kind of opportunity, I believe."

"Probably." Viv looked up at the sky as well, searching it for a particular constellation. "Ah, there it is." She pointed upwards. "Our old friend the Southern Cross."

Serath nodded slowly, finding the two Pointer stars then the cross itself. "I've always looked for Sirius, myself."

Viv thought for a few moments. "Oh, the Dog Star? Like in that old sci-fi programme?"

"Mmhmm. I used to watch it when I was young. It repeated a couple of times, then it never showed on TV again. Much like a lot of our locally made sci-fi shows. Pity, really. I think that they had some good ideas for kids' TV back then."

"Oh well," Viv sighed, leaning back into Serath's warm, loving embrace. "Such is progress."

After a few more minutes Viv tested the tie again, and found that Serath had shrunk enough to allow her to dismount. "Oooh, ouch," she said with a wince when his knot suddenly slurped out of her stretched pussy, releasing a small torrent of his and her cum. It dripped down onto his crotch and the towel. She carefully lowered herself and turned around, taking the soft cock into her mouth and stripping the juices from it, mrring at the odd combination of her musk and his metallic-tasting semen.

"You know, if we get too messy, we'll have to find some place to wash. The obviously place is the ocean, but... I know how you feel about that," he went on when Viv raised her eyes to stare up at him. He scratched her ears and sighed, leaning back on his hands. "I wonder if we could borrow the campsite's facilities... even if we have to sneak in. I didn't think of ablutions when we were 'organising' this little sojourn. He framed the word 'organising' with air quotes.

"Heh, yeah. Next time we do something like this, we are definitely spending some time making up a proper plan. Maybe a camper van would be better."

Serath put on a look of shock. "That would be against one of the strictest principles of Top Gear!"

Viv smirked. "Yeah, but I like to have a few creature comforts, such as a shower or toilet. Speaking of which...." The feline trailed off meaningfully.

"Oh. I did make sure I grabbed some loo paper before we left. I figured three rolls should be sufficient for the weekend," Serath assured Viv. "However, we'll have to find our own, uh, spots to do our business."

"Lovely," Viv replied wryly. She looked around and waved at the surrounding sand. "At least I have plenty of sand to cover up my leavings."

"I'll just...probably go somewhere far away and dig a hole," Serath said, feeling a little embarrassed. "In the dunes, perhaps. Anyway... I feel like a drink. Would you like one?"

"Yes please. I guess we can't really have a hot drink? I don't know if we could boil water on the barbecue."

Serath looked at the barbecue, rubbing his chin in thought. "I'm not sure, but I'm not about to try. Besides, we don't have anything in which to boil the water anyway. We'll just have to have Coke if we want our caffeine fixes, and Sprite if we don't."

Viv sighed. "Damn. I like my morning coffee. Oh well. It's only for a couple of days." She shrugged.

"Indeed." Serath got up, wincing as his lower joints complained at having to be moved after being stationary for a while. "Want Sprite, then?"

"Yeah, that'll do."

Serath returned a couple minutes later with two plastic cups of Sprite. "Here you go," he said, handing one to Viv then sitting down again, cross-legged, to sip at his own.

Viv took the proffered cup and nodded. "Thanks," she said, downing a third of the contents in a single gulp. "Ooh, that stings," she muttered with a grimace. "Carbonation," she explained at Serath's perplexed expression.

They sat in silence, surrounded by the cool air and the almost total darkness of the settled-in night. "This is rather unnerving," Serath murmured several minutes later.

"What is?"

Serath gestured vaguely to encompass their surroundings. "All this - no lights, no traffic noise or fumes, the incredible solitude. It's been so long since I've experienced this."

"Ah." Viv moved closer and slipped an arm around the wolf, hugging gently and resting her head against his shoulder. "I had this kind of solitude when I was a young kitten, before I was shipped off to boarding school. We lived a few kilometres out of town, so it was always fairly quiet. We got the occasional car going past, and the odd moo of a cow, but that was about it for noise, really."

"I see. I lived mostly in urban settings, so there was always some kind of noise to keep my ears occupied." Serath put his cup down and put both arms around his mate.

Viv yawned and snuggled up against Serath, purring quietly. "Mmm. I love you," she murmured, abruptly changing the subject. "I wouldn't have any other."

"Aww. I wouldn't want anyone else but you either," Serath replied lovingly, wagging his tail, brushing an arc in the sand.

They stayed snugged up together until a cold breeze blowing in from the ocean made them start shivering. "I think it's time we crawled into our sleeping bags," Serath suggested.

"Totally with you on that one." Viv unwound herself from Serath and moved to unzip the tent flap and crawl into it. "Where's that torch?"

"Uh... good question. Give me a moment." Serath tried to remember where he'd put the thing. "It's in with our stuff somewhere... most likely in the tent. Have a hunt for it."

"Gee, thanks." There was some muttered cursing from inside the tent as the feline searched through their various possessions until she found it. "Aha!" She flicked it on, lighting up the inside of the tent, and making her shadow visible to the wolf outside.

"Oh good!" Serath crawled into the tent as well, and did up the tent flap, which had been placed facing away from the ocean to avoid any cold winds blowing in. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it," Viv muttered, fetching Serath a light thump on the shoulder. She reached up to hang the torch from the hook provided in the 'ceiling' and then went in search of a book. "Ah, here it is." She partially unzipped her sleeping bag and wiggled herself down into it.

Serath rummaged around for his own book, then followed Viv's example.

Nearly two hours later Serath had finished the book and was starting to nod off. He didn't feel particularly sleepy, but the eerily silent surroundings somehow seemed to induce sleep. I wonder why that is, he thought to himself, rolling over onto his side to have a look at Viv. "Are you ready to sleep yet?"

"Eh, not quite. I still have a few pages left. Why, are you wanting to get some shut-eye?"

"Yeah, but I'll just probably doze off. Just turn off the torch when you're done reading."

Viv nodded. "Sure thing." She shuffled over to plant a kiss on Serath's nose. "Goodnight, wuffy. Sleep well. Don't let the bedbugs bite."

Serath smiled. "I'd be very annoyed if I found bedbugs in this thing only a day after we got them." He licked back at Viv's nose. "Nini, love." He yawned widely, rolled over to face outward, and settled in for slumber.

Viv smiled, watching her husband descend into sleep before she went back to her book. She was feeling a bit tired, but the book was getting to a really good part, and she wanted to find out how it played out.

About fifteen minutes later she memorised her place, closed the book, and reached up to switch off the torch, plunging the tent into darkness. She snuggled down into her sleeping bag and lay for a short time just listening to Serath's slow, even breathing, before she closed her eyes and waited for the Sandman to claim her.