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Mel was going to take a walk.

Her presence on this island was illegal, per se. Yes, it was the sovereign domain of animal-people, who had politely but firmly avoided prior contact with the wider world. No, she hadn't meant to make landfall here during her solo voyage across the ocean. Sure, the fact that she had been thrown off her sinking boat and pulled to shore by a kindly otter meant that, technically speaking, she hadn't cleared customs.

But keeping a low profile had been a cautionary step, not an attempt to avoid all future consequences. While Wil and Irina, her lovely hosts, nursed her back to health, all three agreed to take things slowly. Mel hadn't complained about taking her time to recover. And she certainly hadn't complained when she finally let go of her sexual inhibitions, something the two otters didn't have a shred of.

For the past several days, she had been the model houseguest. Helping to cook and to clean. Taking interest in her hosts' lives. Sharing their bed. And their couch. Their garden furniture, once or twice. Their kitchen countertop...

Irina's body was so wonderfully, invitingly soft, and her husband's cock so deliciously hard. Mel made excuses to herself at first. She was just showing her gratitude; she was just accommodating their culture. It didn't take long for her to be honest with herself. Their bodies were warm, their fur was soft, and letting Wil cum inside her felt great.

Still, Mel was the kind of person to try crossing the ocean on a sailboat. As fun as this little staycation was, she wasn't one to linger too long in isolated cottages. It was homey, and offered constant, fulfilling sex. But even if her pussy was the most satisfied it had ever been, her legs had gotten restless.

"And you're sure you want to go by yourself?"

After all the care Irina had given her - sometimes very intimate care - Mel wasn't surprised at her worried reaction. "I'd prefer to. Not to get away from you and Wil or anything, obviously! It's just that I miss being by myself in nature. That's how I spent most of the year until now, after all."

Irina nodded, slowly. "I imagine so... but still. Are you sure you've recovered enough to be alone like that?"

Mel smiled. "Look, it's really nothing too fancy. I just go out the back gate and start walking west-"

"Oh, going east is nicer. Much quieter, and there's a lovely view of the cliffs."

"Right. Thanks. I go out, walk east for a while, then turn around and walk back. I won't leave the beach, or go in any weird directions. If I'm not back in an hour or two you can come look for me."

Irina wasn't fully reassured, but she relented. "Alright. I know you can't stay cooped up here forever."

"No matter how fun it is..."

Mel stepped forward and kissed Irina firmly.

How quickly she had grown used to kissing a married woman on the mouth. A mouth with fangs, even. But Mel meant every ounce of it, stroking the soft fur of Irina's back for good measure. Sure enough, when she (finally) pulled back, her hostess looked less worried.

"I'll see you soon, okay?"

"Yes," smiled Irina. "I'll make sure Wil keeps an eye out for you. Enjoy it, my dear."

With a final kiss, Mel was on her way.

The weather was still warm and sunny. The storm that sank her boat was more distant every day, just a passing nightmare. In old sandals borrowed from Wil and a loose summer dress borrowed from his wife, Mel was free to stroll along the pristine sand and appreciate the beach.

Mel was a sailor, and had crisscrossed the world. She wasn't easily impressed by beaches, the way she wasn't easily impressed by ports or huge ships. This wasn't the most gorgeous strip of sand she had ever seen. But, especially on a bright day like today, it had a lot of charm. Pale sand and dark cliffs under a vivid sky. Very nice.

There was something beyond the aesthetics of it, though. She soon put her finger on what it was. Irina was right - the beach was deserted.

This was good news for a human who would be out of place, maybe aggressively so, among animal-people. And it gave her the solitude she wanted. Time alone in the salt air. Exactly what she missed about her boat.

Part of her wondered about it, though. On a day like this, shouldn't there be families enjoying the sun? Irina sometimes vaguely talked about the island having a low population, although Mel never pressed for more information. Was that why she was the only one out here?

Pretty soon she was proven wrong.

A laugh drifted up through the air, sudden and harsh, and Mel realized it came from beyond the next dune. Someone was in front of her. Multiple someones. For a moment, she hesitated. Maybe she should turn around.

But she railed against that thought. She had fully recovered to her usual self, and her usual self did not scare easily. She wanted to keep walking, so she would. And if whoever was over the dune had a problem with a human enjoying this beach, well, fuck 'em.

Mel kept striding. When she crested the dune, the laughter stopped.

There were four people sitting on the sand. All canines. All wearing dark jackets. And - already she was feeling the embarrassment of leaving the otters' quiet cottage - nothing else.

Two of them were gray wolves. The girl was tall, the guy was taller. She was the only woman in this little pack, and her jacket didn't cover much, loosely hugging her pert breasts and dark nipples.

The third was a painted dog. His fur had the liveliest pattern, but his jacket was just as black as the rest. Mel's eyes landed briefly on his rock-hard stomach. Neither of the wolves were lacking in that department, either. All three of them looked like they could just throw her over one shoulder and sprint off with her.

The only outlier was the fennec fox, the first animal-person Mel had seen so far who was shorter than her. Even then, she wouldn't call him a runt. There was something about him - his eyes, maybe, or the way he held his shoulders - that registered to her as a threat. And, from the way the others had been sitting, it looked like they had all been listening to him talk.

They didn't stay sitting. All four were soon on their feet, striding towards her. Mel held her ground. And tried, for the sake of drama, not to get distracted by the three swinging cocks (and one soft pussy) now presented to her.

"Well, shit." The fox's voice was rough. Was he missing a fang? "I can't believe this. You an actual human?"

"No," said Mel, "I'm a mermaid with legs."

Not her best work. She didn't even know if mermaids were a thing here. But the words were less important than the tone they came in, the defiant stare she leveled back at him.

Sure enough, she was met with a collective growl. More literal than the human punks she had tangled with, but the same atmosphere. "That so?" said the fox, the only one who wasn't now baring his teeth. "Either way, you're a long way from fuckin' home, aren'tcha?"

"I'm used to it. I travel a lot. And I'm going to keep moving, if it's the same to you." Mel considered punctuating this with an insulting name, like 'Fluffy' or 'Flopsy-Ears', but decided against it. No need to escalate.

That seemed like the right choice. The wolves and painted dog were ready to move, only holding back because the fennec had yet to give the order. "Just a surprise, is all. No-one comes this far along the beach, so we've kinda gotten attached to it." His voice was steady and hard. "Kinda like it's ours, you get me?"

Mel scoffed. "Yours, huh? This patch of empty sand?"

"Maybe."

"And what'll you do if I don't turn around?" she said, not slowing an inch. "Tear me outta this dress and ravish me?"

There was a weird pause.

Mel's expression didn't waver, but she was now fighting off a blush. It had just slipped out. She had some stuff on her mind, clearly.

That wasn't lost on the canines. The growl had trailed off as the atmosphere shifted. The fox didn't break eye contact. "That's, uh. That's a specific thing you just said, lady."

"You're specific," Mel muttered hotly.

Before she knew it, the others were drifting around her. The fox remained in front of her, but the other males moved to either side. Some instinctual part of Mel registered her escape routes were being cut off. A different instinctual part ignored it, willing - eager - to let this play out.

All of her, instinctual or otherwise, was distracted when the she-wolf stepped forward and thrust her nose against Mel's neck.

"H-hey!" Reflexively, Mel stepped back - directly into the other two. She felt strong hands grip each wrist, and suddenly, Mel was keeping herself very still. Letting herself be... inspected. Sniffed at.

Two necessary questions occurred, very quickly. What was this? And could Mel stop it? They had the physical advantage, even if she wasn't outnumbered. Did she have the option to kick and squirm and scream? Or would that just earn a strong, animalistic hand clamped over her mouth?

The fact that mental image held a certain appeal confirmed Mel didn't feel like protesting. She surrendered to the wolf's nose, very aware of how the other woman's furry curves sometimes brushed against her skin.

Finally, she stepped back. "Yep. Bitch is horny. She's already getting it every night from, dunno, probably an otter? But apparently it's not enough."

The fox nodded. "Figured as much. Humans are weird. Have a whole complex about not fucking, but also needing to fuck, but never doing it."

He regarded Mel with something like a sneer. There was disdain there, but also...

"How about it, then? We were bored anyhow. We can help." His voice was steady, even as it filled with dark promise. "The kinda help that sends you home with a limp."

Mel bit her lip. Almost idly, she twisted a wrist-

and instantly, without comment, the dog released it. Mel blinked. She retrieved her other arm from the wolf with similar ease.

They didn't say or do anything. Just watched her. Two behind and two in front. She could have just pushed through them and walked home. And if that was the case...

"Yes," she said. "Show me what you got."

The fox just nodded. And suddenly, the pack pounced.

He calmly watched as the others grabbed her. Six strong hands giving her exactly what she had (accidentally) asked for. Mel was torn out of her sundress. And her underwear, and sandals. Stripped naked, by strangers, to be used. Mel felt her body begin to burn, not just at her blushing cheeks.

They forced her to kneel. Each arm roughly restrained again. The she-wolf bent down to snarl into her ear. "Unlike you, we aren't needy little bitches who are constantly horny. You any good at sucking cock?"

"Learned everything I know from your mom," huffed Mel.

"Cool." The she-wolf held her head in place as the fox stepped forward. The word 'disproportionate' came to Mel's mind - a thick cock and heavy balls, for his short frame - but she wasn't complaining. "Prove it."

Mel was shoved, nose-first, into the fox's crotch.

Her first move was to take a long, slow inhale. She let his scent seep into her brain, adding to her hormones. But this wasn't a date, so she didn't go slowly. She planted some kisses on his furry balls, then moved upward, her tongue tracing along his shaft.

She was still aware of the tight grip on both her arms, how the she-wolf had settled her body - her soft tits - against Mel's back. And those sensations added to her arousal, more than she expected. But mostly she focused on her work. She needed this cock. So she needed to make it hard and ready. She needed to do whatever they demanded of her...

She reflected on that thought, with a shiver of pleasure, as she took him into her mouth.

Mel sucked and licked his tip, savouring his taste. Letting him steadily push more and more of his meat into her. She had been no virgin before landing here, but she also hadn't been the kind of girl who regularly got gang-banged on a beach. Sucking cock in broad daylight. Mel shivered again, harder, feeling her nipples swell.

Her arousal didn't go unnoticed. She let out a muffled whimper of need when she felt the she-wolf's hand on her crotch. "Fucking hell, she's so wet..."

"I'm almost ready," said the fox. His voice was still even. "Actually, make her do that again. Vibration's nice."

"What? This?"

Two lupine fingers shoved deep into Mel's wet pussy. Her hips jolted - the furthest she could move while being gripped - and she let out another helpless noise. "Yeah," he said. "That."

Mel fully embraced her position. Still focusing on her mouth's important work - he was so hard already, it couldn't be long now! - she began to hump the she-wolf's hand. The other wolf laughed. "She likes you!"

"She'd like anyone who helps get her off," came the reply. "Must be easy to keep humans as pets. Just keep 'em satisfied. Isn't that right, bitch?"

Mel would have made some comment about collars and food bowls and pats on the head if her mouth hadn't been occupied. Or maybe not. She wasn't in the mood for more banter. There was only one thing she wanted, and she gazed hazily up at the fox, silently begging for it.

Her prayer was answered. He took a fistful of her red hair and slowly pulled her back. His cock came free, still connected to her tongue by a few threads of saliva. Then came the magic words. "Hold her down."

Mel would have gladly thrown herself into any position he wanted. But this was the experience she had signed up for. In fact, she suppressed a little laugh as they threw her on her back, lest it dampen the mood.

The wolf and dog didn't release her wrists, but they each took an ankle, too. Mel let herself be spread. Presented. Her needy human pussy on full display. The she-wolf supervised, looming over her. She looked gorgeous from directly below.

But Mel's attention was soon elsewhere. The fox was finally ready to fuck her.

She hungrily watched him leisurely get into position. There was nothing submissive about the way he knelt - not when it was just a means to get his dick aligned to his restrained prize. His tip brushed against her lips, and she gasped.

He looked her right in the eye. "Beg."

Mel licked her lips. She didn't even hesitate. "Please..."

"Harder than that."

"Please!" Unlike his unwavering voice, she was breathless. Helpless. "Come on, I'll let you do anything! Just - just fucking give it to me! I need it! I need you to fuck m-!"

Mel pitched sharply into a scream of pleasure as he finally pushed in.

He was businesslike. He held her by the hips, claws against her needy flesh, and fucked her. There was no other word for it; he certainly wasn't making love. Just a steady, dispassionate rhythm. Giving her what she needed. When her ankles were released Mel threw her legs around him, bodily begging for more.

But the wolf and dog didn't let go of her arms. At first, they just watched their leader claim this human's pussy... or claim first dibs, at least. But just because they were respectful didn't mean they were patient. After enjoying the steady hammering of her crotch, Mel felt her wrists getting pulled toward...

"How about putting those furless hands to some use, huh?"

A hardening canine cock. Then another.

She let herself move on instinct. Mel's fingers wrapped around both shafts, offering each a friendly squeeze. She couldn't do anything fancy, especially not when most of her attention was already demanded by her pussy. But they weren't looking for her input. Just taking her hands in their own and using her as a masturbation aid.

That thought sent a fresh jolt of arousal up her spine. "Oh fuck...!"

The fox grunted. "Keep the bitch quiet."

"On it," said the she-wolf. And suddenly, Mel's view of her from below got a lot, lot closer.

She let out a muffled grunt as the punk knelt directly on her face. Lips against lips. She didn't hesitate to open her mouth and slip her tongue into the warm cunt offered to her. She savoured the taste, the minor differences from what she got from gently servicing Irina.

Mel - or the part of Mel that was still forming coherent thoughts, and not just lost in the licking and the fondling and above all the pounding - knew that she was getting exactly what she needed. She had a safe, domestic place to stay at, and return to. Somewhere that gave her safe, domestic sex. But she was a wanderer. She needed to stretch her legs. Or spread them, for hot strangers.

She could no longer see him - or anything, other than a close-up of flat wolf stomach - but she could still feel how hard the fox was fucking her. Every thrust brought her closer. She let the pleasure wash through her; let her body express it. Her hands held tighter to the wolf's shaft, the dog's soft balls, while an instinctive groan got buried deep in her new friend's pussy.

The she-wolf inhaled sharply. "Fffuck, that vibration...!" Mel watched her begin to squeeze her own breasts, riding Mel's face harder. "Do you feel how bad she's...?!"

"Yes," huffed the fox, and Mel noticed he finally sounded breathless. Not as stony as he pretended. "The bitch is... Hhff."

It was at this point that Mel realized that, despite appearances, she had a lot of power here. And she was going to use it.

Letting out another 'helpless' moan - enjoying the reactions she was getting out of the she-wolf, her stilted breath, the taste of her wet pussy - Mel moved with purpose. She did what she could to grope the delicious cocks she had been handed, but most of her focus went on her own crotch. The intense coupling, that grew more intense every second.

Mel kept her legs around his waist and clenched.

This earned a hard twitch from the cock inside her, and a small, strangled noise. He was close, now, too close to fully hide his instinctive reactions. He shouldn't, she thought. They had given her the freedom to be a wild, needy bitch - they deserved the same.

She grinded and squeezed and milked his cock, ready for his cum. The stimulus was overwhelming, the cocks against her skin and the delicious honey in her mouth. All she needed was...

Was for him to grab her harder and to pump her with relentless desperation, until, with a breathy groan, he came.

It was everything she wanted. Warm fox jizz flooded her, drilled in deep. Mel used to be fastidious about male partners using condoms, but after her first night with Wil, she dropped the issue. Letting herself be filled by animal-cum just felt too good. Good enough to make her explode in orgasm.

She writhed under the she-wolf, screaming out a muffled climax, which soon triggered a wonderful chain reaction. She threw her head back and let out a beautiful, shaky howl, cumming onto Mel's face as the fox kept cumming into her pussy.

The wolf and dog watched it all - and didn't let Mel's trembling hands leave their crotches. They were both fully hard now. Patiently waiting their own turns.

Mel's climax only began to fade when the fox cum spurting inside her slowed to a trickle. She felt her new lover pull out, and then, the she-wolf let herself tip forward. The sun was back on Mel's face. Her thoroughly wet nose and mouth. She licked her lips slowly, almost dizzy with afterglow.

The fox sat back, letting his softening cock relax. There was a quiet moment as they all watched the freshly pumped cum slowly glide out of Mel's cunt.

"So." Just like that, the fox's voice was calm again. "Who's next?"

Mel smiled. Ready for more.

Negotiations were brief. Soon, she was on her hands and knees, letting out a low groan as the painted dog buried his dick inside her. Pumped from behind, doggy-style. Again, Mel was too wordlessly horny to point it out.

Her mouth was soon engaged anyway. The wolf moved in front of her, and Mel eagerly licked and sucked the one cock she hadn't taken yet. He took hold of her head and began to fuck her mouth. Slowly at first, but before long, Mel was getting the same powerful treatment from two sides at once. She shivered and shuddered in their grip, enjoying every moment.

The fox and she-wolf sat back and watched. She licked his cock clean of cum, both his own and Mel's. Then she start chatting as though nothing had happened. Mel would have found that pretty hot, if she had eyes for anything other than the dick in her face.

The painted dog favoured strong, deep strokes that knocked the breath from her, making her gasp and huff around his friend's cock. In other circumstances, Mel could've happily spent a romantic evening slowly riding his thick meat. But, all too soon, his rhythm began to build. The rough treatment made her pussy twitch, then clench. Unlike the last time, this wasn't purposeful. She just couldn't control her instinctual reactions. Luckily, she didn't want to.

He fucked her, and fucked her, and abruptly slowed. Mel heard him exhale. And she felt a fresh wave of canine cum fill her body.

Her previous orgasm had been too recent for a full new one, but she still enjoyed every drop. Mel relaxed into it, a soft groan in her mouth. The gentle pulses of his cock felt great.

He pulled out slowly - but Mel had no time to recover. "Finally," huffed the wolf, "my turn."

Before she could react, Mel was pushed onto her back. The wolf pinned her against the warm sand, fur against skin, and wasted no time. A third cock shoved into her pussy before she could even catch her breath. Mel screamed in pleasure, holding on tight.

She buried her nose in his fluffy neck, legs and arms wrapped around his powerful body. It felt nice to switch back to one-on-one sex, but she knew the other three hadn't gone anywhere. She heard them discussing, openly and calmly, what else they could do with her. To her. They were far from finished, and the thought made Mel's breath hitch.

The wolf fucked her roughly, reflecting his impatience - his release. She wanted to cum. She wanted his cum. When he pinned her with a firm kiss, his tongue dominating her mouth, all she could do was whimper.

It didn't take long. She had been keeping him hard all this time. Unlike the others, his pace didn't change. But his cock started to throb, and he let out what sounded suspiciously like a cute little whine, and Mel felt yet more warm cum being pumped into her womb. Three kinds at once! She shivered in helpless pleasure.

Her thoughts stayed on that as he slowed to a stop, until there was a huge wolf lying sleepily on her smaller body. She idly stroked his fur, pleasantly warm from the sunlight, and thought about her lack of birth control. It hadn't been high on her list of priorities when she set off on her voyage, no company for months but her own. And her hosts had never mentioned it, so she kinda just assumed that it was fine. But now...

Now there was fox sperm and wolf sperm and painted dog sperm inside her. After who knows how many similar doses of otter sperm - she had genuinely lost track. Rather than panic or discomfort, her primary response to this was a gentle stirring of her pussy. The wolf hadn't pulled out, and he huffed lightly in reply.

He was soon pulled off her, though. What followed was the closest thing Mel had to a break. While the males let their dicks recover and discussed what to do next, the she-wolf settled between Mel's thighs and slipped her long tongue inside her, cleaning Mel's pussy of her friends' cum. Mel sighed dreamily and let her work. She rode that tongue to a quiet, gentle climax, the release she missed from the second two rounds.

Her rest didn't last long. They soon fell on her again. And Mel welcomed every motion.

She was their eager, helpless toy. They sniffed and licked and groped and fucked her body. Her mouth, her hands, her breasts, her legs, her ass... She gave them anything they wanted. The feeling of their hands and tongues and crotches against her skin was everything she needed, and more.

She was exotic here. They played with her hair and poked at her freckles and, after she used her furless chest to give the fox a titjob, the others demanded the same. After each one filled her pussy, Mel was happy to give the males the chance to cum on her face, or into her mouth. The she-wolf never strayed far, her toned body pressed against Mel, ensuring she stayed compliant. Mel didn't need the help, but she wasn't going to turn it down, either.

Mel lost track of time around her fourth orgasm. She lost track of a lot of things, amid the overwhelming tastes and scents and textures. But she did manage to hold on to one thought. She had to let herself be used like this again.

The next thing she knew, Mel was waking up. She didn't remember falling asleep, but once she got her bearings, she could see how she would've dozed off.

She was in a warm, comfortable pile of canines. Her head rested on the she-wolf's chest - the taste of her nipple lingering in Mel's mouth - but the others weren't far either. Eight clawed, possessive hands held Mel's body. Wonderful.

But they were all dozing too. What had woken her was a shadow falling across her face, blocking the sunlight.

Wil looked down at her.

He didn't look disapproving, exactly. But he pointedly held Mel's discarded outfit under one arm. He met her gaze, and she managed a sheepish grin.

She disentangled herself from the pack - first the literal process of getting herself free, then a more verbal and emotional exchange. They recognized Wil, and he recognized them, but they didn't seem to know each other beyond that. Mel was glad she hadn't just been willingly gang-banged by her hosts' sworn enemies or anything, but it still felt weird.

With a promise to see them all again, Mel headed home. She was glad to have Wil with her, leaning her weight against him as they returned to the cottage.

The fox had been true to his word. Mel was sent home with a limp. She smiled; this had been a very successful walk.