There were a number of things Caine was prepared to see, upon stepping through the front doors of Monster’s Ball and weaving his way through the practically hazardous bead curtain at the end of the entranceway that lead to the bulk of the shop itself. But silence, and a complete absence of living souls, was not among those things. Only the fine lavender fragrance in the air welcomed him in, without even the familiar and lovely sight of the proprietor herself there to greet him as she so often was. 
All that his wife had told him was to meet her here after she was done with work for the day, for a fun little shopping trip. Her absence didn’t worry him; in fact, he hadn’t completely believed her when she proposed the idea anyway, so this new development merely proved to him that she had something in store. He just didn’t know what, yet. 
The quiet, unassuming collie absently looked around for a few moments, curious and surprised, but keeping his guard up for the time being lest he be pounced by some ravenous, arousing beauty when he least expected it. He surveyed the shop’s wares, absentmindedly browsing through clothing racks and display tables with little actual interest, one hand tucked into the pocket of his jeans and another hanging his sandy brown jacket over his shoulder as he dawdled around. The store had become a frequent haunt for him and his wife ever since Belle had stumbled upon it one fateful holiday season, where she had made fast friends with Zara, the woman who owned the place, and purchased Caine a particularly fun and very much unique present. After which, one meeting led to another: thanks to the combination of a coincidental (and very fortuitous) prior friendship between Caine and Zara’s boyfriend Taylor, and a mutually open-minded perception of the benefits of friendship shared by all four of them, it wasn’t long until they were enjoying each others’ company in the bedroom as well as outside of it. 
Caine certainly saw no reason to complain – indeed, as he contemplated it all, he felt a rush of heat flood to his cheeks and a shivering wag to his tail. Though it did mean he’d needed to stay on his toes more often in case of any new naughty schemes that were brewing without his knowledge. It was bad enough having such a voluptuous and voracious spouse, but now that she had an equally dirty-minded (if not moreso) companion in Zara, he never knew when he’d next be caught with his pants down. Literally, if the way Belle introduced him to Zara was anything to go by. 
That line of thought was what led to Caine realising where he was best off heading deeper into the store, if he wanted to find out what new kind of ploy Belle had whipped up. Specifically, into the Adults Only section. 
Caine shrugged, smiled to himself, and waded past another wave of damnable beads to make his way into the densely packed and very explicit depths. 
It was there, after very little searching, that he did finally discover another person. Not one of the two he most expected to see, but certainly one whose company he appreciated. 
“Taylor?” 
“AAH!” The lion cried in surprise, almost dropping his book, which he instead clutched tight to his chest while whipping around to face the direction of the noise startling him so. 
“Oh, geez, pup...” He sighed, shutting his bright blue eyes and deflating his stance as he caught his breath. 
“Sorry!” Caine apologised with a quick, cheeky laugh. 
“Scared th’shit outta me.” Taylor panted, not without a quick chuckle of his own. “You here for Belle?” 
“Well, yeah.” Caine shrugged, walking near Taylor, his eyes darting briefly over the man’s frame. “Where is she?” 
Taylor opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to put the veritable emergency brakes on, as his face made a few twists and turns indicative of someone that suddenly was struck by a deep thought. 
“Wait, what’d they tell you?” 
‘They’? Caine felt his own face wrinkle a little in kind. That alone said a lot. 
“Said we were gonna do some shopping.” 
“Aaaah.” Taylor shook his head, but couldn’t fight back a grin. His tail whipped lightly against Caine, in what seemed a coyly affectionate manner. “Well, pup...” Taylor leaned down, the taller male resting his head atop Caine’s own, his right arm strongly tugging him close to his side. “Looks like we’ve been played again.” 
Caine didn’t need to question what Taylor meant. He couldn’t anyway: not while still furiously fighting back a deep blush at the lion’s abrupt, satisfying embrace. 
As if on cue, a sharp, sweet whistle echoed from the end of the aisle. 
They both turned towards the pleasant noise, and in so doing, had everything revealed to them. Literally and figuratively.  
There they stood, both Caine's buxom bovine wife Belle and Taylor's kinky, curvy feline girlfriend Zara. Both wearing broad smiles, and little else.  
"Good of you both to join us." Belle playfully jabbed, her thin tail whipping side to side behind her.  
"We figured you two could use some... 'R and R'." Zara added, hand looped around Belle's waist.  
The boys needed no further hints in order to figure out the actual plot that'd been devised by their devilish partners, culminating in this very moment. 
Belle stood a good few inches taller than Zara, her thick and voluptuous body on complete display. Her arms and legs were splatted with patches of midnight black fur in fine contrast to the rest of her coat of cloud white. Her elegant black hair tumbled in a wavy waterfall down her back, a few thick bangs around her face highlighted lightly with a deep navy blue, matching her eyes. Upon her chest a pair of massive bovine breasts rested, rounded and pure white with the nubs of her nipples folded inwards at the apex of such generous mounds.  
Zara, meanwhile, cast a comparatively thinner, but still nicely curvy figure. The black cat stood to Belle's left, wearing little more than her friend, though what she did have on complemented her body fantastically; befitting of the owner of the extravagant and kinky little shop where they now all stood. Although much of her body was as black as the patches charting Belle's limbs, back and rear end, Zara made it a point to accessorise her own fur coat as she saw fit, in a nicely nuanced fashion: a long bang of hair next to her left eye and the tip of her tail were dyed all number of different colours from one day to the next, and she even made sure that her eyes matched, undoubtedly thanks to a wide spectrum of coloured contact lenses. Today she'd chosen hot pink. Her breasts were still nicely generous for her stature, though a pair of barbell piercings through both her nipples certainly helped to draw the eye. The long white thigh-high stockings clinging to her smooth, toned legs had much the same effect.  
After Taylor and Caine took all of this in, over the course of several seconds, they eventually came to much the same thought, made vocal by the taller, tan-furred male.  
"We're in for a wild night, huh?" He growled under his breath, without even properly looking at Caine.  
"Y-You got that right." Caine agreed, feeling Taylor's hand stroke up and down along his arm. "Only question is, who gets who first?"  
"Up to you, sexy." Zara chimed in with a playful purr. "You both know what we like. We're yours all night, if you can keep up..." She leaned into Belle enough to suddenly slurp her friend's nipple into her mouth, prompting an aroused giggle from the cow.  
"Just don't keep us waiting, love." Belle herself added.  
Taylor suddenly fished about into his jeans pocket, an act made significantly harder by how tight they'd become. Soon he plucked out his wallet and retrieved a coin.  
"Well damn, you heard your wife." Taylor half laughed, half panted. "Lets' just get this show on the road..." He balanced the coin atop his thumb, ready to flick it up. "Heads, you get my girl first. Tails, you get yours. Cool?"  
"Cool." Caine bit his lip, already shuffling out of his top and tossing it to the floor. He figured a bit of mess was justified; Zara certainly wasn't too house-proud for it.  
"Cool." With that, Taylor flipped the coin, caught it and revealed it on the back of his hand.  
The two of them both looked, and saw no reason to contest it.  
"Have fun." Taylor purred.  
"We will." Belle giggled.  
 
---  
 
"F-FUCK!"  
For once, Caine was the one to belt out the first obscenity of the night. With his eyes shut tight, he couldn't see the bouncing bovine sat so comfortably atop his pelvis and sliding her sex all the way along his cock, but what he felt was already nearing his limit of sensory overload.  
"Mmmm." Belle shivered, hands upon her man's shoulders as she rode him. She took her time, with slow but steady rises and falls that allowed her to take him in as deep as was possible. The bed beneath them creaked and squeaked, but held firm... for the time being. The sheets were quickly wrinkling significantly, though. 
"Good... puppy..." She lingered whenever she clapped her hips and jiggled her rump down to the base, working her hip muscles to push her ass out behind her and send his cock prodding firmly into a particularly sensitive spot deep within her sex. 
Caine eventually did crack his eyes open enough to absorb the entirety of his wife's beautifully big figure. He surveyed everything from her long luxurious highlighted hair to her heavy breasts that moved so entrancingly, her puffy nipples now poking outwards as a symptom of her own pleasure. He kept his hands sunk firmly into her hips, gripping without any fear of causing her discomfort in the least: being as buxom and experienced as she was, Belle certainly was no stranger to roughness in the sack. In fact, she welcomed it, even from Caine's somewhat smaller hands.  
With this knowledge in tow, Caine felt all the more prepared to match his free-spirited lover's efforts when her breaths began to shorten, her voice reaching higher registers of moans and whimpers, and her pussy clapped down upon the base of his member faster and harder.  
"Mnnn, love..." He panted, sliding his hands up to sink in deep, firm molesting presses into her breasts. "F-Feels like, you needed this too..."  
Belle grinned while sitting more upright and casting her arms up above her own head, bent at the elbows to really push her bust out for his delight.  
"Maybe..." She admitted. "Nnnf... All the better with an audience, though..."  
 
Taylor glanced back over at Belle with a lip-biting smile after she shot him that seductive stare, though not for long. After all, he didn't want to give Zara the idea that she wasn't his primary focus at that moment. Certainly not while she had such a sensitive part of his body bobbing past her lips.  
“Fuck, babe...” Taylor shuddered, as Zara’s tongue whipped expertly over the most sensitive spots along the underside of his girthy cock, whenever she pulled her lips back to the tip after a deep, heaving shove at least half way down his length. Her spare hand jerked the lowest portion of his manhood in slow, deliberate, twisting motions. She stared up at him for the most part, only occasionally glancing down at his tufty furred groin or shutting her eyes while moaning out a lingering purr that never failed to send a tingle up Taylor’s spine. 
“You’re... way, too good at that...” Taylor hurriedly commented under his breath while sinking both his hands through his girlfriend’s smooth black hair. He stood upright not far from the foot of the bed that Belle and Caine were rocking, while Zara knelt with her tail aloft and swaying playfully, a crystal clear visual signal of how much she enjoyed toying with Taylor as she was. The exciting sounds of not only him but their ‘very’ close friends rutting intensely just behind her made it all the more fun. So much so that even though she remained primarily focused on bobbing, slurping, stroking and inhaling the lion’s thick, aggressively twitching member, she couldn’t help but let her hips roll and squirm while fingering herself deep, adding her own sexual squelches to the sordid little song that the four of them were making in one of her shop’s all too useful ‘testing rooms’. 

“Kiss me, cutie.” Belle whispered, just after laying directly atop Caine and wrenching her hands into the sheets either side of his head. 
Caine needed no convincing. He rubbed his hands up his gorgeous wife’s back and raised his head enough to meet her lips with an instantly open mouthed liplock. Their hips continued to wave and grind against one another, but at a somewhat slower pace while the couple made out with such passion. Their bodies slid about on the bed as freely as only a couple in absolute love and complete comfort around one another could, rolling to and fro until Caine eventually ended up laying atop Belle in contrast to their original position. 
“Fuckin’ love you.” Belle moaned, a thick spit bridge still joining their lips, their eyes still meeting even as Caine began to take the upper hand. 
“Love you too...” replied the compassionate canine. He leant up enough to give his hips all the leverage needed to put his all into fucking Belle, but still pressed his right hand into her jiggling left breast underneath. 
“NNF!” 
“Y-Yes!” 
They both cried out at the same time, Belle running her hands up her beau’s back as he shunted down and rolled back up, harsh downward thrusts followed by languid tugs upward. She kept her eyes trailed on him, enchanted by how handsomely bedraggled he looked with his fur ruffled up, while also somehow staying adorable. Maybe it was his size, in comparison to hers. Maybe it was the cute scrunched face he pulled while really having at her. Maybe it was just a side effect of how, over their many years of marriage, he’d learned to really hit her sweet spots effectively, again and again. 
Whatever it was, Belle was quickly feeling her pleasure build up and up and up. She laid back lethargically and luxuriously, legs locking around his hips and pulling him down to coax him as deep inside as he possibly could. 
“Gawd... damn, sweetie...” Caine grunted through gritted teeth. “I’m...”
“Yes! Do it! DO IT!” Belle begged. 

“Take it! Fuckin’... take it!” Taylor commanded. 
Zara didn’t feel like she had much of a choice, and that in itself was pretty goddamn hot to her. Enough that she felt motivated to slither her lips as deep as her throat could fit, experienced as it had become, down his thick member. She knew the little sounds she made when doing so drove him wild, which was fortunate considering there was little she could do to prevent them. His cock was thick enough that even now she felt some strain in pushing the last few inches past her lips, though that didn’t stop her tongue from lashing and her fingers grinding deep within her own soaking pussy. Her tail twitched about while she worked on him as well as herself, the pace building and her spare hand stroking with vigour and force, in an almost rough twisting and jerking motion. But if Taylor felt any discomfort from it, he certainly didn’t show it. 
On the contrary, the aroused, sweat-glistening lion just grit his teeth, shut his eyes and devoted his complete attention towards getting his rocks off using his girlfriend’s throat. His hips whapped forwards in sync with her own welcoming slurps, and before long he too was at the brink. 
Just in time for him to peek his eyes open and look over at Caine, where his friend too looked to be about on the edge of a fierce climax. And although Zara’s efforts were certainly the main cause of his pleasure, Taylor couldn’t help but think in that moment how sexy the pup himself looked. And that, ultimately, pushed him over. 
“FUCK! NNGH!” He howled. 

“Gawd... Nnnh!” Caine barked, simultaneously with his handsome friend. Even though Taylor’s noises practically drowned his out, Caine was feeling no lesser amount of pleasure as he throttled down as deep as he could get into his wife. 
“F-FUCK! AH!” Belle jumped, sharply but loudly, while latching her entire thick furry sweaty feminine body around his. Her eyes shut tight, mouth wide open and her sex milking him fondly as his knotted, energetic member came deep within her, with its’ generous throbs and that severely swollen bulb at the base. 
Caine’s short, tufty tail twitched and flicked about behind him as a symptom of his climax, in bigger motions than any one part of the loving couple gave at that moment. They simply lay there, locked in ecstasy simultaneously, riding out the wave and savouring each moment of passionate contact atop, below, around and within one another. 

Taylor and Zara, meanwhile, experienced a most similar high, though without as abundant a degree of generous contact. Nonetheless, Taylor grunted, panted and thrusted his orgasmic high out while throwing his head to the heavens, combing his fingers through Zara’s gorgeously smooth hair and erratically forcing his member back and forth, to and fro, simply obeying the moment to moment impulses washing through his mind amidst his climax telling how to make the most of it. 
Zara, on her end, welcomed everything he had to give, both submissively and playfully, while her fingers churned up an orgasm of her own. One that she purred and wriggled through with delight, even as her man almost overloaded her hungry maw with his ever-ample load. Thick shots of hot lion cum washed over her taste buds, challenging her to drink it down without letting too much of it spill out of her lips, inevitable as it was that some of it would. It was almost too much, too explosive of a climax to enjoy... almost. The rush was no less invigorating to her than ever. While errant strands trickled and splashed about as she licked and gulped, she rubbed about inside and against her clenching, squirting pussy in just the right places and all the right ways that she’d taught herself over the years. All while her other palm cupped, fondled and tickled his hefty balls as if to say, “That’s right, give me everything.” 

The moments that followed such a powerful four way orgasm, as one might expect, were filled with steamy panting and tender petting. Both of the couples let their climaxes flitter out gently, with feathery touches and whispered sweet little nothings. 
“L-Love you.” Zara sighed, after having pulled her lips away from Taylor’s now slick cock and guided him down to lay by the foot of the bed. 
“Love ya too, sexkitten.” Taylor growled, swiftly followed by a light nip to her ear. 

Caine and Belle said next to nothing, their soft embrace and weak, slight smiles doing all the talking instead where they lay, just feet from the pair of felines. But they too stroked, kissed and teased lightly, even while Caine kept his heavily knotted shaft as deep as it could be inside Belle, as deep as she always loved to feel it. 
They spent a few minutes like so, simply basking and relaxing. But eventually, someone broke the silence, and unsurprisingly, it was Zara. 
“So...” She breathed. The very way she spoke just that one word made her intentions clear. “What’s next, hmmm?” 
“I wonder.” Belle quietly giggled. 
The men in the room looked at their girls, then to one another. With a smile, a shrug and a shuffle of bodies, they let their lovers lay where they’d been left, while slowly but surely rising to their feet and meeting one another’s gazes properly. 
“You best take good care of her, buddy.” Caine joked, his cock only lightly deflated from his previous coupling. A fair amount of his and Belle’s juices still clung to her thighs and trickled from her sex as she lay on her side, biting her lip and eyeing Taylor up. 
“I promise. Long as y’give me and her a good show too, sexy.” He replied, with a quick but sweet stroke along the pup’s cheek, one that made Zara squirm and squeak in voyeuristic pleasure as she propped herself up against the bed, already well aware of what she had coming. 
Caine’s tail wagged enthusiastically at Taylor’s little teasing touch, but he soon gathered enough composure to meet the lion for a playful high five before they each passed one another, and directed their attention to each others’ partners. 

“Howdy.” Taylor hissed, eyeing Belle’s big and beautiful body up shamelessly. 
“Hey yourself, stud.” Belle smiled, pursing her lips and patting the bed. “Come fuck me. Hard.” 

“Ready, kitten?” Caine asked Zara at much the same time, already leaning over her body and casting a broad, masculine shadow. 
“Nnnfff.” Zara just moaned at first, still squirming even as her fingers explored the smooth fur upon Caine’s chest. “Gawd, so fucking ready. Don’t hold back, baby.” 

The guys shot one another one last look of gratitude, then both leant down to capture one another’s girls in a passionate kiss.  

--- 

Even though Zara was used to handling ‘bigger’ men than Caine, it didn’t hinder her pleasure one bit – certainly not judging by her ongoing passionate moans as she scraped her nails along the foot of the bed while being firmly fucked into it. 
“Ahhh! YES! M-More puppy! Don’t...stop!” She panted, curling her hips up with commendable flexibility to meet his own strong and steady forward thrusts. 
Caine needed no convincing, though her purred words were more than welcome as far as he was concerned. 
“Nnnf, damn, kitten...” He simply replied, too caught up in the tight soaking grip of her pussy around him and her soft, buxom body beneath him to say anything more. He’d settled his hands good and firmly into Zara’s waist, clutching with the perfect balance of confidence and care that came from how well he’d come to know the feisty feline’s body, and how she liked to be taken. Every time he pulled his hips back he would thrust back down at a different pace, keeping the girl on her toes and continually surprising her with how forcefully he pushed inside then grinded back out, her sex gripping him good and tight the whole way. 
“Haaah... Ahhh..! F-F-Fuuuckkk... Nyaaaah~” Zara continued to mewl. Caine always had found it quite alluring, the way that Zara commanded such pride in her outgoing and adventurous sexuality in everyday life, always speaking her mind and making no excuses for her overactive libido; yet when in the midst of a full on passionate rutting session her voice would spike, squeak and squeal like that of a sweet, submissive little thing, almost as though the pleasure were brand new sensations to her. 
He raised her hip a little to keep her nestled in his grasp and steady enough for him to continue moving about inside her, yet used his spare hand to clutch her cheek and lean back down for another sudden and deep kiss. She instantly welcomed it, tongue practically pouncing to meet his own while her purrs met his growls. Even their eyes met amongst the wet, intense union. Yet, however loud Caine and Zara grew, his wife and her boyfriend far surpassed their naughty volume, atop the bed they now lay against. 

“FUCK! Y-YES! FUCK ME HARDER!” 
“Nnnngh.. Fuck, yeah! You got it ya big fuckin beautiful bovine babe!” 
Taylor grunted in reply without once slowing his pace, admirably managing to alliterate his words while revelling in the buxom, soft female form wrapped around his manhood and pushing with a tender pillowy texture against his hips. Belle lay before him, upper body resting on her elbows as her head laid pinned playfully to the bed by his left palm, while her lower body remained sturdily supported on her knees, with her generous ass raised up and pushed back to meet his every vigorous, deep, hard thrust. The lion watched with a gleeful grin as Belle’s body rocked before him, hair tussling and asscheeks jiggling slightly even with how ‘generously sized’ they were every time he smacked home inside, though the feeling of it all was even better, especially as Belle in all of her years of experience had certainly proven herself no slouch in bed, even when underneath a partner as gifted as he. She would push right back into him every time, with commendable force and often a hearty moan or a passionate cry for more. A request he was more than happy to fulfil, every time. 
“Nnnf! Fuck... fuck... fuck... Caine sure is... lucky...” Taylor complemented both her and the beau of hers they were both so fond of, even while leaning forwards further to really sink his slick ebony dick balls deep up his friend’s wife’s pussy. 
“Unnnghh, gawd yes... You better... believe it... So don’t disappoint me, kitten...” She teased. 
“Ohh, I’ll show you who’s a kitten.” Taylor quickly retorted. 
*SMACK!* Came his hand, right down hard against Belle’s right ass cheek. 
“HAAAH!” She immediately cried. “YES!” 
Her tease, it seemed, had had the desired effect. She threw her head back and wiggled her rear end right into the tufty fur around Taylor’s groin, coaxing him on while her tail whipped and shivered above. His palm descended a fair few more times, without sinking into any kind of repetitive or boring rhythm against the unceasing deep pounding he was putting her through. Soon he sank his left hand right into the thick flesh of her ass while gripping the crinkled bed sheets by her right for support, with his head perched just over her left shoulder where he could grunt, growl and tease her right back not far from her ear. 
“You want more?” He whispered. 
“Y-You know I do.” Belle giggled. 
“Maybe I just wanted to hear you say it.” Taylor admitted, leaning down to nip on her ear, sharply yet playfully, in contrast to the rough, passionate grip of his hand kneading her lightly reddened, spanked ass. 
“Then, give me more, baby.” Belle obliged him, after a short gasp at the impact of his teeth on her ear. “Give me more, f-fuck me deeper!” 

Belle and Taylor’s rough rutting on the bed did nothing to put Caine off of his pace, or distract him from the black cat that was really beginning to shudder in ecstasy under him. He kept his face barely apart from hers even after they’d broken their last kiss, a tiny string of saliva forming then breaking between their parted pairs of wet lips as they stared with equal need. 
“Don’t stop, my sexy studpuppy.” Zara moaned sincerely, her face beginning to glow with a deep aroused blush under her deep, soft fur. 
“As if... I could, sexkitten.” Caine lightly chuckled. Before Zara could voice any real reply, he sank his teeth into her neck to give a firm, sharp but tender love bite: hard enough to set her nerves alight but soft enough for the stimulation to stay pleasurable. 
“AH!” Zara just gasped instead, in instinct. She swiftly moved her hands to wrap around Caine’s tense shoulders, wrenching fistfuls of collie fur and pulling him down to encourage him to feast on her body even while his cock pounded into her, deep enough for the steadily swelling knot at the base to grind into her pink sex lips and rub right into her clit. 
“Ohh Caine! YES!” 
Aside from the obvious enjoyment he took in rutting Zara, the other reason he was ‘unable to stop’ was her legs wrapped around his hips, clinging and affirming just how badly she wanted to keep him inside her, thrusting and wriggling and prodding at her deepest and most sensitive spots. Her thigh high stockings still clung to her legs, which only made the sensations running through her body feel better. 
Caine lapped in slow, forceful licks along the feline’s neck while kissing and chewing away, his left hand smoothing down from her cheek and past her neckline to grasp and firmly grope Zara’s right breast. The cold metal of her piercing acted as a cool counterpart to the warm soft pillowy delight of her flesh; the difference in textures made it all the more satisfying. 
“Ohh.. fuck... I’m... I’m guh...” Zara barely squeaked out. 
Caine didn’t need to ask what she meant: he understood her all too well. And even if he didn’t, the way her pussy clenched up around his cock and against his now very generous knot was a dead giveaway. 
“Nnhhrrrr...” He sounded out around his mouthful, in lieu of any real verbal response. Instead he bit a little harder, squeezed her breast firmer, pulled her hip up higher and started to shove the first inches of his knot into her sorely soaked, firmly fucked cunt. 
“FUCK! C-CUMMING!” 
The second she exclaimed her orgasm, Zara felt Caine’s fingers flick, tug and even lightly twist her pierced nipple. As if she wasn’t already going to crash into a massive climax, that extra ounce of stimulation truly pushed her over the edge. Or indeed, practically threw her over. 
“AHHHH! FFFFUCKKK!! NYAAAAAAAAAAH~!!!” 

“Ooohh...” 
“That’s my girl.” 
Having finally been beaten out in volume, Taylor and Belle looked over in erotic fascination at their sexy feline and cute collie friends, though their own pace didn’t falter even as they saw Zara thrashing, quivering, clenching and coating Caine’s balls in her squirted feminine juices. 
“Ffffuck that’s hot... He better give her that knot...” Belle whimpered. 
“You know he will. Nnnh, but more importantly...” Taylor huffed, his own cock twitching with the early signs of an approaching and explosive orgasm of his own, while shifting his body and moving his left arm enough to hoist her left leg aloft. 
“NGHH!” 
Taylor shunted his cock all the way to the root, balls smacking just under the swell of Belle’s navel as he took advantage of this new position to really fuck her as deep as possible. 
“AH!” Belle cried out, mouth agape but curled into a smile. 
“Nnnh! I may not, have a knot... but you’re still getting everything I’ve got, balls fucking deep!” Taylor hurriedly grunted, so as not to lose focus or slow his pace. 
“G-God yes!!” Belle cried out, almost matching Zara’s previous orgasmic volume. She turned her head just enough to glimpse back into his eyes, though her tussled hair soon tumbled down and obscured her visage, not that she cared in the heat of the moment. “D-Don’t you dare, slow down, or hold back... j-just... fuck me HARD!” 
“Hell yeah!” Taylor practically roared, before scraping his nails into the mattress, doubling the force of his grip around Belle’s inner thigh and jackhammering his way down into her pussy. “Don’t you... worry, I know exactly what you can take!” His hips smacked into her ass even harder than before, and her heavy tits jiggled along in sync with Taylor’s tugging out and smacking back inside her sex, inch after slick throbbing black inch of ebony lion cock parting her passage and causing her now puffy and hard nipples to graze against the bed sheet beneath. 
“Ohh gawd... ohfuck fuck fuck... C-Close...” Belle panted, each word coming out in sync with Taylor shoving himself balls deep once more. 
“Nnngh, me too... fuck you’re so hot Belle...” Taylor had shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth. Slowly, his hip thrusts had begun to speed up, and now it was clear he was giving her his complete 100%. Hard, fast, deep and as rough as he knew she enjoyed. As they both approached a massive mutual climax, Taylor hissed one more teasing line right into Belle’s ear: 
“Gonna fill you up, and then, I’m gonna do the same to your hubby.” 

“YES! TAKE ME PUPPY!” Zara mewled, her volume having never quite lowered since her first climax of the night experienced around her cute collie friend’s cock. She gazed up at him through half lidded eyes, her hands having gone back to gripping the foot of the bed; she needed the extra leverage now that Caine had taken ‘inspiration’ from Taylor’s repositioning while fucking his wife. 
“Nnnf... goddamn...” He grunted while grasping Zara’s inner right thigh with his weight leaned more over her leg than her body itself. Thanks to her flexibility and his stamina, the position worked perfectly for the pair; he could keep the kitten’s legs spread and her body on its’ side with her whole left leg now hoisted onto his shoulder so that he could go as deep as he wanted and needed to inside her cunt, just as Taylor could with Belle. 
Or... he would go that deep, were it not for the now completely swollen knot ominously shoving against Zara’s slit. But that, they both knew, wouldn’t stop him. 
“You want... nnf... this knot?!” Caine rhetorically asked while surveying her sexy curvy black furred body, laid out before him with tits jiggling and tongue lolling from her maw in single-minded, carefree lust. 
“Haaaaah! Yes, yes, YES! Knot me you sexy puppy! G-Give me everything you got! Give your slutty kitty all your puppies! CUM IN ME!!!” The words poured from Zara’s lips in a hurried, practically babbled, desperate mess. As he shut his eyes once more, she stared up at him weakly with her vision foggy and body quivering, especially her raised leg, used so fiercely as a leverage tool for her ‘sexy puppy’. 

“Ahhh! AHHH! Gonna... gonna...!” Belle barely managed to speak under the relentless assault of such a huge cock as Taylor’s smacking and fucking, grinding and throbbing inside with all the need, force and power of a true predator focused completely on letting loose inside his ‘prey’. Her body shook, her sex tingled and her voice began to grow strained, though her own passion still burned strong enough for her to meet Taylor for a soaking kiss when he snared up her chin in his hand. 
“Mnnghhrrr...” He growled wetly as they made out momentarily, seconds before he knew his own climax would hit. Still, he held her leg sturdy, just as Caine did to his own girlfriend. 

“Zara... Nnhrr...” Caine gave one final, particularly bestial growl while fucking her with enough force to prod the tiniest amount more of his knot inside each time. 
“Doitdoitfuckfuckfuck...” Zara breathed as her curvy black body jiggled to and fro under Caine’s power, before he finally gave her what she needed, and had asked for so sweetly. 
Though not before Taylor and Caine exchanged one last look, wordlessly permitting and even encouraging one another to cum in one another’s lovers. 

“NNHF!!” 
“OHH GAWD! NYAAAAAAH~!!!” 

“NGH! BELLE! F-FUCK!!!” 
“HAAAHYESSSSSS!!” 
Caine’s ecstatic roar came a fraction of a second before Zara’s: the only natural result of his knot, slick with her juices and his pre, parting his pussy obscenely wide, with easily twice as much girth as the rest of his cock, all at once. 
Her tightness, and his thickness, all crashed down upon their sex-crazed minds at once, leaving them no choice about cumming hard, strong, and all at once. Caine kept his back arched and head raised to the ceiling, while Zara just throttled her own head back to the bed itself, body convulsing and pussy clenching up like a vice. 
“NHF! NNHHF!” Caine would bark time and time again, with each throbbing, jolting, aggressively forceful shot of warm, fresh canine cum that he unloaded inside Zara, every drop sloshing and stuffing her as deep as he could; deep enough in fact that the very pressure of his load itself stimulated some of her most intimate inner ‘sweet spots’. 
“AHHH! NYAH! NYAH! Y-YES!” Zara mewled in sync with the pup knotting and creaming her pussy, his unceasing load plugged up just as thoroughly as she loved to feel. Her toes curled, tail spasmed, and eyelids even slightly twitched while she lay back so helpless under the assault that fried her very thoughts so nicely. 

All the while, Belle was being reminded that despite lacking a knot, Taylor more than made up for it with sheer girth through the length of his cock, and sheer volume of his load. He’d abruptly pushed both his hands to her shoulders, leaning with his body in a perfect arch above as he pinned her upper body down with serious force, keeping her exactly where he needed her. She didn’t mind the sudden slight change in position one bit, not with how much hot lion spunk he kept pouring inside her clenching, cumming cunt and how hot it was to feel the total weight of a wild, rough predator bearing down on her. 
“HAH! NN! T-TAKE IT!” Taylor panted. Not that Belle could see it from under him, but his face was utterly twisted in orgasmic delight, while experiencing the divinely satisfying sensation of her own climax ridden pussy milking him for every drop. 
“UNNH... FFFFUUUUCCK... YYYESSSSSS...!!” Belle sang out, each sound elongated as she let the blazing fire of her own climax completely possess her. Her tongue lolled from her open, steamily smiling mouth, and what little energy she still possessed in the heat of the moment was devoted to pushing her lightly reddened rear up to grind against Taylor’s fur and keep him deep inside. Nothing could have stopped the flow of sticky thin strands of his seed splashing and splattering down from her pussy, but that was just further proof of the volume that he steadily stuffed her with, every drop hosing her down just where they both wanted it: balls deep inside. Even her healthy, generous belly seemed to bulge somewhat with the sheer amount of it all. And as with Zara, the thick, overflowing feeling just added to her pleasure, making her passage clench up hard and make an absolute mess of the sheets beneath. As far as all four of them were concerned, the messier the better: it all just acted as proof of how well they ‘got along’.  

The coming moments for both pairs of eager swingers were spent largely in silence, with the last dregs of euphoria waning where they lay. None were in any hurry, either; especially not Caine or Zara, the likes of whom were literally plugged together, Caine’s thick member and thicker knot refusing to deflate or soften, resilient in keeping her full. Zara treasured the feeling, while dancing her fingertips absentmindedly across Caine’s back, skating lines through his fur to the skin beneath. Taylor, meanwhile, had chosen to savour the afterglow by not only keeping his shaft buried to the root in Belle while collapsed on her back (more than confident she could handle his weight) but slyly shuffling his hands underneath her body, between the sheets and her huge breasts, to grasp both pillows in slow but greedy squeezes. Belle bit her lip and laughed lightly, yet did nothing to prevent him from feeling her up all she liked, vaguely whispering some barely audible nothing about ‘boys being boys’. 
“Good... puppy...” Zara purred, slowly but sensually. 
“Heh... least I can do, for my favourite shop keep.” Caine joked, with both hands supporting her ass. Zara momentarily laughed, but also groaned somewhat at the corniness of the line. 
“What can I say... you n’ Belle are my favourite customers.” 
“I... should think so...” Belle chimed in from atop the bed, glancing as best she could down at Zara and her panting, still aroused hubby. “...if you gave all your customers this kinda service, doubt you’d get much work done.” 
“I dunno...” Taylor retorted, nuzzling Belle’s neck and leaning his head down to join the conversation. “It sure does build up ‘loyalty’.” 
Zara just chuckled, with a fresh wave of heat spreading cheek to cheek on her face as she leant up to see her boyfriend getting so fresh with one of her closest girl-friends. 

After a few more minutes of molesting, pillow talk and even a brief bout of mutual make-outs for both pairs, Caine’s knot deflated just enough for him to feel as though he could, with a bit of effort, free himself from Zara. He was in no particular hurry to do so of course: he knew he could quite happily have stayed inside her all day, though not without a fair amount more ‘movement’ soon enough. 
But there was something else he wanted to do, while their passions were still riding high, something he’d been after, along with Zara herself, since he first entered the shop that day. He was about to wriggle his way slowly out of Zara to see about getting what he wanted, too... but a low, growling and seductive voice threw him off. 
“Alright, you two. Get up here. Belle, I leave Zara in your capable hands. And pup...” Taylor hissed, having apparently slid his still dripping dick out of Caine’s wife so he could kneel with one hand tickling along it, aiming it Caine’s way with his other hand raising a finger in a ‘come hither’ gesture. “You’re all mine, sexy.” 
Caine wore his excitement with a bashful smile while his eyes helplessly lingered on Taylor’s little masturbatory show. But where he just mumbled and nodded while working his way out of Zara’s pussy and up to the bed, Zara filled in by saying what the both of them were thinking, and hoping for. 
“Oh fuck yes, baby. Pound that studpuppy’s cute little butt. So fucking hot, mnnf!” 

--- 

“You love it, don’t you?”
“YES!” 
Belle knew Zara loved it, but she just wanted to hear her say it. The frisky, kinky feline’s body was squirming, twitching and grinding so attentively atop Belle where they both lay at the head of the bed. Zara was resting her back upon Belle’s chest, finding great comfort in the softness of her breasts just as Taylor had before. But clearly Zara’s focus was not really on Belle, but directed at the tantalising show to which both women had front row seats; the main reason for how Zara clenched and gushed abundantly around Belle’s three fingers shoved knuckle-deep in her pussy. 

“Nnngh, fuck, good boy...” Taylor gruffly shuddered while sliding his cock deeper still inside the cute collie’s ass. 
“AHH! M-MORE!” Caine sang in response, thrashing his head up while on all fours before the handsome lion he’d been thinking about all day. There was little he needed to do, or even COULD do in that position. But that was part of the fun, especially after having taken such an ‘active’ role in the company of Taylor’s fine, fit girlfriend. Now Taylor was the one taking the lead, and taking as much of Caine as he could. 

“Ffffuck, yes!” Zara panted, while pinching one of her own nipples. Clearly, she’d been thinking about this all day, too. “Augggh... Gawd, fuckin’ love you Taylor baby, don’t stop, fuck him hard!” 
“You’re soaked, sweetie.” Belle teased. “You really get off on this, huh?” She sunk her digits slowly inside Zara, wriggled them about some, and slid them right back out again only to repeat these motions moment to moment. 
“C-Can you... blame me?” Zara managed to playfully retort, only to be caught wordless when Belle chewed along her neckline from under her humping, shuddering body. 
“Nnh, good point...” Belle cooed. “I mean, just look at ‘em...” 

 Caine had to grip the sheets with all his might, and really grind his teeth whenever Taylor pushed his weight forward and pushed his veiny, thick dick inside again. It was a tight enough squeeze to really draw the air from his lungs, sap his focus and drain his energy. He wasn’t without a degree of discomfort whenever Taylor pushed his anal passage apart all the way around, and he knew Taylor wasn’t about to lighten up any time soon. 
All the same, he absolutely loved it.
“Nnnnngh...” Caine growled, eyes shut and fangs chewing his bottom lip while rutted along the bed, slowly being shunted closer and closer to their girls in the process. His hair had become all the more unkempt since Taylor had ‘directed’ him and the girls where he wanted them for this inevitable, juicy slice of guy on guy action, his fur a messy sweaty mess and his still hard cock jumping about irregularly with the prostate stimulation throttling through his body thanks to the pressure put upon it by Taylor’s slowly but steadily fucking manhood. 
“Want... me to slow down?” Taylor whispered in Caine’s ear, with a concoction of genuine concern for the pup’s comfort and pleasure, and teasing coyness at how he expected he already knew the answer. Still, he was familiar enough with the ‘mechanics’ of fooling around with other men that he knew a certain amount more care was needed than what was usual with his female bedfellows. Especially considering his ‘size’. But if Caine felt any discomfort, he certainly didn’t show it or feel like it was too much to take. Evidenced by how suddenly and passionately he tugged Taylor by the hair into a juicy kiss. 

“OH FUCK YEAH!” Zara hooted, like an ecstatic fan reacting to a big joyous twist in a TV show or movie. Except with a lot more hip humping, pussy gushing and head thrashing amidst heated feline mewls. 
“Ooooh...” Belle cooed, in comparatively reserved but still considerable delight. “That’s more like it...” She licked her lips, while surreptitiously rubbing her own snatch beneath her furiously aroused companion. She and Zara alike stared with focused fascination at their men swapping saliva and pushing into one another at a gradually rising pace, their eyes shut and tongues obviously swabbing about in one another’s mouths. Taylor even peeked an eye open for a moment before their lips finally parted with a bridge of spit, meeting the girls’ gaze as if pandering to his audience. 
“Nnnhhh... oh gawd... oh gawd...!” Zara moaned, her voice adopting a more desperate, submissive tone than she had even taken with Caine before.  She watched intently, having practically melted around Belle’s fingers as the girls added to the bountiful mess upon the sheets. 

This was just the kind of show that Taylor loved to perform, especially with such a rapturously entertained audience. So he doubled the strength of his grip around Caine’s hips, raised his posture to kneel upright and really committed his full physical being into fucking the collie. 
“Unnngh... y-yeah...” Caine stammered under the gradually building assault he took from Taylor, collapsing his upper body at the same time down to the bed where he scraped handfuls of sheets and panted with a carefree, giddy little smile. 
“Good boy...” Taylor praised him, even while he started to really wear his own ecstasy on his face. “R-Ready to give the girls a... big, nnh, finish?” 

“YES!” Zara replied verbally, despite Taylor having directed his question to Caine. But judging by his quick nodding, a momentary mumble that could have been a ‘yes’ and the adorable feverish wagging of his tail above his butt, the man himself certainly seemed keen too. 
“Ohh, you want a good look, baby?” Taylor followed up, with an inspired glint in his eye. 
“Uh-huh...” Zara breathed, quiet but heartfelt. 
“Mmnnh, me too, c’mon, make a mess, love!” Belle added, squirming below Zara almost as much as the voyeuristic feline herself was. 
“Alright then...” Taylor purred. 
The next thing Caine knew he’d been hoisted up, embraced around his waist and supported at the hip from behind, and chewed upon tenderly right along his neck, with a smooth southern voice in his ear. 
“Cum for me, studpuppy.” 
It felt so different to hear that plea from not Zara, but her boyfriend. But no less arousing, and no easier to resist. 
“AHH! AAHH!” Caine howled, clutching to Taylor and running fingers through his hair. He was close alright, and Taylor’s wet slaps and firm splitting thrusts up his rear end gave him no choice but to let loose, even without stimulation directly to his cock. It was all too clear to the girls themselves, too, judging by how his member jutted to and fro right before their eyes, knot bloating up all over again. 
“Fuck... FUCK! Gonna... Gonna...!” Zara quivered, while Belle beneath her just sang out a series of increasingly high pitched and loud squeals as she stirred them both to squirting highs of their own. 
Nothing else needed saying: with the position Taylor had pinned Caine in, the ferocity of Taylor’s throbbing and shunting, and the closeness of both girls to the action, they all knew what a mess was about to ensue. But that didn’t stop Taylor from grabbing Caine’s cock at the last second and jerking it enough to really give him no choice. 

“C-Cum all over ‘em, cutie.” 
Caine immediately threw his head back, humped his hips forwards and did exactly that. 
“AH! HAAH!” 
His previous orgasms that night did little to staunch the volume of his cumshots that shot in quick, short but thick spurts, splashing right over the girls’ bodies as they lay before him, waiting and wanting it. 
“Fffffffffffffuck...” Zara groaned under the thrill of receiving most of the puppy’s load thanks to her lying above her big bovine lover, as she inched to the very edge of her own climax with fingers twisting one of her pierced nipples and flicking around her clit. “...NGH!” And sure enough, it hit her like a freight train. She tossed and turned, squirted and humped away, savouring everything the canine let out on her, even as the last of his seed still trickled out of her tight cunt. 
“Ughhyesssss...!” Belle herself sang in more of a lengthy cry than Zara did above. What Caine did manage to stain her with was more than satisfying enough for her to meet the girl in her high with a full body shudder and an ecstatic, contorted expression, contrasted enough from Zara’s for Taylor to enjoy the view as well. 
“NGH! F-FUCK, PUP! C-CUMMIN’!” He roared louder than all of the others had in those last few crucial moments. He kept his grip firm and fierce around both Caine’s cock and hip, biting down once more as he rode out the delightful feeling of letting it all out in the pup’s tailhole; ample hot fresh waves of it as well, enough to make Caine feel it churn inside him, adding an extra kinky layer to the bottoming male’s delight. An impressive feat for Taylor, after having filled both the girls too that same night.

This time when the four of them collapsed, they finally stayed down.  Panting, heaving, weakly clutching with almost completely relinquished embraces around one another, and more aware than ever before of the great amount of sexual mess they’d caused, all over the bed. 
Zara would certainly not have looked forward to cleaning up the testing room itself, were it not for how little she cared at that moment for anything but the blissful afterglow. 
“Thank you...” Caine mumbled, without even glancing at any one other person in the room. 
They all exchanged a glance, and shrugged it off with beaming smiles. 
“You’re welcome.” Taylor decided to say, evidently representing all three of them. He planted a soft, tender kiss on Caine’s temple as he gingerly rolled off of him; his dick slick and drooling almost as much as Caine’s poor claimed rear was. 
“You... wanna play host, next week?” Zara asked Belle, while circling a finger around the areola of her nipple. 
“But then, it won’t be a surprise!” Belle lightly chided, arms wrapped around both Zara and Taylor as Caine weakly shuffled to nuzzle into his wife’s creamy thigh. 
Taylor and Zara exchanged a devilish smirk, before Zara gave her retort. 
“Ohh, I think we can think of a surprise to bring along.”