FSE

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She purred as she preened, brushing the smooth cream fur of her throat, chest, stomach and down to her inner thighs. Her eyes half closed, the tip of her tail flicking pleasantly, she didn't protest when he took the brush from her to continue on her back starting at the nap of her neck. He brushed tawny fur over her the cougar's back, while she writhing and purred her appreciation for the attention.

"Are you sure? You said this wasn't really your kind of thing Love." His voice was a supple rumble as he finished, drawing the brush in long strokes down the length of her golden tail.

She turned, admiring his freshly brushed fur in turn. A glossy orange and black highlighting a white chest, covered the stout if not quite burly tiger frame. "I told you Terrance, if you're going to do something you may as well do it all the way."

"Oh may we Ella?"

She growled, playfully, leaned forward, setting paws on his chest and extending her claws just a little. "Don't you tease me. This was your idea after all," She slid her paws up to his shoulders, pushing him back down onto the bed. He sprawled, in playful submission as she leaned over him, her breasts just big enough to sway a bit as she did. "and I didn't say it wasn't my thing, I said I never thought it was something I would actually do."

"So it's ok that I want to show off my beautiful cougar?"

"Oh it's me you want to show off?" She reached between her legs, and under his towel, to draw a finger over his heavy sheath.

"Of course." He did his best not to reach, though his tail twitched with each touch.

She smiled, white sharp teeth gleaming. "Well in that case I suppose I'm ok with it. Lets get dressed and go."

"Are you sure there's not time for a preview?"

"We're already late hon. Move it."

"Are you sure I shouldn't bring anything else?" the brown rabbit called over his shoulder, tapping one big foot-paw impatiently as he glared at the open suitcase.

"Do you have cloths?" Holly called from the other room.

"Yes." Ken pointed and ticked a blunt brown claw in the air as if marking it off a list.

"Something to read, a book or whatever."

"Yes." His long floppy ears flicked.

"And your extra laptop battery?"

"Yes." His cotton tail stilled it's proud flicking slightly.

"Well we shouldn't need any of those so I'm sure you packed everything else."

He winced. "Thanks hon."

"Your welcome love." She leaned against the door frame, smiling at him from behind small wire-framed spectacles. She had grey fur and bright blue eyes that glittered playfully. "Ok, so maybe a little preview... What do you think?" She wore nothing but a pale pink lace nightie that hugged her heavy breasts, narrowed a bit at the waist and flared again, showing off the wide curve of her generous hips. Her tail, dyed almost the same shade of pink, flicked behind her as she posed for him.

He swallowed, shifting from foot to foot for a moment before reaching down unconsciously to adjust himself in his trousers. "I..." he began.

"Well said." She interrupted with a giggle. "Let me throw this in my bag and get dressed, than we can go."

He swallowed, watched her turn and roll her hips once before leaving. "Ok."

"I can hardly wait."

"I happen to know from personal experience that you're ability to wait is in fact disproportional to your species."

"Was that a cheetah joke?" Kris smirked, his tail flicking as he paced the living room of their flat.

"If the collar fits kitten..." Seph leaned around the corner to their bedroom, the arctic foxes pointed black ears turned coyly away.

"Oh, I'll not be charged with species cliche by a fox on his way to a sex competition."

"It is not a sex competition." Seph pouted, flicking his fluffy tail brush "It is a cooperative erotic exhibition." He did his best not to laugh, though his ice blue eyes twinkled.

"Is there a prize?"

"Aye."

"Do you want to win the prize."

"Aye."

"Than it's a contest."

"Bugger you."

"Soon enough." Kris winked back, and they both laughed.

The Hotel Hello sat atop a hill far enough out of town to overlook the lights of the sprawling city. It was an old building, at lest by the standards of the city, boasting more than a century of history. Born as a grand, gilded mansion known as Carrey House, she was in turns, a seat of governance, a hospice, and a bordello. Her current incarnation, not quite the house of ill repute that it once was, but only hardly by enough to split with a claw. The modus of her depravity, on the other paw, were quite new. The Hotel Hello was, indeed, a hotel. Quite a fancy one at that, with all of the expected amenities, from a gourmet room service, to in-room spa treatments, but with one particular difference found nowhere else. It all came with a show, or to be more precise, it was all a show. And the customers were the stars.

Cameras had been installed in walls, ceilings, and floors throughout the different rooms. Each camera was clearly marked, with indicators and caps, and controls. In every room of every suite were monitors, mostly built directly into the walls, from which a guest could view any of the streams from any active camera throughout the rest of the hotel. A voyeurs paradise, and an exhibitionists as well, and if the guest checked the right box on their check-in, their feeds were streamed to the web, at a premium of course, for a select clientele. At the end of each night a vote was tallied, and the most popular stream was granted their stay and expenses gratis.

"No small prize." Ella suppressed a shudder as she pulled off the road and onto the white gravel driveway of the Hotel Hello, the building at the end of the roundabout a looming conflagration of shining lights flaring off of golden gilt and sanguine satin curtains.

"I told you, I can afford it. Don't worry."

"Hmm." She shrugged. Terrance had mistaken her worry for the financial. She shivered again. Honestly, she couldn't decide if it was a tremor of dread, or excitement. She had dreamt of staying at the Hotel Hello ever since she had heard about it nearly a year before, to the detriment of many a soaked pair of panties. Still, she had never expected to really expected to get up either the finances or the nerve to actually do so.

Rolling to a stop at the end of the driveway, the doors were opened by a pair of valets, both huskies, she guessed by their tails, or some other near-wolf breed by their muzzles. They wore harlequin masks of red and gold and perfect matching crimson suites. "Madame Ella, I presume." the one at her door bowed slightly, offering her a paw while his double on the far side echoed "Monsieur Terrance, I presume."

"Thank you." She nodded back, taking the offered paw and stepping out of her vehicle. While the red masked valet stacked their luggage neatly on a rollaway, the gold mask took her place behind the wheel.

Inside the spacious foyer a small standing desk was the only sign that it was anything but a well tended mansion. Polished brass inlay limned shining patterns in the white marble floor and twin stair cases swept up on either side of the room to an upper promenade. The walls were dark, almost black, hardwood with the same red satin curtains visible from the outside. All was polished and shone with immaculate care.

"Good evening." The lady behind the counter nodded as they entered. A black cat with electric blue highlights on the tufts of her ears wore a shining silver collar over a very low cut, but otherwise business like black suite coat and slacks that hugged her rolling hips.

"Good evening." Terrance answered, his voice a reassuring basso purr. Ella found herself leaning against him as she hugged his arm.

The receptionist slid a small black envelope across the glass top of her desk. "You will be in room three."

Ella eyed the envelope with mixed apprehension and excitement. "We don't have to... I don't know... Sign something?"

She smiled. "Don't worry. All of that will be taken care of in your room."

The tiger reached out and plucked the little envelope off the desk with is fore and thumb claws. "Thank you."

"Enjoy your stay."

"I'm sure we will." Seph flicked the envelope up into the air before catching it with his other paw. "Do you get a vote?"

The black cat receptionist smiled, her teeth gleaming white, amber eyes glinting cheerfully, from the black velvet of her face. "We don't watch.

"Too bad." Kris ran a claw through his lovers fur, tracing down from under his muzzle to his shirt line. "It's a good show."

"I'm sure it is." She nodded. "If I'm not mistaken, you have been the most popular more than once."

Seph chuckled. "I thought the staff was supposed to be totally anonymous here."

"We are not blind, and we are not deff," she answered, in the sing-song lilt of a memorized litany "But outside these walls we are mute as stone."

"Room one." Kris danced away a few steps. "Are you coming?"

"Room one." Seph repeated, winking at the receptionist. "Is that a good one?"

"They are all identical sir."

"I'm sure you could make it a bit more special..."

She didn't even flick an ear.

"Are you trying to collect more cats?" Kris teased as they set their paws the the thick, luxurious carpet of the hallway beyond the marble foyer.

"It seems to have been working well for me so far." the fox, walking behind, kissed his lover between the ears.

"Am I not enough for you?" He fluttered his ears and did his best to look worried, though his tail more than gave away the facade.

"I don't know. I'm fairly sure you've a better cock, but your tits do leave something to be desired."

"You wound me!" Kris mimed an arrow strike to the heart and started to fall.

Seph, in one smooth motion, caught him, pressed him to the wall, and kissed him hard on the lips. "How can I contrive to salve your wounds my dearest Kris." He growled into the cheetahs ear.

Dropping his charade he slide his paws down the Foxes sides. "Mmm... How about we hurry up and get to our rooms."

"Excellent idea." Seph laughed.

After a brief bout of kisses and teasing nips, they disentangled themselves and hurried to the end of the hall. Slipping a key card out of the envelope, one of three, Seph unlocked the door and held it for Kris. Their bags waited just inside the door.

"Ooh, it's a blue room." Kris surveyed the room with admiration.

Before them was a small living room, a thickly padded couch with deep blue silken cushions and a pile of throw pillows sat across from a large monitor embedded in the wall. Dark blue wall paper with robins egg paisleys covered the panels between the same black hardwood accents. The carpet was thick, almost white, but with a touch of blue that gave the impression of the midwinter sky. Overstuffed chairs and a small, but sturdy looking desk filled out the rest of the front room. Silver rings, in the wall over the minter, in other walls, even the ceiling over the couch and on the desk, marked the cameras. Each with a silver cover, assuring that they were inactive and hidden.

The bedroom, to which Seph was dragged by Kris as soon as he had his fill of admiring the front room, was easily as well appointed. There were two monitors on opposite walls, one at the head and one at the foot of the bed. Though it was the only furniture in the room, the bed still seemed to fill it. Four tall posts rose from a mahogany headboard and base. Thick mattresses were draped in silk sheets and fluffy blankets, the same color as the couch. A pale blue veil hung from the posts, not thick enough to hid anything, but enough to blur the cameras.

Returning to the front room Kris sprawled on the couch, managing to look simultaneously disheveled and carefully posed. "We look good in blue." he let his tail slide down the navy pillows, his orange fur bright in contrast.

"I'm going to use the bathroom." Seph spotted the other door out from the bedroom. "Why don't you get us checked in, see if anybody's online yet."

The bathroom was significantly more modern in appearance than the rest of the suite.

The thick carpet replaced by a black marble floor, though warm under paw, Ken figured it must be heated. The sink was gleaming silver, set in a wide counter with a large mirror. A silver frame around the mirror suggested that it too concealed a camera. Across from the door was a smaller door, leading to the commode, but to the left was a glass wall three paces long. Behind it was entirely tiled with a forrest green similar to the carpet couch and bed in the rest of the suite. A drain in the middle, and no less than four different shower heads suggested that that entire side of the bathroom was the shower. Silver rings were set all over in there and across from the glass wall. He smiled, unconsciously reaching down to adjust himself again. That, he decided, they would definitely have to take advantage of sooner rather than later. The commode itself, he noted, was free of little silver rings. No cameras there. Perhaps not all kinks served. Still, enough. He hurried through his ablutions, quick to return to his wife.

She had changed, while he was away, back into the pink lingerie and reclined on the bed waiting for him.

He paused for a moment, tracing each curve with his eyes. She was gorgeous, from he sapphire eyes shining in the silver of her fur, to the more than generous curves that the pink lingerie strained to contain. She was a lapin goddess in form, heavy of breast, wide of hip, and broad of paw. She watched him in turn, her smiling eyes half hidden behind the shine of the little round lensed pinched to her short muzzle. Unconciously he reached down to adjust himself through his pants. "Have you checked us in?"

"I was just about to." She nodded toward a black glass control panel near the head of the bed.

"I wonder if anybody else is on yet."

"We shall see." She pressed her paw against the black panel. A faint blue light flashing momentarily around it's edge was followed by an almost sub-audible hum. The monitors winked on, each of them displaying a welcome message and a scrollable text that amounted to their contract. The silver ring over the monitor across from the foot of the bed blinked twice red, than light up white as the silver panel slid away revealing the black eye of the camera. Two red boxes appeared, one around each of them. Skimming to the bottom, she pressed her paw against the glass again and was answered with a small chime as the box around her flashed green. Ken followed suite, pressing his paw against the glass. The box around him flashed in turn, the picture winked off, replaced by a menu interface, and the camera deactivated and recovered itself.

"What do you think?" Holly tapped the glass, scrolling through the options. "Cameras?"

"Do you want to direct?"

She shook her head. "What a bother."

"Than just turn them all on."

She tapped again and an option blinked twice before the menu faded. Around them dozens of little silver rings flashed red, than dimly set to a pale white light. "Do you want to know when we're being watched?"

Ken shivered slightly, reaching down unconsciously to adjust himself. "No." He grinned.

Another tap, and than a couple more. Finally a three by three grid appeared on screen. They were at the center, the view shifting from the camera over the monitor to one in the wall by Ken "We're on. Looks like we might be the first." Though as she spoke another square illuminated, showing a horse in loose shorts that did little to conceal a significant bulge kissing a lean, but strong looking goat in a sun dress. She strained on the tips of her hooves to reach up far enough to kiss the draft horse. She looked to be hardly half his size. The room around them was a warm, loamy brown.

Ken laughed. "Well that looks... Impractical."

Holly just adjusted her glasses daintily, and smiled.

Another block lit, this one revealing an all white room with a lone black panther lounging on his couch. Already naked, he watched his monitor, seeming to peer out at them, while slowly storming a thickly furred sheath.

"They're just settling in." Ken shrugged.

"So shall we start them off?"

"I think so." He waved his hand over the panel and the monitor dimmed. "Here?" He breathed, crawling onto the bed, and half stalking across the dark emerald covers towards her.

"Now." She lay back, with only a touch of overdramatic flare, running her paws down from her neck to first lift, than squeeze her ample breasts though the cloth of the neglige.

"It's lovely." ken grinned, "but we need to get that off of you before it gets ruined.

She half giggled, continuing to run her paws down her body as she watched him draw slowly nearer. "You first."

Obediently he stripped, tossing his clothes off the side of the bed until he knelt over her naked. His wide paws braced as he leaned back a bit, giving her (and the camera on the near wall) a clear view of his shaft and balls. The fur a paler brown than the rest contrasted with the darker, almost black, spots on his shoulders and muzzle and paws. He was hung, for a rabbit, significantly. With his paw and hers both wrapped around his shaft, there was still enough showing for her to give it a lingering lick.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from her, sliding down the bed, he set one claw against the bottom of her footpaw, tracing between the large toes that splayed, half in pleasure and half tickling. She giggled again, a tiny girlish sound that made him love her all the more every time he heard it. He continued, kneeling over her leg as he ran his blunt claws up her inner thigh and under the cloth of the negligee. He is fingers settled between her legs, free of any obstructionist panties, he spread her nether-lips ever so slightly. Watching her eyes half close in anticipation he rubbed at the nub of her clit. She started to moan, eyes almost closed, still massaging her heavy breasts through the pink cloth, so he almost yelped in surprised when she drew her leg up a bit, lifting is testicles and with her wide foot-paw before running the soft furred bottom of her toes up his shift. Twitching at the unexpected stimulation, he slipped down, sliding a finger into her already almost dripping wet slit. She gasped, moaning again, before squirming. Opening her eyes she glared down at him with a hungry passion. "We can tease later. Get up here and fuck me first."

Pulling out of her, and sliding his paws around the broad curve of her highs, up her body to cup his paws over her nippls, he slid the cloth with him, piling it up around her until it was just a pink ruffle revealing the bottom half of her bosem. But then, kneeling between her legs, with his own strident phallus bobbing over her dipping vagina, he paused. She raised her hands, in a mock surrender, and he slid the negligee the rest of the way off, tossing it to the side of the bed.

He leaned back, admiring her. His paws still pressed against her large breasts, the white fur of her belly highlighted the heave and curve of them, than the surprising narrowness of her waist. She wasn't skinny, but the overt curve of her hips and top served to hide the extent of her curves when clothed.

Hungry, she rocked under him, lifting her hips to press the sensitive nub of her clit against the base of his sheath. His paws on her breasts pushed hard enough to be almost painful, at the same time exciting a warm and lustful pleasure that seemed to ripple upwards an through her shoulders and downwards through her belly at the same time. His fingers opening and closing ever so slightly squeezed her nipples, each time sending another jolt through her as his blunt claws traced . "By the gods that feels good..." She half moaned, before reaching up and gripping his shoulders. It felt great, but it was not the least bit satisfying. If anything, it just made her want more.

"They're watching." he practically growled at her.

She gasped, a surge running through her.

Releasing her breasts, letting them fall a bit to both sides where they bounced, another surprisingly joyful feeling, he pulled back, bent forward, and set the tip of his shaft between her labia. She reached up, set one paw behind his neck, while the other traced a ring around the areola of the nipple closer to the active camera. "I love you." she whispered.

She saw him smile, before he closed his eyes, and pushing with his strong hind paws, drove himself as deep as he could into her. He filled her. She lifted her legs, splaying the toes on both foot-paws as he pulled part way out, and drove in again. He gasped, convulsively gripping she caught the fur at the nape of his neck and her teased breast simultaneously. Her breath caught as he filled her again, and big as he was, for the life of her it felt like he might not fit. She screamed, as the white fire of orgasm seemed to ignite between her legs, spreading through her body in a wave of ecstasy. As she convulsively clamped down on him, it felt like he doubled in size.

She rode the orgasm, unaware and uncaring of anybody else in the world but the two of them. When, with a shiver, it finally passed, she braced, still with one paw around his neck, but gripping the bedclothes with the other, set her shoulders, and rolled her hips up against her lover. Matching his rhythm, she gripped and released, pumping against him thrust for thrust. More blue lights, and more orgasms. She watched his eyes, loving every time she flexed and the went wide, drawing another strained and panting breath from him as he tried to restrain himself. She held him, watched him, and gasped every time he rolled his hips, shifting his cock inside of her to rub agains another, impossibly more sensitive spot.

He rode her through orgasm after orgasm before leaning close in, whispering in her ear, "I love you." Leaning back, breaking her grip, he reached down with one paw to steady himself behind, and with the other vigorously rubbing her slit and her swollen clitoris above his pounding shaft. She screamed, arching her back in orgasm, reaching up with both paws to grip and squeeze her bouncing tits.

It was pleasure so intense it burned, her whole body seemed to flare with sensitivity, from the twin sparks of her nipples to the tips of her toes. Even her breath, ragged and strained, seemed an ice salve in her lungs that set off yet more waves of pleasure. She couldn't tell if she was still screaming or not, and she didn't care. He hadn't made love to her like that in a long time, or at least she thought so, but than thinking had suddenly become much more difficult. All she really cared to think about was bucking her hips agains thin, and the constant flare of orgasm after orgasm.

"I want to cum on you." She heard his growl, and he sounded as strained as she was ecstatic.

"Yes." she gasped. Just the thought of his orgasm redoubling her own. She pressed her tits together in anticipation. "Cum. Cum on me. Now." She was breathless, and she couldn't tell if she wanted him to stop immediately or never.

He pulled out of her, and even his absence seemed to ripple though her in a shockwave of orgasms. Shuddering, before she could collect herself, she felt his weight on her stomach, his knees on either side of her. Looking up at his glistening shaft, literally dripping with her juices, she wrapped one arm around to squeeze both breasts together, allowing the other to reach down and continue flicking her nub.

Wordlessly he stroked himself, once, twice, three times, and came. She watched as his shaft swelled, than seemed to yank itself upwards, jetting a thick stream of his seed over her left nipple. She felt it, hot and slick as it hit the areola, and a moment later as it soaked into her fur. Another spurt, and a third, he managed two on the one side and the third, though less, on her other breast. A bit splashed far enough up to land on her muzzle and she licked it, closing her eyes and sliding a ringer, just barely, into herself as she tasted him, eliciting final orgasm, not nearly as intense, but none the less for it as she taste him, smelled him, and felt him.

He continued stroking as he watched her, watched the cum soak into the fur of her breast, and the look of rapture on her face.

He watched as she rubbed herself, tail lashing, eyes on his thick shaft, and purring. Her tawny fur seemed almost radiant against the onyx black silk sheets.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"I think so..." She shivered, slowing her masturbation.

"Do you want to watch a bit first?"

The look of relief that washed over her, from ears to tail, was unmistakable. "Can we."

"Of course." The big tiger chuckled. "Lets see who else is here..." he tapped the panel off one side of the bed, while settling in beside her. She leaned against his chest, pulling his arm down over her as she turned slightly so he could reach. As the relatively rough of his paw pad replaced hers, rubbing between her legs, she set her own satin soft paw to stroking his still rising erection.

On the screen a brown rabbit buck let loose a prodigious stream of semen across the heavy looking breasts of his doe.

"Bunny girls," she chuckled nervously. "All hind paw, ass and tits."

"Jealous?" Terrance grinned down at her.

"When I've got this?" she extended a claw, running it teasingly up the extra sensitive underside of his shaft, grinning as his spines reflexively flared.

He tapped the control, and a horse appeared, lying on his back on the floor, with a goat doe literally squatted over him. Her eyes closed and her tongue lolled as she pinched the nipples on her small breasts and took the first hand span of what looked to be an improbable length and width to ever fit inside of her.

"Jealous?" Ella asked, a little wide eyed.

"A little scared." he admitted, tapping the control again.

A black panther, alone and pawing a shaft wet with pre as he watched his own monitor didn't interest either of them, same for a solo cheetah.

Another tap brought a pair of siamese cats writhing in a turquoise bedspread. They were so close to identical, from fur markings to breast size, and, apparently extreme flexiblity, that it was difficult to tell where one began and the other ended.

Another tap and revealed a mink wrapped in red cords that matched the carpet on which she knelt, just in time for the rat behind her to pull on the rope, eliciting a scream so mingled with pleasure and pain that the two were indistinguishable. He grinned, a needle sharp grin, and pulled again as a tear wetted her muzzle fur and a gush of orgasmic fluids soaked the rope strung taught between legs and under her tail.

Another tap brought up a husky on his knees, pawing himself while lapping the remains of an orgasm from the shaft of a burly looking red-wolf that seemed to be near pinned to the wall.

Another tap summoned a grey cat with black stripes who held his paws behind his back, wearing a lacy pair of panties, soaked with precut and completely failing to contain the erection straining them. A vixen, tall and busty with a wide brush tucked around behind her moaned softly, fingering herself, while he licked the pads of her foot-paw.

A gasp, and a flush of hot wetness over his paw caught Terrance completely by surprise. He had been paying too much attention to the monitor. "Ella?" He grinned down at her.

She demurred, a blush pulling her ears down for a moment before she gathered herself. "Our turn?" She looked up at him with a half hopeful smile.

"Sure." He couldn't help his grin widening. "Cameras?"

"Yes." she almost whispered.

A few taps, and silver lights ignited all around them.

She shivered.

"You're sure?" He ran a paw over her hear to cup her cheek, looking her in the eye.

She nodded.

"Ok." He purred.

She rolled onto all fours, her long thick tail lashing behind her, raised and practically presenting. She stalked around him, claws extending and contracting as she kneaded, circling the staff of his erection, never breaking eye contact with him. Between his legs, she leaned down, just enough to quickly lick his length before returning to her circling. He purred louder, twitching as her hot, rough tongue splayed his spines again.

Circling him completely, she straddled his stomach, pulling him down onto the his back before kneading again, this time into the thick fur of his chest. His purring increased, as did his curiosity. He'd never seen the cougar take charge like that before. He stroked the fur of her hip and thigh, straying every few passes either back to squeeze her bum or forward to tease closer to her wet sex. He tried to reach up towards her breasts, but she batted his paw away, reaching up instead with both of her paws to squeeze and display them. She rolled her hips, soaking the fur of his belly where she rubbed. At the same time she curled her tail around, letting just the tip curve almost all the way under to stroke the length of his shaft, from sheath to tip.

She continued to tease, loving how the look of confusion turned to pleasure, than consternation as she drew ever closer. She thought he might just lift her up and take her anyway when she curled her chin in and licked across one of her uplifted nipples. The sensation of her rough tongue on the sensitive flesh was surprisingly pleasant, but the look of lustful glee and frustration that turned the tigers muzzle was far better. The tip of her tail was all but soaked with his pre by the time she braced on his chest again, lifting her hips and sliding back so the tip of his shaft split her nether lips, spreading wide around his cockhead. She could feel the heat of his lust against hers, and she wanted him inside of her. She was just about to let herself settle down when the ring of light around the black spot in front of her went from white to blue.

Passive, to active.

Right there.

Watching her.

The camera couldn't have more than been a pace away of her. Her no more than a pace from it. Active.

Somebody watching. Her.

A skein of ice seemed to slide through her veins, followed by a blush so hot she wouldn't have been surprised if her fur started smoking.

"Ella?" Terrance whispered, watching her heckles rise.

And then...

Somebody watching.

Watching HER.

She grinned the fanged smile of a hunter, her prey cornered.

She closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and imagined the panther on his couch stroking, and the twin siamese with fingers in each other, watching her.

Slowly she let her weight settle, slowly she took the tiger cock, almost as big around as her fist, all the way inside of her. She felt him flare inside of her, she felt every stud, every spine, every curve and every vein as he filled her to capacity. She gasped, screamed, and she imagined the panther cumming, she imagined the siamese whimpering and holding each other as they orgasm, and she orgasmed with them. She looked into the camera, lifted her tail and let it lash behind her, lifted her hips, than plunged down again, this time feeling Terrance rise to meet her, hearing his growling purr. She watched the camera as she fucked him until he took over, rolling her back, pulling out just long enough for her to settle onto all fours, before taking her from behind. She watched the camera then too, over the monitor, though she could see nothing but the blue light, actively watching.

She leaned on the edge of the bed, with her tiger standing behind her and she came again and agin, always with the blue eye watching her. Her claws sunk into the bed she held herself up just enough to be able to look across the bed at the camera oposite, her nipples rubbing against the silk each time he thrust into her, she screamed again, yowling in orgasm.

"I'm ready." he snarled, though he hardly needed to, she could feel him throbbing inside of her.

"Cum inside of me." she begged, without breaking eye contact with the camera across from her.

He obliged, roaring as he spent himself in her, and she roared as well, as orgasm swept her off her paws, thankful for the bed to lean on, for the black silk cool against her cheek.

As he started to pull way, reaching for the panel, but she caught him, spinning him around. "Not yet." She growled, squatting in front of him. A blue light on the floor directly under them, she squatted over it, sweeping her tail and imagining the sight of her creamy fur surround her stretched cunt, red and swollen, as it dripped her lovers seed mingled with her own juices. She pulled him close, taking his shaft into her muzzle, and licking the same heady concoction from every inch of his shaft, from the fur of his sheath, taking care to lick each ball in turn clean. By the time she was nearly done he was all but dripping again, pre beading at the tip of his shaft. The lights were still blue, so she took him into her muzzle again and licked his shaft, gripping and lifting his tail with one paw and rubbing her clit with the other until he came again. She gulped him down, swallowing him around moaning purrs, and orgasming hard enough to splash his cum and hers over the open camera.

"Good?" she whispered up at him, suddenly struck with a pang of worry again.

"Good." he managed, to echo, though the obvious effort he was exhorting to remain standing was answer enough.

"Are you done?"

"I certainly hope not."

Seph chided as he walked up behind the couch, the black tip of his white brush flicking playfully. "Getting started without me though?"

"Mmm, I saw this delicious chocolate panther." Kris grinned, rolling onto his knees on the couch, crossing his paws on the back and resting his chin on them. "He just looked so lonely, I thought I'd join in." He spread his knees, leaving his paws together but lifting his tail enough to make sure his tail hole and hanging sack were clearly visible to anybody watching from that side.

"Well, since it sounds like I need to catch up..." He walked around behind the cheetah, who didn't move. Gripping his tail, he lifted his lovers tight rump, giving it a light swat, eliciting a moaning purr. "So how about you start off on your knees?"

"Aren't I already?" He murred, eyes closed.

"I bet somebody would love to get a nice close up look at that delicious little hole of yours while you finger it." he suggested.

Kris' ears perked. "Mmm... Not bad." He agreed, swinging off the couch to straddle a ring of white in the carpet in front of the couch, which almost immediately snapped to blue. Seph stood before him, lets slightly spread, claws digging into the carpet for purchase, slowly storming his rising erection.

The feline looked up at his vulpine lover and slipped the finger of one paw into his muzzle, suckling and licking his own finger until the fur was thoroughly wet. "Come here." he purred, as he knelt, lifting his tail and reaching around behind, slid the tip of his finger into his own tail hole. Seph watched for a moment as Kris fingered himself, watched as he clearly enjoyed himself and wondered how much was getting to show off, and how much was just the anal masturbation.

With a shrug, he lowered his own shaft, thrusting forward gently into the feline slightly parted lips. He pressed deeper, as the agile, if rough, feline tongue coaxed him further and further. He nearly hilted, careful not to knot against his lovers fangs.

Kris loved the feeling of being filled from both ends, his eyes closed, every breath was an intoxicating blend of the arctic foxes musk and arousal. Every time Seph thrust deeper into his muzzle he pressed his finger deeper in his tail hole. Bending further and further back so he could press deeper and deeper, he vaguely wondered if anybody was shifting from the camera below them to the one behind him to follow the finger dipping in and out of the white fur rimmed hole, or if they kept watching from below to watch him stroke himself. Really, though, he didn't much care. It all just felt too good, penetrating himself, and opening his muzzle further and further until he could feel his lovers cockhead press just a little bit downward in the back of his throat.

"Gods yes..." He moaned, trying to suppress the rising bark in his voice. He thrust gently, savoring the sensation of the cheetahs lapping tongue, building a rhythm. He almost lost it, though, when Kris started purring. The vibration seemed to pass from his lover though him, electrifying every nerve, setting every hair on end, until he thought further touch might send him over the edge.

With a barely contained yiff of effort he pulled away. Kris hardly had enough time to look up at him with half hurt kitten-eyes (clearly he had been lost in his own sensations enough that he worried he'd done something wrong), before the fox knelt with him, kissing him hard on the lips. The cheetah let his finger slip free, straightening into the lovers embrace, kissing back. Seph tasted himself on his lovers tongue, salty in the sweetness of their kiss.

"Too much?" Kris asked into the fur of the foxes neck after they broke the kiss, and leaned into each other, muzzles side by side, leaning on each others shoulders.

Holding him close and half laughing he nodded, though it amounted to little more than rubbing his muzzle along the cheetahs throat. "Yeah... yeah, just about too much."

"Sorry?"

"No you're not." This time he did laugh.

"Fair."

"Bed?"

"Bed."

Standing, and with a surprising show of strength, considering he was not much bigger than the feline, he swept Kris up in his arms and carried him like a bride across the threshold, into the bedroom. Kris, for his part, kicked playfully and peppered Sephs neck and shoulder with lapping kisses.

"My turn." Seph grinned, kneeling beside the bed, letting the cheetahs rump hang just a bit off the edge, enough that his tail could swing freely as he held his footpaws high and spread.

"Who am I to argue?" He quipped, but almost not before he was cut off by a long low moan that faded into a rolling purr.

Kneeling Seph too the felines shaft in one hand, stroking slowly, even as he nuzzled under the white fur of his hanging sack. He loved the feeling of Kris' spines pricking with flares of lust in time with each warm breath on his exposed tail hole.

"Will you?" Kris moaned. Seph rarely was in the mood, though they both knew it was good for the cameras.

"Say please." Seph said breathily, lifting the cheetahs balls on his muzzle, noting their twitching in excitement.

"Please." Kris gave the word at least four syllables, flicking his tail to swirl it around his lovers bobbing foxhood.

Closing his eyes and inhaling the cheetahs musk with two deep breaths, he opened his muzzle, slowly extended his tongue, and flicked just the very tip against the already teased pucker. He heard, more than felt, the feline claws extend and retract, making little popping sounds where the caught at the carpet and bedclothes.

"Oh yes..."

Another lick, this time longer, running all the way around the sensitive entry.

"Yes!" He called out, arching his back while doing his best not to shift away from the foxes waiting muzzle. The paw on his shaft all but forgotten beside the exotic ministrations of the arctic fox. "Please!"

He could hardly stand it, each lick sending another shiver of pleasure through him that curled his toes and inadvertently drove his claws into the bedclothes. The hot breath, the hotter tongue, rough but smooth, strong but supple. And each lick deeper, each one more and more. He purred and gasped and moaned, and did his best not to orgasm with each rising wave of pleasure.

Another lick, deeper, pressing the tip of his tongue ever so slightly into his lover, tasting the salty, heady musk all the stronger. He slowed his stroking, though he couldn't help but thrust reflexively into the surprisingly agile tail that had wrapped itself around his own bobbing erection. Another lick, this time lingering, pressing in. Another, and another.

He gasped, only the flicker of a light from white to blue on the ceiling reminding him where he was, but he was far too lost in what he was feeling to think of what might make for a good show. Instead he just gave in and let everything wash over him, bracing one footpaw against the bedpost, he let the other fall all the way down to the sheets, rolling his hips slightly to accommodate the splits. The paw on his shaft, the tongue dipping deeper and deeper into him, and even the throbbing fox cock he'd managed to wrap his tail around, all felt more amazing than he could stand.

Soon he was moaning too, pre soaking the orange and black tail fur as he slid his tongue as deep as he could into his lovers pulsing hole. He felt the felines own pre dripping over his hand before he was pushed away. Kris made a sound that seemed to split the difference between a growl and a whimper as he did.

"No more..." he gasped. "I can't."

Seph just nodded, silently climbing on the bed with him.

"Take me. Knot me." he panted, stroking himself and keeping his hind paws spread wide, his now thoroughly wet tail hole displayed.

The fox didn't wait to be asked twice. He steadied himself, set his tip to the wet pucker, and plunged in. He whined, tried to howl, and yiffed instead, shivering as he rooted himself. He thrust and thrust, driving himself as deep as he could, drawing part way out, and driving all the way in again each time. He leaned forward onto all fours, taking advantage of his partners flexibility, as he curled into a half crescent, the cheetahs paws coming together to rest on the same pillow as his head. They moaned and panted in unison, and then, with a proper howl of lust, followed by a gasping growl and purr of matching ectacy, Sephs knot flared, tying them together.

His paws by his head, his back curled to take his lovers penetration almost straight down, he loved every minute of it. He clenched, doing his best to milk the foxes orgasm with each thrust, but the knot flaring inside of him put him right on the edge. The feeling of being so full, the heat of his lover overhead, even the way the arctic fox tried to suppress the higher pitched yiff when he started to bark and howl with pleasure...

"I'm close." he gasped.

"Me too... Oh yes me too! Cum in me. Cum in me and make me cum with too!"

Seph leaned back, taking his lovers legs in each hand just above the paw, spreading them wide and lifting the cheetahs hips a good hand span off the bed as he fucked him harder and harder. The white and black flag of his tail swept up behind them, and the cheetahs wrapped around it, mingling their furs as he gasped, "Now," froze for a moment, and then with a shuddering purr of his own emptied himself in his lover.

The pulsing knot, throbbing shaft, and finally the hot splash of the foxes seed inside of him was too much. With arms spread, claws dug into the bedclothes, his untouched cock throbbed, bounced twice, and sprayed hot cum all over his belly and chest, with more than a little splashing on his muzzle and face.

Panting Seph fell forward onto all fours, still locked into his lover, his eyes closed, he just stayed for a moment. Finally, opening his eyes, and looking deep into his lovers, he leaned in, kissed him, than slowly began lapping the cum off his muzzle. As if he'd just remembered, he turned to the camera on the wall to one side and smiled.

"Sorry folks. This next part is just between us." and with a flick of his paw over the black panel, all of the cameras shut off.

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Yiffably yours: Fox

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