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obtained the Christmas gift he liked so much, but when she takes him to see the store, and the storeowner herself, his curiosity is only stoked further. Good thing that Zara and Belle alike are already way ahead of him~ \n\nPlease enjoy! I plan to open up for commissions in the near future, after polishing off a couple more stories. So consider this for now to be a good indicator of what you can expect if you hire my services ;3 \n\nCaine and Belle belong to Cainesart, Zara and Taylor belong to me. ", "description_bbcode_parsed": "My first ever commissioned piece!

Very proud of this one, didn't take me too long to put together and it ended up as a really fun, well rounded sexy story.

Consider it a follow up to The Perfect Gift; naturally, Caine was more than a bit curious as to where his dear wife obtained the Christmas gift he liked so much, but when she takes him to see the store, and the storeowner herself, his curiosity is only stoked further. Good thing that Zara and Belle alike are already way ahead of him~

Please enjoy! I plan to open up for commissions in the near future, after polishing off a couple more stories. So consider this for now to be a good indicator of what you can expect if  you hire my services ;3

Caine and Belle belong to Cainesart, Zara and Taylor belong to me. ", "writing": "Caine was perplexed. \nHe turned the item in his hands around, tested its’ weight and nervously looked closely over every detail. It was hefty, warm, bumpy and worryingly enough it was throbbing. It had a few indents across the surface, which were probably buttons. Or, at least he assumed they were; he dared not actually press them for fear of making this thing move more. It was big and bulbous and... \nIt was...\nWhat even was it? \n\n--- \n\nThis was simply the newest in a string of surprises and strange sights Caine had witnessed since his wife had dragged him out shopping that day. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t keen; getting the chance to see exactly where Belle had acquired his Christmas gift that year sounded exciting enough, if a bit daunting. \nOn that most festive of days, he’d unwrapped a big heavy intimidating chalice that looked like it had been swiped from the set of an Indiana Jones movie, while his wife looked on with a giddy giggle. Before he could so much as say “You shouldn’t have?”, his ‘gift’ had revealed his true nature, which led in turn to an impromptu (but certainly not unwelcome) bout of tentacle sex shared amongst his family, all while the fireplace crackled comfortably away. \nChristmas was hard enough to clean up after, without the added mess of copious sexual juices splattered about their holly, jolly living room. Still, a tentacle monster is for life, not just for Christmas, and the last thing Caine wanted to do was seem ungrateful for the gift Belle had gone out of her way to get him that year. \nWhat was more, amidst the orgy, all those horrifically gaudy festive sweaters got mangled beyond repair. So it wasn’t all bad. \nBut naturally, Caine couldn’t help but wonder where in the world (or possibly even outside of the world), Belle had bought such a thing. The answer came while the couple lay exhausted and sticky yet warm and satisfied, with a chuckle and a playful lick over his bovine beau’s lips to capture more of the surprisingly palatable monster cum plastered over her face just as it was over his. \n“Patience, pup. I’ll show you there sometime~” \n\nAnd so about a month later, Caine found himself in what was apparently the origin of the present that now sat at the top of their mantelpiece at home; a quaint and unassuming shop by the name of, \n“MONSTROUS THRILLS”\naccording to the flickering neon sign he’d barely gotten a chance to read before Belle had whisked him down a set of stairs and into the entrance. \nCaine didn’t blame her for being excited; indeed, in the face of his wife’s endlessly energetic libido and inspiring adventurous attitude to exploring new kinks, that excitement was contagious. All the same, he hadn’t gotten anything close to a decent browse around the entranceway and first few rooms of the shop, before Belle had pulled him straight through into the adults’ section. What little he saw, heard and smelled in his meagre glimpse through the ‘PG’ part of the shop certainly gave him a provisionally solid idea of what to expect further inside. But while such items – intricate gothic jewellery, unsettlingly realistic shrunken skulls, exotically aromatised joss sticks and heavily accessorised jackets to name a few – certainly weren’t too unlike the fare of merchandise he and Belle may’ve seen at one of their heavy metal concerts, nothing prepared Caine for what dwelled past that beaded curtain. \n It was one thing to find himself in a store that looked and smelled like it had been brought to life from a fantasy realm, some exotic land of dragons and dungeons. It was quite another thing to peruse shelves filled with sex toys from that realm. Like a veritable library of eroticism, the adults’ section was arranged like a long corridor, with aisles of shelves stretching off to the couple’s left and right. The walls were sparsely decorated with framed artworks, the content of which varied widely from the abstract to the outright lewd. The smells of the storefront wafted in from behind him, easing the uncertainty he felt at being immersed so suddenly in such a colourful and curious world. \n“Woah...” He’d mouthed, though his wife was already too far down one of the aisles and too distracted by a rack of corsets and gothic dresses to notice his wide eyed wonder. Caine smiled lightly her way and began wandering down the pathway opposite, looking at nothing in particular, but intrigued by all of it. By chance, he’d soon found himself most of the way towards another neon sign above a black steel door with a (hopefully intentional) dented design, constructed to resemble, in fine calligraphic font, \n“Testing Rooms” \nWith a raised brow and a curious few steps closer to the door, he wondered on the reason for such a title. \n“Ooooohh! Nyaaaaaaah~!” \nCaine realised how dense he’d been, and promptly shuffled backwards, allowing whoever was in there to ‘test out’ their sought after product in privacy. \nAfter taking a moment to recompose himself, two things occurred to Caine, while he nervously approached a long shelf stocked with dildos best collectively described as ‘adventurous’. \nFirst being, that the management behind this store certainly were no amateurs when it came to sexuality; Victoria’s Secret had nothing on a place with such a broad selection and so liberal of a ‘try before you buy’ policy. No doubt his wife had taken full advantage of one of those ‘testing rooms’ herself, when trialling his own gift. The very thought excited him. \nThe second fact was arguably even more surprising; he’d not seen so much as a single clerk this whole time. Where even was this impressively open-minded proprietor, anyway? \nCaine quickly enough shrugged that mystery aside, by the time he’d wandered back around to where Belle was. He thought of asking Belle if she knew much about whoever owned Monstrous Thrills, but he hated to interrupt his beau while she looked so happily distracted by all manner of enticing undergarments. Caine smiled subtly and tucked a hand into his jean pocket while watching her browse, mulling over just how good almost everything on the racks would look incredible on his voluptuous wife. \n\nBesides, soon enough the greatest mystery of the day would make itself prominent. \nWhat even was this thing he’d picked up? \n\n---\n\n“Hey hon?” Caine asked, turning around towards his wife. \n“Yeah pup?” Belle replied without looking, while thumbing through a rack of lacy bras. \n“What do you suppose this is?” He continued, hefting the object up. \n“Oh, that’s...” She began after looking his way, biting her lip and twisting her head as if trying to find the words to describe something that was almost beyond words. “It’s like... Well if you were to... It’s...” \n\n“It’s a lot of trouble if you’re not used to having things in your butt.” A chirpy voice suddenly interrupted from the far end of the aisle. \n\nCaine audibly and physically jumped, scrambling so as to not drop the strange, unsettling sex toy. Or worse still, accidentally turn it on. While doing so, his focus distracted, he heard his wife gleefully reply to the person who was now walking their way. \n“Zara! There you are, girl!” She exclaimed, bouncing over and trapping the woman in a powerful hug. “How do you keep getting the jump on me like that?” \n“Come on, love, give me a bit o’ credit. This place o’ mine’s got almost as many nooks and crannies and secret hideaways than that beastie you bought has tentacles.” \nBelle chuckled bashfully, yet proudly, releasing the woman from her grip. With Belle’s broad body no longer obscuring his view, Caine could finally see this ‘Zara’ character. And he liked what he saw. \nZara was a curvaceous kitten with fur a pure jet black, a natural curvature to her bust and torso, a fit frame and eyes that glowed a deep crimson. The same crimson that a thick bang of hair draping off to the side of her fringe was dyed in. On greater observation, even the tip of her tail was coloured the same, like a furry brush dipped in a paint can. \nZara’s outfit complemented her body’s colours perfectly. Long creamy white stockings hugged her legs from within simple yet stylish laced boots up to her toned thighs. There couldn’t have been less than two inches of bare black furred leg between the upper hem of those stockings and a red and black plaid skirt that wafted about her pelvis, secured (or perhaps simply accessorised) with a thin belt of the same hue of white. From navel to bust, a snug underbust corset of dark greys mingling in a coiling, scrolling pattern accentuated the smooth curvature of her torso and pushed down on her large breasts. It seemed to fit with a firm but comfortable restraint, and one which nonetheless teased no small portion of her swells on show. Above it, her arms, neck and lively face were clear as day, with a few piercings dotted across her ears completing the alternative-casual ensemble. \n\n“And this I presume is that lucky hubby of yours?” Zara’s voice chirped, knocking Caine out of his ogling stupor. Before he could so much as shake himself back into sensibility, and barely a second after Belle said “Yup!”, Caine was smothered into that surprisingly soft corset, and felt the purr from Zara’s chest. \n“Caine, right? Zara; pleasure to meet ya, hon!”\n“Y-Yeah, likewise!” He stuttered, unsure of where to put his hands. He’d have happily put them anywhere, but the last thing he wanted was to scare away their gracious, lovely host. \nOnce freed from the embrace, Caine could see Belle behind Zara, barely holding an enamoured laugh in. She always did love to see him squirm under the duress of another lovely lady. Not that he ever minded getting into such intimate encounters, especially with his wife there to fan the flames of his wilder side. \n“Belle’s been talking real highly o’ you. I bet you’re real good to her.” Zara grinned, beginning to walk them down the aisle. Caine wasn’t sure that they were going anywhere in particular, but already Zara’s confidence was infecting him with curiosity for whatever still lay unexamined in the depths of her store. \n“Well, I try to give her what she needs.” Caine said. Then he heard himself and immediately began applying the mental brakes. “I mean, not like that! Or, well yeah, like that, but...” \n“She was right.” Zara chuckled dismissively. “You are cute.” \nCaine recaptured his nerve with an uneasy laugh of his own, walking with Belle to his left and Zara to his right. The layered implications of her words weren’t lost on him; from then on his tongue felt looser, even in the company of his rather ‘open minded’ wife. \nThe clerk led them at a leisurely pace around a corner. While they talked and walked, the couple loosely cast their gaze around all that the place had to offer, occasionally pausing to inspect everything from artisan attire to odd accessories. \n“So, um...” Caine began, while he and Zara waited for Belle to finish her amused perusing of a display of erotic candies. “That thing that Belle got from you...” \n“Oh, you mean ol’ Slimy. What’d you think? Ain’t your usual sex toy, right?” \n“Heh, you got that right...” Caine bashfully brushed off. “But yeah, wanted to thank you for that. The girls all had a blast, even if it did mess the room up a bit!” He bravely joked, assuming such an outgoing girl like Zara wouldn’t mind hearing a little more detail. \n“Haha, mess nothin’!” She promptly scoffed, proving Caine’s suspicions right and raising an eyebrow Belle’s way. “Couldn’t have been as bad as when Belle first tried him out! Y’oughta ask her just how ‘messy’ things can get if you’re not careful with that thing!”\n“Aww c’mon Zara, you had fun!” \n“Well o’course, but who d’you think has to clean up the testing room after all that? Can’t have a customer with some actual inhibitions slipping up on a puddle of stagnant monster jizz!” \n“You didn’t seem to mind when you were jerking it off over the both of us.” Belle had crept close by then, her and Zara mischeviously locking eyes. \n“Psh. Slut.” \n“Nympho.”\nFor a moment, silence reigned. Caine thought the blush on his face would sear into his skin. Seemed he was the spring chicken of the group. \nThe pair’s laughter instantly defused things. \n“Ahh, sorry Caine, don’t mind us. Just foolin’.” Zara grinned, suavely slipping between the couple and resting her arms around their shoulders. “A bit o’ mess is nothing if it means I did my job right.” \nCaine sunk his head into his neck a tad, struggling to keep his gaze from straying to Zara’s prominent cleavage under her corset just to his left. \n“I’ll say...” He muttered, biting his lip. “It was a pretty fun Christmas.” He summarised. Years of living with Belle’s exuberance had given him enough experience around assertive women for him to recover his poise promptly enough. \n“If by that you mean you were losing your mind in a green goopy gangfu-” Belle interjected.\n“Ngah! Sweetie, please!” Caine interrupted his wife desperately. Years of living with Caine’s politeness had made her an expert at cracking through his poise. \n“Aww, don’t worry about it hon.” Zara smiled serenely, even against the brunt of such explicit conversational matter. “Like Belle said, you ain’t the first to go all out with that messy li’l monster. Kinda miss the big guy already.” She conceded, casting her gaze aside for a moment as if diving into nostalgia. “Still, I’m really glad that worked out. Best thing about this job is knowing I’m making folks’ sex lives more weird and wonderful. Life’s too short to be bottlin’ stuff up, you know?” \nAs they continued to peruse Zara’s wares, the pup slowed his pace. Mostly because Zara’s words had inspired him to look more earnestly and shamelessly through the things on display himself, though the view of Zara’s hips and rear noticeably swaying under that flimsy skirt certainly was alluring. \n“Pretty hot, don’t you think?” Belle teased under her breath by Caine’s ear. \n“Mmhmm.” Caine replied, quickly and cautiously. Caine was no stranger to promiscuous women, but Zara seemed to own, embrace and take pride in her adventurous sense of sexuality with a rare sense of transparency. Surely, Caine figured, one would have to have a firm personal philosophy on sexual politics to run a shop like this. Her exquisite fashion sense certainly added to her allure as well. Caine almost felt hypnotised by that skirt, wafting lightly around her thighs as if all it would take was a slight increase in her pace for him to see so much more fur. \nThough however pleasant it was to be shown around by such an extroverted, attractive kitten, the last thing Caine wanted was to get kicked out for making some undue comment or unprovoked grope. However enticing her corset-confined breasts seemed when she turned back around. \n“So, was there anything else y’were particularly interested in?” She chirped, one hand on her hip as the other leant against a tall stack of bookshelves, containing publications with titles both suggestive (“Erotic Tales from the Carribean”) and explicit (THE KNOT AND YOU – Risks and Rewards). \nCaine was more aware of his tenting jeans than ever. \n“Ahh, that’s okay, I’m sure Belle can show me around the place pretty well by now.” Caine chuckled, speaking hurriedly. For some reason as he spoke, Zara was looking at him, or perhaps just behind him, with a curious stare. He continued nonetheless, hoping to usher her away before his arousal became too painfully obvious. \n“Thanks again for all your help, Zara, we’ll ring these things up soon and-”\nHis words were stopped sharp by the feel of a pair of strong bovine hands clasped at the hem of his pants from behind. He looked down, frozen in surprise and too slow to have prevented what was coming. \n“Why don’t you show her your appreciation this way~?” \nAs she spoke, Belle’s hands swiftly and expertly descended, tugging his baggy jeans down, thumbs hooked into his boxers to descend with them, until Caine stood bare, his hardened cock flicking upwards once freed, pointing directly at Zara. \n\n---\n\nFor a moment, Caine simply stood in disbelief at the sudden humiliating exposure he’d been forced into, gasping with a sharp intake of air. Then he shot into action, desperately obscuring his aroused member and reaching for the pants wrinkled around his ankles.\n“BELLE, THE FUCK?!” He stuttered, face alight with shame. He couldn’t bear to look Zara in the eye, and even now Belle was inexplicably keeping his pants down all the way. He wished he could shrink himself down and just seep into the cracks in the floor. Though, in the moments he spent looking at the floor while trying to force his pants back up, fighting his giggling wife’s hold on his clothes, it seemed the floor was covered in stylish shag carpeting. \nDammit, why’d this place have to be so sexy? Why did Zara have to be so sexy?! \nAmidst his desperation, he bit the bullet and looked back up at the proprietor herself, resigned to giving a sincere apology at the very least. \nOr, that was his intention, before a knowing smirk, half lidded eyes and a gentle hand clasped to his cheek abruptly halted his panicked mind. \n\n“Woah there, stud.” Zara purred. “I’m not done lookin’. Not by a long shot.” \n\nOnly now did Belle’s constant, giddy giggles from behind him make sense. \nWith his body still awkwardly bent over forwards, Caine glanced over his shoulder, where he saw his wife barely keeping her laughter in with a bitten lip and a furiously whipping tail. \nThat scheming minx. \nHe looked back at Zara, her expression unchanging. In a fashion comparable to Belle’s, the feline’s own tail was slowly but steadily whipping about. In the silence, he could hear Zara’s purr thrumming from her throat. \nDear God, there were two of them. \nHe always figured that one of these days his wife was going to get him into serious trouble. But never did he expect this kind of trouble, caught as he was between a pair of such eager ladies. \nIt was a good thing for them that he could give as good as he got, once warmed up. And as he finally stood to attention, the fog cleared and the girls’ plans laid as bare as his cock, he certainly felt warm, to say the least. \nZara’s eyes were locked on his manhood, now. \n“Not bad at all.” She surmised. “Belle, why didn’t you bring this puppy around sooner? I’ve been aching to see what all the fuss was about~” She loosely chastised the bovine behind Caine. \n“Because, silly, I’ve been saving up for another of those weird wriggly wonders of yours.” \n“How do you figure we have more than one of those? You know how hard they are to wrangle?” \n“So, you don’t have more?”\nZara sighed, even while draping a finger along Caine’s persistent erection. \n“...Testing Room 2.” \n“Thanks have fun puppy love you mwah mwah byeeeee!” Belle hurried while skipping away. \n“Seriously Caine; you must have some talent if you can keep up with her.”\n“Well, thanks.” Caine shrugged, still a little bashful, but confident that at least he was in good hands. “I may not be the biggest you’ve had I reckon, but I’d be happy to show you how well I can put what I’ve got to good use.” \n“Ohoh, someone’s found their confidence, alright.” Zara’s eyes widened and she stepped a little closer, letting out a light, surprised chuckle. “Bring it on, baby.” \nZara took Caine slowly but firmly by the wrist, and began leading him towards the farthest corner of the store, where a door marked “STAFF ONLY” gave him a clear enough clue of their destination. \nSeeing no need any more to hide his desires, Caine’s eyes followed Zara’s rear as she walked, keeping his cock rock hard even while striding through the rest of the shop. \n“By the way, how come I haven’t seen any customers? Not that I’m complaining...” He asked. \n“Oh, I flipped the front door sign to ‘Closed’ like an hour ago.” \n“Really? How’d I not see that?” \n“Probably because I told Belle to hurry you inside once you got here so that you wouldn’t notice.” Zara growled, smugly. “Before you arrived, well... Lets’ just say there’s a reason I didn’t send Belle to Testing Room 1.” \nCaine was, funnily enough, unsurprised. \n“You’re one naughty kitten, Zara.” He growled right back. Zara practically shoved him past one final door and into her master bedroom, slamming the door behind them, eyes on fire. \n“Shut up and fuck me Caine, you sexy puppy~” \n\n --- \n\n\nAs he sat at the edge of the neat, silk-sheeted bed, gladly ogling Zara as she approached, little did Caine know that there were more surprises to come that evening. What was more, the next surprise was moments away. \nZara’s eyes practically glowed in the dim, mood enhancing light of the bedroom, not that Caine was paying any attention to the scenery. Instead, his eyes were, understandably, locked on Zara’s chest, as the feline slowly but surely tugged at the knot in the centre of her back which held her corset together. Once it came loose, it took little further effort before the laces down the centre practically fell apart, causing the fine tailored garment to flimsily fall from her torso. With her breasts bare, Zara feigned a gasp of surprise for a moment, while Caine gave a very much genuine whistle of appreciation. \n“Nice piercings.” He gestured, momentarily forcing his gaze from Zara’s chest to her eyes. The generous, perky swells of her breasts, as brilliantly black as almost all of her body, were accessorised with a pair of silver barbell piercings, small and made neatly prominent through both nipples. \nZara gave a hum of approval under her breath, supporting her chest under her left forearm as she crept closer. \n“How about a closer look?” She purred while bending forwards at the hip. Sure enough, Caine’s slathering gaze followed, until the twins were tantalisingly close to his muzzle. He rested his weight on just one hand pressed into the sheets behind him, while the other hungrily made a beeline for the flesh he longed to knead his fingers into...\nOnly for him to suddenly feel Zara’s palm on his forehead, pushing with a persuasive passion until he tumbled backwards. The bed quietly creaked under his sudden collapsing weight, but he resigned himself to laying on his back, bare and happily vulnerable to the duress of the kitten that prowled up his body on all fours. \nHis cock furiously twitched as he watched Zara, hips wiggling and tail whipping, clambering up his torso, hands splayed over his fuzzy, well toned abdomen. Her thighs were soon straddled above his waist, where his hands gladly snuck underneath that cruelly short skirt and dug into her jet black coat. Caine’s fingers ran through thick, smooth fur, prompting a shivered growl and a buck of the hips, born of desperation to drive his member home into her womanhood poised directly above. He smeared his hands up her inner thighs in a hurried yet passionate motion, enticed by the sheer prospect of peeling whatever panties she wore, down her legs. Or hell, if this rough, freaky babe was up to it, he thought for a fleeting moment, he’d have no qualms against ripping her underwear straight off, if it let him fuck her sooner. \n“Nuh uh, puppy...” \nBefore he could act on his urges, Zara continued her prowling motions up his body, further and further north. Just as he gave a confused yet intrigued whimper, Zara rested her knees on either side of his head. Caine’s eyes went wide, his breathing ceased and body frozen. What he saw above him, underneath that skirt, with her pure white cotton stockings digging into the bed and tracing up to her thighs as if pointing the way, was the real surprise. \nOr more accurately, the surprise was what he didn’t see: underwear, of any sort. \n“First, lets’ see how hungry y’are~” \n\nCaine didn’t need to be told twice. With a bestial growl all his own, his arms reached up from behind Zara and took firm hold of her hips with thumbs digging into her pelvis to keep his ‘meal’ steady. His muzzle dove up into Zara’s bare, unprotected pussy, already moist and ripe for the licking. \n“Grrrrrrhhhh...” The collie vibrated, tongue lashing in a slow, forceful lick between her folds, while helping himself to the kitty’s pussy. \n“Nhhhaaaahh!” Zara inhaled sharply, tossing her head back. However good she expected it to feel, however ‘hungry’ she thought Caine to be, his aggressive appetite nevertheless caused her to shudder, buck and grind with greater need than even she thought she possessed at the time. \n“Ohhhhhfuck! Yes! Good puppy... You wanna feast on this kitty, don’tcha?” Her words were hastily panted out while her fingers and claws swam through his thick, messy head of hair, obscured as his salivating face was underneath her own skirt when she glanced back down with one weakly opened eye. “Nhhh, goddamn! Belle... nnhh, wasn’t kidding... lucky bitch... don’t fucking stop pup!” Zara sang, both eyes soon clenched shut, her own ‘hunger’ evident in her verbose arousal. \nEven the sight of Caine digging his muzzle into her slit from underneath her skirt, causing a puppy-sized bump to protrude from under the fabric, had added to the excitement tingling through Zara’s burning body. It reminded her of a scene from a porno she’d stocked at the shop for a while, wherein a “schoolgirl” had her “Jock” boyfriend eat her out under her desk and under her skirt, in the middle of a very boring lesson. But fantasy was one thing. The fingers digging into her hips and soon enough, south to her actual soft cushy buttocks, were nothing less than reality. \nShe felt captive under the pleasure, pinned under Caine’s surprisingly strong grip and tortured by that talented tongue. Even if she’d shown him the way, he was the one that prevented her from going anywhere, and forced her to endure every slick rasp, every coiling flick and every probing thrust of his rough yet soaked tongue. As though every motion was meant to show how much he’d wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her. That feeling of want was the most arousing feeling of all. \n“Ohhhfuck! Nyyyaaaah!” \nCaine wanted her alright. So badly it almost hurt. Specifically, it almost hurt his raging erection, still twitching violently in the air. But as much as he ached to sate his own need, the sounds, motions and the sheer taste of the kitten whose insides clenched up desperately around his energetic tongue acted as more than enough constant motivation for him to see her pleasure through to its’ inevitable end. \n“Mnnnngh... Rrrrrhh...” He growled, with a purposeful vibration spreading across his muzzle that smeared aggressively into Zara’s pussy, finding firm purchase thanks to her bountiful rear that he immersed in a powerful grip. The further he pushed her forwards, the deeper he could dive inside her pussy. \n“Ohhhfuck! Don’t stop! D-Don’t... Stuh... Haaahh...” Zara slurred, each new moan becoming less coherent, but louder and more excited than the last. Caine’s tongue was inserted as far as he could push himself by now, those ever present feminine juices feeding the collie and wetting his fur messily with a strong yet unmistakably aroused flavour. While Caine’s tongue played deep inside Zara’s folds, his eyes shut and hands expressing sincere forceful passion with each clenching digit against her ass, the kitten begun vigorously humping her own hips forwards, gyrating and wriggling about in slight motions to coax as much stimulation as she could, to the deepest depths of her womanhood that the pup’s tongue could explore. \n“Haaaah... Fuckfuckfuck.... I’m... I’m guhh...” Zara mewled. “Guh... Guhnnafuckincummmm!” She hurried out in one breath, one hand on her left breast and the other raked into the back of Caine’s skull, both clasping with fierce needy claws for dear life, as her pleasure crept over the edge. \nThen Caine’s tongue whipped out of her pussy and flicked across her sensitive clit, pinched between his fangs. Immediately, she tumbled into ecstasy. \n“NYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHH! OHH FUCK!” \nZara screamed, her pussy clenching up like a vice as her hips practically fucked themselves against Caine’s muzzle. As the pleasure crashed over the cliffs in her mind and eroded all other thoughts away, Caine felt the buxom black cat squirting over his cheeks and jaw. To which he gladly lapped, wriggled, scraped his own fingers along her succulent rear to make her orgasm linger, and panted in his own ever present need against her slit. \nWhile her orgasm crested and burned through her mind, Zara’s head tossed about, her loud proud expressions of erotic joy sang to the heavens with her tongue lolling out of salivating lips and eyes twitching with pupils rolled upwards. \nYet no sooner did her orgasm die out, than did Zara’s head flop lazily downwards, along with the rest of her body, collapsed atop Caine’s muzzle. For a few moments, she limply rested, hair obscuring her face similarly to how her skirt still obscured Caine’s underneath. \n\nThen, just as Caine’s grip loosened, Zara slid her body backwards, with a weary but warm whimper, until her thighs were parted above his lap. While she moved, revealing Caine’s face once more from underneath her flimsy skirt, she kept her hand planted in his thick head of hair, even as their eyes locked together for the first time since she strapped herself in for the rough tongue ride. His muzzle was matted in her juices, bringing forth a giggle from her panting lips. \n“Not a bad warmup.” Her spare hand caressed south, from his cheek and down past his tufty chest, straight to his groin. She could practically feel the heat emanating from his turgid member. \n“You sure got your second wind fast.” Caine chuckled, panting lightly himself, his broad rough tongue sampling more of her juices from around his cheeks while his hands shamelessly ventured north, from her thighs and past her toned navel to her generous bust. \n“Mmm, silly puppy...” Zara purred, her fingers clasping his cock to keep it steady. “Surely you know...” She prodded his steely shaft against her sex, slowly parting herself on the treat she’d proudly captured. “We’re jus’ gettin’ started.” \nSuddenly and firmly, Zara forced herself down around Caine’s cock. Her rear smacked his inner thighs, with almost every inch splitting her lubricated, snug, welcoming depths. \n“Ooooohh! Damn, big boy...” Zara husked, fists clenching his shoulders. \n“Nhrrrrgh! Damn tight...” Caine whispered, bucking his hips upwards to savour the feeling as he laid back. Then he cracked his eyes open, and the sight of Zara beginning to bounce, grind and ride away motivated him to do much more than take it laying down. \nIn a smooth, sudden motion that further proved the strength Caine has already demonstrated with his muzzle, he lifted himself upwards with a grunt of resistance, seating himself upright on the edge of the bed. Zara loosened her grip on his shoulders as soon as she could sense him making the motion, but nothing had prepared her for his sudden advances, especially with the forceful increase in pace and energy he gave to his bouncing hips, and the hunger his hands showed when deftly moved to caress her breasts. \n“Ohhh my~!” She mewled, arching her back instinctively, while the energetic, promiscuous and eccentric kitten slapped herself down his cock, time and time again. A dull but constant heat tingled from her breasts as Caine kneaded them, his fingers expertly clenching and moving about, not sparing her perky, pierced nipples either. Zara could tell that they were what Caine had been really ogling all this time, as she weakly gazed down at his salivating, grunting muzzle with one barely opened eye. And why not, she thought, with a buxom bovine like Belle for a wife. This was a stud who knew a good rack when he saw one, and knew how to make the most of her pillowy flesh. It was therefore relatively unsurprising when Zara looked down through a few errant strands of bright red fringe hair, and caught Caine starting to trail his tongue close to her chest. \n“Nnnhh, c’mon baby...” She whispered, arms stretching out with her grip on his broad masculine shoulders strengthening, her spine curving and neck craning. Zara purred deeply as she egged Caine forwards, her arched back exposing her vulnerable pierced nubs. “Feast on your kitty...” \nShe barely got the words out before he rasped his entire muzzle around her right breast. \n“Nyah!” She suddenly yelped, the washing heat from her stimulated breasts becoming a sharp jolt of ecstasy that only amplified the thrill of his cock twitching deep inside her pussy. Caine hooked one arm around to the dip in the centre of Zara’s back, supporting her as his tongue lashed across her prominent nipple, the barbell piercing seemingly enhancing his fascination. His tongue flicked over the firm metal, twirled around the areola and licked the nipple itself up and down, amongst myriad slathering sensations coupled with his suckling lips and chewing jaws which captured and pulled her breast outwards in a firm suckle. The sounds of suction might have seemed comedically sharp in pitch to any lucky voyeur, but to Caine, his warm mouthful was assaulting his tastebuds and his libido with such sensual overload that he was almost single-mindedly obsessed with, as Zara had fittingly put it, ‘feasting on her’. To which end, his spare hand clutched around the base of her tail, in both an act of fierce restraint and of desperate guidance, forcing her ever-moving hips to carry right on with the bouncing, smacking motions that’d been doing. \nZara didn’t need said guidance, but she sure as hell welcomed it. \n“Haaahh... fuck... fuck... Hungry puppy... don’t stop... oh gawd...” Zara’s passionate purrs and controlled cadences had given way to desperate pleas and possessed moans now, her sex aflame around the thick lively cock that twitched aggressively near every single time she pushed herself down. Caine may have been right in what he’d said – he wasn’t the biggest Zara had had – but he’d already clearly shown that he more than compensated with something that few men, big or small, had to their credit. Stamina, and technique. Every time she descended, he’d give a brief but mighty upwards thrust, with a feral grunt resonating around his mouthful of kitty tit. His hands were splayed yet far from numb; he scraped her back and squeezed her tail’s base with enough power to add further thrill to their fucking that spoke volumes more of his need than his occupied mouth could have ever whimpered. And most of all, that cock of his, parting her commendably deep and careening into each and every particular sweet spot deep inside her passage. Every single time. \nAbruptly, Caine tugged off of her right breast with a sharp relieved gasp as if he’d been forgetting to breathe amongst his suckling and toying, and wasted no time in giving the same treatment to the left. The sudden immersion of the peak of her breast caused Zara to feel the first clear sensations of encroaching climax in the front of her mind. \nHer timing couldn’t have been better, either. She was starting to feel a telltale swelling in Caine’s cock rubbing against her labia with each downward motion. The larger his knot became, the faster and rougher he rutted upwards. Under his grip and within his aggressive mouth, Zara felt like she had no choice but to get knotted by this powerful puppy. Just how she wanted it. \n“Fuck... fuck... Do it... Do it... Knot me y’fuckin stud! Claim y’fuckin slutkitty!” \nHer slurred words came amongst their paired motions becoming harder, faster, deeper, rougher, the sounds that Caine shared right back and the expletives he muffled into her chest telling of his boiling pleasure clearly. The feel of her fur rubbing between his fingers, soft and thick yet lightly sheened in the sweat of their exertion, the warmth of her thick, buxom body moving with such experienced slapping bounces, the tantalisingly responsive notes of her escalating erotic song, and that pussy gripping and milking every speck of his cock... Caine was losing himself, voluntarily and gladly, to the sexual abandon that this frisky kitten was pulling him down into. A heavy, constant *slap, slap, slap* of her folds against the swell of his knot was tempting him cruelly, but he was nothing if not an attentive lover; knowledgeable as he was (thanks largely to his wife) of the indicators for a lady’s orgasm, he wanted to endure the onslaught, difficult as it was proving, for Zara’s sake, until she was absolutely on the cusp. To which end, he gripped tighter, chewed around her pierced nipple harsher, and rutted with a greater feral fury than ever before, until...\n“OHHH FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! I... I’M...” \nShe was ready, alright. \nWith a guttural, tongue rolling, lengthy growl, Caine nipped his lips off of Zara’s nipple, clamped down into the nape of her neck, clutched her ass in both palms, and shunted his knot inside her pussy, all in one smooth, soaked thrust. \n“NNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRRRR!!!” He bellowed with face scrunched and jaws chewing, his cock violently spewing his load deep within her amidst raging throbs, with rock hard flesh plugging his load within. \n“NYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!” She screamed with eyes wide and expression contorted, body seized up as she felt male essence pouring deep within her, flooding deep and flowing all about, worsening the orgasm that manifested as clenching, squirting and mind frying ecstasy. With her breasts suddenly freed but her neck chewed as if she were his prey, her upper body smeared into Caine’s chest, claws raking down his back as if desperately pushing him closer and deeper, were it possible. \nCaine obliged, with a redoubling of his jaws’ bite and his cock impressively still seeding her pussy. \n\nThe moments that followed consisted of stunned, immobilised silence and a gradual, uneasy return of control of their bodies, for the most part. Caine’s teeth pulled back, lips weakly smooching instead around Zara’s sensitive neck. Zara allowed her body to slump over Caine’s chest, fully convinced that he could take the weight. \nZara thought of saying something; showing her own ‘appreciation’ for the puppy’s commendable endurance or perhaps simply cracking some joke to dampen the erotic aggression that’d possessed them both so forcibly before. But any thoughts of real consequence escaped her in the foggy afterglow, so she contentedly settled for panting and loosening her grip against Caine’s now sweat-clammy back. With her own hair bedraggled in a cage of black and red, she knew she’d hardly look like the picture of post-coital beauty, but nevertheless Zara slid herself back to look Caine in the eyes. \nBefore she could make so much as a snide yet impressed comment, an intoxicated stare surprised her into silence. \n“Sit tight, kitten.” His hands tightened around her rear, enforcing his command. “We’re far from done.” \nZara shivered, surprised and a little bit uncertain of what was awaiting her next, but suddenly and irrefutably aroused. Her lips curled. \n“Yessir...” She whimpered, submissively. \nBelle really was lucky. \n\n--- \n\n“OHHHHGAWD! OHHHFUCCCCCKK! CUMMIN’ AGAIN BABEEEH~ NYAAAAAHHH!!!” \nZara’s hoarse voice howled for the umpteenth time from the wall where she’d been pinned, somewhere between her second orgasm and this newest and fourth (fifth? She’d lost track). Much like her capacity for volume control, her inhibitions had been cast aside along the way to where she now found herself, hoisted up by her rear under the reliable, hardy grip of the canine slamming his cock rhythmically and brutally into her pussy as her back smeared into the wall of her own bedroom. The immobility was almost as hot as the fact that such a sweet, unassuming, friendly pup had been the one on this occasion to make her lose her mind to lustful bliss. Her legs, still stocking clad (even if the material was laddered and stained by that time), were wrapped firmly around Caine’s hips, and that meagre skirt was now plenty crumpled by how it rubbed into the wall behind and bunched up around her waist. Zara had always believed that if a piece of sexy attire got somewhat bruised and battered after purchase, that just meant it was the right choice for a night of passion. Her arms draped lazily about Caine’s shoulders, demonstrating her own encroaching sexual exhaustion, not that that was about to stop her from savouring every last second, every fearsome thrust, every drop of canine spunk that her newfound ‘friend’ pumped inside her feline cunny. \n“Haaaahnn... Nnnnh... Damn... naughty puppy... you fucking... nnhh, bastard!” Zara shivered while coming back down from her latest toe tingling, pussy clenching, muscle exhausting high. “Makin’ such a mess... Cum in me more...” Her weakened words were rasped into Caine’s ear, while his own volume only increased. However weakened her body was, her mind was more than willing. It was aflame with need. \n“Nhhrrrr... This is what... sexy kitties... like you get...” Caine barked routinely in time with his thrusts, which were fast approaching a feverish rate. His hands were locked onto her rear, supporting her from beneath with pawfuls of cushy, furry flesh, as all the while Zara’s tail tickled about his thighs. Her breasts were pressed into his chest, pert nipples and smooth piercings rubbing with tantalising friction into Caine’s pecs, the metal barbells heated by the body heat they’d shared in such abundance amongst all the nonstop sex. Now that he was in the thick of sexual need, nothing could have stopped Caine. Not even his own knot, the likes of which he’d impressively managed to fuck into Zara’s pussy only to tug it back out again, almost every other thrust forcing the girthy bulb of flesh out of and back inside her cunny, bravely clenching even now after such electrifying orgasmic torture. That unique feeling, the strain of being split open, forced apart so abhorrently and so often by a man who just needed to cum inside her that much... That more than anything else was what kept Zara determined to milk all that she could from Caine. \n“Yeah... Gimme... what I fuckin’ need... What I... deserve...” Zara promptly replied, the words distracting Caine enough for the soft red tip of her tail to begin brushing and massaging his balls from underneath. \nHowever playfully her next words were giggled, the implication behind them in the heat of the moment was enticing enough to immediately push Caine over the edge. \n“Breed your slutty kitty.” \nHis reaction, immediate and unrelenting, was to bite deep into the neck of the kitten who’d been teasing, surprising and pleasing him throughout every moment since he’d met her that day, shunt his knot home into her pussy, squash her against the wall, and do exactly as she’d asked. \n“NHHHHHHHHH!” He practically roared through his gnawing fangs, eyes clenched, hands keeping her supported all while he kept himself hilted. His cock jumped and twitched, bursting his seed forth inside her even after he’d done so multiple times already. The load he pumped out was nevertheless copious, fiercely flowing about within Zara’s womb, replacing all that had been splattering over their thighs, hips, genitals and the soaked bedroom floor throughout their session. \n“Nnnnhhhgawdyessss...” Zara babbled, her body quivering helplessly, eyes reeling back upwards in a reaction that she’d come to expect Caine to coax from her. The pain and discomfort of his lovebite was nothing compared to the satisfaction of feeling him pump one final decisive load deep inside. In fact the pain just multiplied the pleasure, as a quiet and light, yet warm and tingling orgasm of her own made her toes curl and claws sink into Caine’s sturdy back. \n\nZara knew that she’d have to tell Caine at some point, once their lust wore back down, that today was in all seriousness a safe day. But damn if it wasn’t worth it to play off of the thrill, and make the puppy believe he’d really made her his breeding bitch. \nHe deserved that much, Zara knew, while she coiled her fingers about in Caine’s thick head of hair. \n\n---\n\n“Promise y’won’t be a stranger now, mmkay?” Zara said, turning her head to face Caine and apply a brief peck to his cheek. \n“Of course!” Caine chortled, carefully finishing up with the laces to the back of Zara’s corset. “With customer service like that, you sure have made regulars out of Belle and I!” He joked, hands on Zara’s shoulders. Zara purred and nuzzled her cheek into the back of his hand, and opened her mouth to give crack wise back, before a third voice from the doorway cut in. \n\n“Well daymn, this saves a bit a’ time.” \n\nBoth feline and canine, oblivious to the visitor’s presence prior to his verbal introduction, shot wide eyed looks over to the tan-furred lion already stepping into the bedroom, chest bare and hands unbuckling the belt to his jeans. \n“Taylor?!” Caine yelped.\n“Taylor!” Zara purred. \n“Howdy.” Taylor replied, thumbs hooking into his jeans. “Sorry I’m late home sweetpea, but I’m mighty glad I didn’t miss yer visitors.” The lion’s Southern American growl occupied the whole room. “Especially not such a frisky cow and cute li’l pup...” \nCaine’s expression was vacant. Taylor... Zara... Belle... All the links were there in his mind, but connecting them was hard enough without the sight of such an exotic and hung friend of his stripping before his eyes. And with the addition of Zara soon rising and untying her corset all over again following the entry of what must have been her boyfriend, Caine decided to simply accept that whatever the reason for Taylor being here, it wasn’t to get him into trouble. \nTaylor applied a sudden, firm spank to Zara’s rear with one hand, coaxing an *eep!* and a moan of renewed passion from the black kitten just before he clasped Caine’s cheek with the other, and leaned in close. \n“Thanks fer takin’ good care of mah girl, cutie...” Taylor whispered. “But now, it’s high time she and I, took care a’ you.” \nWell... it was at least, a very good kind of trouble that he was in~ \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Caine was perplexed.
He turned the item in his hands around, tested its’ weight and nervously looked closely over every detail. It was hefty, warm, bumpy and worryingly enough it was throbbing. It had a few indents across the surface, which were probably buttons. Or, at least he assumed they were; he dared not actually press them for fear of making this thing move more. It was big and bulbous and...
It was...
What even was it?

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This was simply the newest in a string of surprises and strange sights Caine had witnessed since his wife had dragged him out shopping that day. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t keen; getting the chance to see exactly where Belle had acquired his Christmas gift that year sounded exciting enough, if a bit daunting.
On that most festive of days, he’d unwrapped a big heavy intimidating chalice that looked like it had been swiped from the set of an Indiana Jones movie, while his wife looked on with a giddy giggle. Before he could so much as say “You shouldn’t have?”, his ‘gift’ had revealed his true nature, which led in turn to an impromptu (but certainly not unwelcome) bout of tentacle sex shared amongst his family, all while the fireplace crackled comfortably away.
Christmas was hard enough to clean up after, without the added mess of copious sexual juices splattered about their holly, jolly living room. Still, a tentacle monster is for life, not just for Christmas, and the last thing Caine wanted to do was seem ungrateful for the gift Belle had gone out of her way to get him that year.
What was more, amidst the orgy, all those horrifically gaudy festive sweaters got mangled beyond repair. So it wasn’t all bad.
But naturally, Caine couldn’t help but wonder where in the world (or possibly even outside of the world), Belle had bought such a thing. The answer came while the couple lay exhausted and sticky yet warm and satisfied, with a chuckle and a playful lick over his bovine beau’s lips to capture more of the surprisingly palatable monster cum plastered over her face just as it was over his.
“Patience, pup. I’ll show you there sometime~”

And so about a month later, Caine found himself in what was apparently the origin of the present that now sat at the top of their mantelpiece at home; a quaint and unassuming shop by the name of,
“MONSTROUS THRILLS”
according to the flickering neon sign he’d barely gotten a chance to read before Belle had whisked him down a set of stairs and into the entrance.
Caine didn’t blame her for being excited; indeed, in the face of his wife’s endlessly energetic libido and inspiring adventurous attitude to exploring new kinks, that excitement was contagious. All the same, he hadn’t gotten anything close to a decent browse around the entranceway and first few rooms of the shop, before Belle had pulled him straight through into the adults’ section. What little he saw, heard and smelled in his meagre glimpse through the ‘PG’ part of the shop certainly gave him a provisionally solid idea of what to expect further inside. But while such items – intricate gothic jewellery, unsettlingly realistic shrunken skulls, exotically aromatised joss sticks and heavily accessorised jackets to name a few – certainly weren’t too unlike the fare of merchandise he and Belle may’ve seen at one of their heavy metal concerts, nothing prepared Caine for what dwelled past that beaded curtain.
 It was one thing to find himself in a store that looked and smelled like it had been brought to life from a fantasy realm, some exotic land of dragons and dungeons. It was quite another thing to peruse shelves filled with sex toys from that realm. Like a veritable library of eroticism, the adults’ section was arranged like a long corridor, with aisles of shelves stretching off to the couple’s left and right. The walls were sparsely decorated with framed artworks, the content of which varied widely from the abstract to the outright lewd. The smells of the storefront wafted in from behind him, easing the uncertainty he felt at being immersed so suddenly in such a colourful and curious world.
“Woah...” He’d mouthed, though his wife was already too far down one of the aisles and too distracted by a rack of corsets and gothic dresses to notice his wide eyed wonder. Caine smiled lightly her way and began wandering down the pathway opposite, looking at nothing in particular, but intrigued by all of it. By chance, he’d soon found himself most of the way towards another neon sign above a black steel door with a (hopefully intentional) dented design, constructed to resemble, in fine calligraphic font,
“Testing Rooms”
With a raised brow and a curious few steps closer to the door, he wondered on the reason for such a title.
“Ooooohh! Nyaaaaaaah~!”
Caine realised how dense he’d been, and promptly shuffled backwards, allowing whoever was in there to ‘test out’ their sought after product in privacy.
After taking a moment to recompose himself, two things occurred to Caine, while he nervously approached a long shelf stocked with dildos best collectively described as ‘adventurous’.
First being, that the management behind this store certainly were no amateurs when it came to sexuality; Victoria’s Secret had nothing on a place with such a broad selection and so liberal of a ‘try before you buy’ policy. No doubt his wife had taken full advantage of one of those ‘testing rooms’ herself, when trialling his own gift. The very thought excited him.  
The second fact was arguably even more surprising; he’d not seen so much as a single clerk this whole time. Where even was this impressively open-minded proprietor, anyway?
Caine quickly enough shrugged that mystery aside, by the time he’d wandered back around to where Belle was. He thought of asking Belle if she knew much about whoever owned Monstrous Thrills, but he hated to interrupt his beau while she looked so happily distracted by all manner of enticing undergarments. Caine smiled subtly and tucked a hand into his jean pocket while watching her browse, mulling over just how good almost everything on the racks would look incredible on his voluptuous wife.

Besides, soon enough the greatest mystery of the day would make itself prominent.
What even was this thing he’d picked up?

---

“Hey hon?” Caine asked, turning around towards his wife.
“Yeah pup?” Belle replied without looking, while thumbing through a rack of lacy bras.
“What do you suppose this is?” He continued, hefting the object up.
“Oh, that’s...” She began after looking his way, biting her lip and twisting her head as if trying to find the words to describe something that was almost beyond words. “It’s like... Well if you were to... It’s...”

“It’s a lot of trouble if you’re not used to having things in your butt.” A chirpy voice suddenly interrupted from the far end of the aisle.

Caine audibly and physically jumped, scrambling so as to not drop the strange, unsettling sex toy. Or worse still, accidentally turn it on. While doing so, his focus distracted, he heard his wife gleefully reply to the person who was now walking their way.
“Zara! There you are, girl!” She exclaimed, bouncing over and trapping the woman in a powerful hug. “How do you keep getting the jump on me like that?”
“Come on, love, give me a bit o’ credit. This place o’ mine’s got almost as many nooks and crannies and secret hideaways than that beastie you bought has tentacles.”
Belle chuckled bashfully, yet proudly, releasing the woman from her grip. With Belle’s broad body no longer obscuring his view, Caine could finally see this ‘Zara’ character. And he liked what he saw.
Zara was a curvaceous kitten with fur a pure jet black, a natural curvature to her bust and torso, a fit frame and eyes that glowed a deep crimson. The same crimson that a thick bang of hair draping off to the side of her fringe was dyed in. On greater observation, even the tip of her tail was coloured the same, like a furry brush dipped in a paint can.
Zara’s outfit complemented her body’s colours perfectly. Long creamy white stockings hugged her legs from within simple yet stylish laced boots up to her toned thighs. There couldn’t have been less than two inches of bare black furred leg between the upper hem of those stockings and a red and black plaid skirt that wafted about her pelvis, secured (or perhaps simply accessorised) with a thin belt of the same hue of white. From navel to bust, a snug underbust corset of dark greys mingling in a coiling, scrolling pattern accentuated the smooth curvature of her torso and pushed down on her large breasts. It seemed to fit with a firm but comfortable restraint, and one which nonetheless teased no small portion of her swells on show. Above it, her arms, neck and lively face were clear as day, with a few piercings dotted across her ears completing the alternative-casual ensemble.

“And this I presume is that lucky hubby of yours?” Zara’s voice chirped, knocking Caine out of his ogling stupor. Before he could so much as shake himself back into sensibility, and barely a second after Belle said “Yup!”, Caine was smothered into that surprisingly soft corset, and felt the purr from Zara’s chest.
“Caine, right? Zara; pleasure to meet ya, hon!”
“Y-Yeah, likewise!” He stuttered, unsure of where to put his hands. He’d have happily put them anywhere, but the last thing he wanted was to scare away their gracious, lovely host.
Once freed from the embrace, Caine could see Belle behind Zara, barely holding an enamoured laugh in. She always did love to see him squirm under the duress of another lovely lady. Not that he ever minded getting into such intimate encounters, especially with his wife there to fan the flames of his wilder side.
“Belle’s been talking real highly o’ you. I bet you’re real good to her.” Zara grinned, beginning to walk them down the aisle. Caine wasn’t sure that they were going anywhere in particular, but already Zara’s confidence was infecting him with curiosity for whatever still lay unexamined in the depths of her store.
“Well, I try to give her what she needs.” Caine said. Then he heard himself and immediately began applying the mental brakes. “I mean, not like that! Or, well yeah, like that, but...”
“She was right.” Zara chuckled dismissively. “You are cute.”
Caine recaptured his nerve with an uneasy laugh of his own, walking with Belle to his left and Zara to his right. The layered implications of her words weren’t lost on him; from then on his tongue felt looser, even in the company of his rather ‘open minded’ wife.
The clerk led them at a leisurely pace around a corner. While they talked and walked, the couple loosely cast their gaze around all that the place had to offer, occasionally pausing to inspect everything from artisan attire to odd accessories.
“So, um...” Caine began, while he and Zara waited for Belle to finish her amused perusing of a display of erotic candies. “That thing that Belle got from you...”
“Oh, you mean ol’ Slimy. What’d you think? Ain’t your usual sex toy, right?”
“Heh, you got that right...” Caine bashfully brushed off. “But yeah, wanted to thank you for that. The girls all had a blast, even if it did mess the room up a bit!” He bravely joked, assuming such an outgoing girl like Zara wouldn’t mind hearing a little more detail.
“Haha, mess nothin’!” She promptly scoffed, proving Caine’s suspicions right and raising an eyebrow Belle’s way. “Couldn’t have been as bad as when Belle first tried him out! Y’oughta ask her just how ‘messy’ things can get if you’re not careful with that thing!”
“Aww c’mon Zara, you had fun!”
“Well o’course, but who d’you think has to clean up the testing room after all that? Can’t have a customer with some actual inhibitions slipping up on a puddle of stagnant monster jizz!”
“You didn’t seem to mind when you were jerking it off over the both of us.” Belle had crept close by then, her and Zara mischeviously locking eyes.
“Psh. Slut.”
“Nympho.”
For a moment, silence reigned. Caine thought the blush on his face would sear into his skin. Seemed he was the spring chicken of the group.
The pair’s laughter instantly defused things.
“Ahh, sorry Caine, don’t mind us. Just foolin’.”  Zara grinned, suavely slipping between the couple and resting her arms around their shoulders. “A bit o’ mess is nothing if it means I did my job right.”
Caine sunk his head into his neck a tad, struggling to keep his gaze from straying to Zara’s prominent cleavage under her corset just to his left.
“I’ll say...” He muttered, biting his lip. “It was a pretty fun Christmas.” He summarised. Years of living with Belle’s exuberance had given him enough experience around assertive women for him to recover his poise promptly enough.  
“If by that you mean you were losing your mind in a green goopy gangfu-” Belle interjected.
“Ngah! Sweetie, please!” Caine interrupted his wife desperately. Years of living with Caine’s politeness had made her an expert at cracking through his poise.
“Aww, don’t worry about it hon.” Zara smiled serenely, even against the brunt of such explicit conversational matter. “Like Belle said, you ain’t the first to go all out with that messy li’l monster. Kinda miss the big guy already.” She conceded, casting her gaze aside for a moment as if diving into nostalgia. “Still, I’m really glad that worked out. Best thing about this job is knowing I’m making folks’ sex lives more weird and wonderful. Life’s too short to be bottlin’ stuff up, you know?”
As they continued to peruse Zara’s wares, the pup slowed his pace. Mostly because Zara’s words had inspired him to look more earnestly and shamelessly through the things on display himself, though the view of Zara’s hips and rear noticeably swaying under that flimsy skirt certainly was alluring.
“Pretty hot, don’t you think?” Belle teased under her breath by Caine’s ear.
“Mmhmm.” Caine replied, quickly and cautiously. Caine was no stranger to promiscuous women, but Zara seemed to own, embrace and take pride in her adventurous sense of sexuality with a rare sense of transparency. Surely, Caine figured, one would have to have a firm personal philosophy on sexual politics to run a shop like this. Her exquisite fashion sense certainly added to her allure as well. Caine almost felt hypnotised by that skirt, wafting lightly around her thighs as if all it would take was a slight increase in her pace for him to see so much more fur.
Though however pleasant it was to be shown around by such an extroverted, attractive kitten, the last thing Caine wanted was to get kicked out for making some undue comment or unprovoked grope. However enticing her corset-confined breasts seemed when she turned back around.
“So, was there anything else y’were particularly interested in?” She chirped, one hand on her hip as the other leant against a tall stack of bookshelves, containing publications with titles both suggestive (“Erotic Tales from the Carribean”) and explicit (THE KNOT AND YOU – Risks and Rewards).
Caine was more aware of his tenting jeans than ever.
“Ahh, that’s okay, I’m sure Belle can show me around the place pretty well by now.” Caine chuckled, speaking hurriedly. For some reason as he spoke, Zara was looking at him, or perhaps just behind him, with a curious stare. He continued nonetheless, hoping to usher her away before his arousal became too painfully obvious.
“Thanks again for all your help, Zara, we’ll ring these things up soon and-”
His words were stopped sharp by the feel of a pair of strong bovine hands clasped at the hem of his pants from behind. He looked down, frozen in surprise and too slow to have prevented what was coming.
“Why don’t you show her your appreciation this way~?”
As she spoke, Belle’s hands swiftly and expertly descended, tugging his baggy jeans down, thumbs hooked into his boxers to descend with them, until Caine stood bare, his hardened cock flicking upwards once freed, pointing directly at Zara.

---

For a moment, Caine simply stood in disbelief at the sudden humiliating exposure he’d been forced into, gasping with a sharp intake of air. Then he shot into action, desperately obscuring his aroused member and reaching for the pants wrinkled around his ankles.
“BELLE, THE FUCK?!” He stuttered, face alight with shame. He couldn’t bear to look Zara in the eye, and even now Belle was inexplicably keeping his pants down all the way. He wished he could shrink himself down and just seep into the cracks in the floor. Though, in the moments he spent looking at the floor while trying to force his pants back up, fighting his giggling wife’s hold on his clothes, it seemed the floor was covered in stylish shag carpeting.
Dammit, why’d this place have to be so sexy? Why did Zara have to be so sexy?!
Amidst his desperation, he bit the bullet and looked back up at the proprietor herself, resigned to giving a sincere apology at the very least.
Or, that was his intention, before a knowing smirk, half lidded eyes and a gentle hand clasped to his cheek abruptly halted his panicked mind.

“Woah there, stud.” Zara purred. “I’m not done lookin’. Not by a long shot.”

Only now did Belle’s constant, giddy giggles from behind him make sense.
With his body still awkwardly bent over forwards, Caine glanced over his shoulder, where he saw his wife barely keeping her laughter in with a bitten lip and a furiously whipping tail.
That scheming minx.
He looked back at Zara, her expression unchanging. In a fashion comparable to Belle’s, the feline’s own tail was slowly but steadily whipping about. In the silence, he could hear Zara’s purr thrumming from her throat.
Dear God, there were two of them.
He always figured that one of these days his wife was going to get him into serious trouble. But never did he expect this kind of trouble, caught as he was between a pair of such eager ladies.
It was a good thing for them that he could give as good as he got, once warmed up. And as he finally stood to attention, the fog cleared and the girls’ plans laid as bare as his cock, he certainly felt warm, to say the least.
Zara’s eyes were locked on his manhood, now.
“Not bad at all.” She surmised. “Belle, why didn’t you bring this puppy around sooner? I’ve been aching to see what all the fuss was about~” She loosely chastised the bovine behind Caine.
“Because, silly, I’ve been saving up for another of those weird wriggly wonders of yours.”
“How do you figure we have more than one of those? You know how hard they are to wrangle?”
“So, you don’t have more?”
Zara sighed, even while draping a finger along Caine’s persistent erection.
“...Testing Room 2.”
“Thanks have fun puppy love you mwah mwah byeeeee!” Belle hurried while skipping away.
“Seriously Caine; you must have some talent if you can keep up with her.”
“Well, thanks.” Caine shrugged, still a little bashful, but confident that at least he was in good hands. “I may not be the biggest you’ve had I reckon, but I’d be happy to show you how well I can put what I’ve got to good use.”
“Ohoh, someone’s found their confidence, alright.” Zara’s eyes widened and she stepped a little closer, letting out a light, surprised chuckle. “Bring it on, baby.”
Zara took Caine slowly but firmly by the wrist, and began leading him towards the farthest corner of the store, where a door marked “STAFF ONLY” gave him a clear enough clue of their destination.
Seeing no need any more to hide his desires, Caine’s eyes followed Zara’s rear as she walked, keeping his cock rock hard even while striding through the rest of the shop.
“By the way, how come I haven’t seen any customers? Not that I’m complaining...” He asked.
“Oh, I flipped the front door sign to ‘Closed’ like an hour ago.”
“Really? How’d I not see that?”
“Probably because I told Belle to hurry you inside once you got here so that you wouldn’t notice.” Zara growled, smugly. “Before you arrived, well... Lets’ just say there’s a reason I didn’t send Belle to Testing Room 1.”  
Caine was, funnily enough, unsurprised.
“You’re one naughty kitten, Zara.” He growled right back. Zara practically shoved him past one final door and into her master bedroom, slamming the door behind them, eyes on fire.
“Shut up and fuck me Caine, you sexy puppy~”

 ---


As he sat at the edge of the neat, silk-sheeted bed, gladly ogling Zara as she approached, little did Caine know that there were more surprises to come that evening. What was more, the next surprise was moments away.
Zara’s eyes practically glowed in the dim, mood enhancing light of the bedroom, not that Caine was paying any attention to the scenery. Instead, his eyes were, understandably, locked on Zara’s chest, as the feline slowly but surely tugged at the knot in the centre of her back which held her corset together. Once it came loose, it took little further effort before the laces down the centre practically fell apart, causing the fine tailored garment to flimsily fall from her torso. With her breasts bare, Zara feigned a gasp of surprise for a moment, while Caine gave a very much genuine whistle of appreciation.
“Nice piercings.” He gestured, momentarily forcing his gaze from Zara’s chest to her eyes. The generous, perky swells of her breasts, as brilliantly black as almost all of her body, were accessorised with a pair of silver barbell piercings, small and made neatly prominent through both nipples.
Zara gave a hum of approval under her breath, supporting her chest under her left forearm as she crept closer.
“How about a closer look?” She purred while bending forwards at the hip. Sure enough, Caine’s slathering gaze followed, until the twins were tantalisingly close to his muzzle. He rested his weight on just one hand pressed into the sheets behind him, while the other hungrily made a beeline for the flesh he longed to knead his fingers into...
Only for him to suddenly feel Zara’s palm on his forehead, pushing with a persuasive passion until he tumbled backwards. The bed quietly creaked under his sudden collapsing weight, but he resigned himself to laying on his back, bare and happily vulnerable to the duress of the kitten that prowled up his body on all fours.
His cock furiously twitched as he watched Zara, hips wiggling and tail whipping, clambering up his torso, hands splayed over his fuzzy, well toned abdomen. Her thighs were soon straddled above his waist, where his hands gladly snuck underneath that cruelly short skirt and dug into her jet black coat. Caine’s fingers ran through thick, smooth fur, prompting a shivered growl and a buck of the hips, born of desperation to drive his member home into her womanhood poised directly above. He smeared his hands up her inner thighs in a hurried yet passionate motion, enticed by the sheer prospect of peeling whatever panties she wore, down her legs. Or hell, if this rough, freaky babe was up to it, he thought for a fleeting moment, he’d have no qualms against ripping her underwear straight off, if it let him fuck her sooner.  
“Nuh uh, puppy...”
Before he could act on his urges, Zara continued her prowling motions up his body, further and further north. Just as he gave a confused yet intrigued whimper, Zara rested her knees on either side of his head. Caine’s eyes went wide, his breathing ceased and body frozen. What he saw above him, underneath that skirt, with her pure white cotton stockings digging into the bed and tracing up to her thighs as if pointing the way, was the real surprise.
Or more accurately, the surprise was what he didn’t see: underwear, of any sort.
“First, lets’ see how hungry y’are~”

Caine didn’t need to be told twice. With a bestial growl all his own, his arms reached up from behind Zara and took firm hold of her hips with thumbs digging into her pelvis to keep his ‘meal’ steady. His muzzle dove up into Zara’s bare, unprotected pussy, already moist and ripe for the licking.
“Grrrrrrhhhh...” The collie vibrated, tongue lashing in a slow, forceful lick between her folds, while helping himself to the kitty’s pussy.
“Nhhhaaaahh!” Zara inhaled sharply, tossing her head back. However good she expected it to feel, however ‘hungry’ she thought Caine to be, his aggressive appetite nevertheless caused her to shudder, buck and grind with greater need than even she thought she possessed at the time.
“Ohhhhhfuck! Yes! Good puppy... You wanna feast on this kitty, don’tcha?” Her words were hastily panted out while her fingers and claws swam through his thick, messy head of hair, obscured as his salivating face was underneath her own skirt when she glanced back down with one weakly opened eye. “Nhhh, goddamn! Belle... nnhh, wasn’t kidding... lucky bitch... don’t fucking stop pup!” Zara sang, both eyes soon clenched shut, her own ‘hunger’ evident in her verbose arousal.
Even the sight of Caine digging his muzzle into her slit from underneath her skirt, causing a puppy-sized bump to protrude from under the fabric, had added to the excitement tingling through Zara’s burning body. It reminded her of a scene from a porno she’d stocked at the shop for a while, wherein a “schoolgirl” had her “Jock” boyfriend eat her out under her desk and under her skirt, in the middle of a very boring lesson. But fantasy was one thing. The fingers digging into her hips and soon enough, south to her actual soft cushy buttocks, were nothing less than reality.
She felt captive under the pleasure, pinned under Caine’s surprisingly strong grip and tortured by that talented tongue. Even if she’d shown him the way, he was the one that prevented her from going anywhere, and forced her to endure every slick rasp, every coiling flick and every probing thrust of his rough yet soaked tongue. As though every motion was meant to show how much he’d wanted her since the moment he laid eyes on her. That feeling of want was the most arousing feeling of all.
“Ohhhfuck! Nyyyaaaah!”
Caine wanted her alright. So badly it almost hurt. Specifically, it almost hurt his raging erection, still twitching violently in the air. But as much as he ached to sate his own need, the sounds, motions and the sheer taste of the kitten whose insides clenched up desperately around his energetic tongue acted as more than enough constant motivation for him to see her pleasure through to its’ inevitable end.
“Mnnnngh... Rrrrrhh...” He growled, with a purposeful vibration spreading across his muzzle that smeared aggressively into Zara’s pussy, finding firm purchase thanks to her bountiful rear that he immersed in a powerful grip. The further he pushed her forwards, the deeper he could dive inside her pussy.
“Ohhhfuck! Don’t stop! D-Don’t... Stuh... Haaahh...” Zara slurred, each new moan becoming less coherent, but louder and more excited than the last. Caine’s tongue was inserted as far as he could push himself by now, those ever present feminine juices feeding the collie and wetting his fur messily with a strong yet unmistakably aroused flavour. While Caine’s tongue played deep inside Zara’s folds, his eyes shut and hands expressing sincere forceful passion with each clenching digit against her ass, the kitten begun vigorously humping her own hips forwards, gyrating and wriggling about in slight motions to coax as much stimulation as she could, to the deepest depths of her womanhood that the pup’s tongue could explore.
“Haaaah... Fuckfuckfuck.... I’m... I’m guhh...” Zara mewled. “Guh... Guhnnafuckincummmm!” She hurried out in one breath, one hand on her left breast and the other raked into the back of Caine’s skull, both clasping with fierce needy claws for dear life, as her pleasure crept over the edge.
Then Caine’s tongue whipped out of her pussy and flicked across her sensitive clit, pinched between his fangs. Immediately, she tumbled into ecstasy.
“NYYYYYAAAAAAAAAHH! OHH FUCK!”
Zara screamed, her pussy clenching up like a vice as her hips practically fucked themselves against Caine’s muzzle. As the pleasure crashed over the cliffs in her mind and eroded all other thoughts away, Caine felt the buxom black cat squirting over his cheeks and jaw. To which he gladly lapped, wriggled, scraped his own fingers along her succulent rear to make her orgasm linger, and panted in his own ever present need against her slit.
While her orgasm crested and burned through her mind, Zara’s head tossed about, her loud proud expressions of erotic joy sang to the heavens with her tongue lolling out of salivating lips and eyes twitching with pupils rolled upwards.
Yet no sooner did her orgasm die out, than did Zara’s head flop lazily downwards, along with the rest of her body, collapsed atop Caine’s muzzle. For a few moments, she limply rested, hair obscuring her face similarly to how her skirt still obscured Caine’s underneath.

Then, just as Caine’s grip loosened, Zara slid her body backwards, with a weary but warm whimper, until her thighs were parted above his lap. While she moved, revealing Caine’s face once more from underneath her flimsy skirt, she kept her hand planted in his thick head of hair, even as their eyes locked together for the first time since she strapped herself in for the rough tongue ride. His muzzle was matted in her juices, bringing forth a giggle from her panting lips.
“Not a bad warmup.” Her spare hand caressed south, from his cheek and down past his tufty chest, straight to his groin. She could practically feel the heat emanating from his turgid member.
“You sure got your second wind fast.” Caine chuckled, panting lightly himself, his broad rough tongue sampling more of her juices from around his cheeks while his hands shamelessly ventured north, from her thighs and past her toned navel to her generous bust.
“Mmm, silly puppy...” Zara purred, her fingers clasping his cock to keep it steady. “Surely you know...” She prodded his steely shaft against her sex, slowly parting herself on the treat she’d proudly captured. “We’re jus’ gettin’ started.”
Suddenly and firmly, Zara forced herself down around Caine’s cock. Her rear smacked his inner thighs, with almost every inch splitting her lubricated, snug, welcoming depths.
“Ooooohh! Damn, big boy...” Zara husked, fists clenching his shoulders.
“Nhrrrrgh! Damn tight...” Caine whispered, bucking his hips upwards to savour the feeling as he laid back. Then he cracked his eyes open, and the sight of Zara beginning to bounce, grind and ride away motivated him to do much more than take it laying down.
In a smooth, sudden motion that further proved the strength Caine has already demonstrated with his muzzle, he lifted himself upwards with a grunt of resistance, seating himself upright on the edge of the bed. Zara loosened her grip on his shoulders as soon as she could sense him making the motion, but nothing had prepared her for his sudden advances, especially with the forceful increase in pace and energy he gave to his bouncing hips, and the hunger his hands showed when deftly moved to caress her breasts.
“Ohhh my~!” She mewled, arching her back instinctively, while the energetic, promiscuous and eccentric kitten slapped herself down his cock, time and time again. A dull but constant heat tingled from her breasts as Caine kneaded them, his fingers expertly clenching and moving about, not sparing her perky, pierced nipples either. Zara could tell that they were what Caine had been really ogling all this time, as she weakly gazed down at his salivating, grunting muzzle with one barely opened eye. And why not, she thought, with a buxom bovine like Belle for a wife. This was a stud who knew a good rack when he saw one, and knew how to make the most of her pillowy flesh. It was therefore relatively unsurprising when Zara looked down through a few errant strands of bright red fringe hair, and caught Caine starting to trail his tongue close to her chest.
“Nnnhh, c’mon baby...” She whispered, arms stretching out with her grip on his broad masculine shoulders strengthening, her spine curving and neck craning. Zara purred deeply as she egged Caine forwards, her arched back exposing her vulnerable pierced nubs. “Feast on your kitty...”
She barely got the words out before he rasped his entire muzzle around her right breast.
“Nyah!” She suddenly yelped, the washing heat from her stimulated breasts becoming a sharp jolt of ecstasy that only amplified the thrill of his cock twitching deep inside her pussy. Caine hooked one arm around to the dip in the centre of Zara’s back, supporting her as his tongue lashed across her prominent nipple, the barbell piercing seemingly enhancing his fascination. His tongue flicked over the firm metal, twirled around the areola and licked the nipple itself up and down, amongst myriad slathering sensations coupled with his suckling lips and chewing jaws which captured and pulled her breast outwards in a firm suckle. The sounds of suction might have seemed comedically sharp in pitch to any lucky voyeur, but to Caine, his warm mouthful was assaulting his tastebuds and his libido with such sensual overload that he was almost single-mindedly obsessed with, as Zara had fittingly put it, ‘feasting on her’. To which end, his spare hand clutched around the base of her tail, in both an act of fierce restraint and of desperate guidance, forcing her ever-moving hips to carry right on with the bouncing, smacking motions that’d been doing.
Zara didn’t need said guidance, but she sure as hell welcomed it.
“Haaahh... fuck... fuck... Hungry puppy... don’t stop... oh gawd...” Zara’s passionate purrs and controlled cadences had given way to desperate pleas and possessed moans now, her sex aflame around the thick lively cock that twitched aggressively near every single time she pushed herself down. Caine may have been right in what he’d said – he wasn’t the biggest Zara had had – but he’d already clearly shown that he more than compensated with something that few men, big or small, had to their credit. Stamina, and technique. Every time she descended, he’d give a brief but mighty upwards thrust, with a feral grunt resonating around his mouthful of kitty tit. His hands were splayed yet far from numb; he scraped her back and squeezed her tail’s base with enough power to add further thrill to their fucking that spoke volumes more of his need than his occupied mouth could have ever whimpered. And most of all, that cock of his, parting her commendably deep and careening into each and every particular sweet spot deep inside her passage. Every single time.
Abruptly, Caine tugged off of her right breast with a sharp relieved gasp as if he’d been forgetting to breathe amongst his suckling and toying, and wasted no time in giving the same treatment to the left. The sudden immersion of the peak of her breast caused Zara to feel the first clear sensations of encroaching climax in the front of her mind.
Her timing couldn’t have been better, either. She was starting to feel a telltale swelling in Caine’s cock rubbing against her labia with each downward motion. The larger his knot became, the faster and rougher he rutted upwards. Under his grip and within his aggressive mouth, Zara felt like she had no choice but to get knotted by this powerful puppy. Just how she wanted it.
“Fuck... fuck... Do it... Do it... Knot me y’fuckin stud! Claim y’fuckin slutkitty!”
Her slurred words came amongst their paired motions becoming harder, faster, deeper, rougher, the sounds that Caine shared right back and the expletives he muffled into her chest telling of his boiling pleasure clearly. The feel of her fur rubbing between his fingers, soft and thick yet lightly sheened in the sweat of their exertion, the warmth of her thick, buxom body moving with such experienced slapping bounces, the tantalisingly responsive notes of her escalating erotic song, and that pussy gripping and milking every speck of his cock... Caine was losing himself, voluntarily and gladly, to the sexual abandon that this frisky kitten was pulling him down into. A heavy, constant *slap, slap, slap* of her folds against the swell of his knot was tempting him cruelly, but he was nothing if not an attentive lover; knowledgeable as he was (thanks largely to his wife) of the indicators for a lady’s orgasm, he wanted to endure the onslaught, difficult as it was proving, for Zara’s sake, until she was absolutely on the cusp. To which end, he gripped tighter, chewed around her pierced nipple harsher, and rutted with a greater feral fury than ever before, until...
“OHHH FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! I... I’M...”
She was ready, alright.
With a guttural, tongue rolling, lengthy growl, Caine nipped his lips off of Zara’s nipple, clamped down into the nape of her neck, clutched her ass in both palms, and shunted his knot inside her pussy, all in one smooth, soaked thrust.
“NNNNNNNNNGRRRRRRRRR!!!” He bellowed with face scrunched and jaws chewing, his cock violently spewing his load deep within her amidst raging throbs, with rock hard flesh plugging his load within.
“NYYYAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!” She screamed with eyes wide and expression contorted, body seized up as she felt male essence pouring deep within her, flooding deep and flowing all about, worsening the orgasm that manifested as clenching, squirting and mind frying ecstasy. With her breasts suddenly freed but her neck chewed as if she were his prey, her upper body smeared into Caine’s chest, claws raking down his back as if desperately pushing him closer and deeper, were it possible.
Caine obliged, with a redoubling of his jaws’ bite and his cock impressively still seeding her pussy.

The moments that followed consisted of stunned, immobilised silence and a gradual, uneasy return of control of their bodies, for the most part. Caine’s teeth pulled back, lips weakly smooching instead around Zara’s sensitive neck. Zara allowed her body to slump over Caine’s chest, fully convinced that he could take the weight.
Zara thought of saying something; showing her own ‘appreciation’ for the puppy’s commendable endurance or perhaps simply cracking some joke to dampen the erotic aggression that’d possessed them both so forcibly before. But any thoughts of real consequence escaped her in the foggy afterglow, so she contentedly settled for panting and loosening her grip against Caine’s now sweat-clammy back. With her own hair bedraggled in a cage of black and red, she knew she’d hardly look like the picture of post-coital beauty, but nevertheless Zara slid herself back to look Caine in the eyes.
Before she could make so much as a snide yet impressed comment, an intoxicated stare surprised her into silence.
“Sit tight, kitten.” His hands tightened around her rear, enforcing his command. “We’re far from done.”
Zara shivered, surprised and a little bit uncertain of what was awaiting her next, but suddenly and irrefutably aroused. Her lips curled.
“Yessir...” She whimpered, submissively.
Belle really was lucky.

---

“OHHHHGAWD! OHHHFUCCCCCKK! CUMMIN’ AGAIN BABEEEH~ NYAAAAAHHH!!!”
Zara’s hoarse voice howled for the umpteenth time from the wall where she’d been pinned, somewhere between her second orgasm and this newest and fourth (fifth? She’d lost track). Much like her capacity for volume control, her inhibitions had been cast aside along the way to where she now found herself, hoisted up by her rear under the reliable, hardy grip of the canine slamming his cock rhythmically and brutally into her pussy as her back smeared into the wall of her own bedroom. The immobility was almost as hot as the fact that such a sweet, unassuming, friendly pup had been the one on this occasion to make her lose her mind to lustful bliss. Her legs, still stocking clad (even if the material was laddered and stained by that time), were wrapped firmly around Caine’s hips, and that meagre skirt was now plenty crumpled by how it rubbed into the wall behind and bunched up around her waist. Zara had always believed that if a piece of sexy attire got somewhat bruised and battered after purchase, that just meant it was the right choice for a night of passion. Her arms draped lazily about Caine’s shoulders, demonstrating her own encroaching sexual exhaustion, not that that was about to stop her from savouring every last second, every fearsome thrust, every drop of canine spunk that her newfound ‘friend’ pumped inside her feline cunny.
“Haaaahnn... Nnnnh... Damn... naughty puppy... you fucking... nnhh, bastard!” Zara shivered while coming back down from her latest toe tingling, pussy clenching, muscle exhausting high. “Makin’ such a mess... Cum in me more...” Her weakened words were rasped into Caine’s ear, while his own volume only increased. However weakened her body was, her mind was more than willing. It was aflame with need.
“Nhhrrrr... This is what... sexy kitties... like you get...” Caine barked routinely in time with his thrusts, which were fast approaching a feverish rate. His hands were locked onto her rear, supporting her from beneath with pawfuls of cushy, furry flesh, as all the while Zara’s tail tickled about his thighs. Her breasts were pressed into his chest, pert nipples and smooth piercings rubbing with tantalising friction into Caine’s pecs, the metal barbells heated by the body heat they’d shared in such abundance amongst all the nonstop sex. Now that he was in the thick of sexual need, nothing could have stopped Caine. Not even his own knot, the likes of which he’d impressively managed to fuck into Zara’s pussy only to tug it back out again, almost every other thrust forcing the girthy bulb of flesh out of and back inside her cunny, bravely clenching even now after such electrifying orgasmic torture. That unique feeling, the strain of being split open, forced apart so abhorrently and so often by a man who just needed to cum inside her that much... That more than anything else was what kept Zara determined to milk all that she could from Caine.
“Yeah... Gimme... what I fuckin’ need... What I... deserve...” Zara promptly replied, the words distracting Caine enough for the soft red tip of her tail to begin brushing and massaging his balls from underneath.
However playfully her next words were giggled, the implication behind them in the heat of the moment was enticing enough to immediately push Caine over the edge.
“Breed your slutty kitty.”
His reaction, immediate and unrelenting, was to bite deep into the neck of the kitten who’d been teasing, surprising and pleasing him throughout every moment since he’d met her that day, shunt his knot home into her pussy, squash her against the wall, and do exactly as she’d asked.
“NHHHHHHHHH!” He practically roared through his gnawing fangs, eyes clenched, hands keeping her supported all while he kept himself hilted. His cock jumped and twitched, bursting his seed forth inside her even after he’d done so multiple times already. The load he pumped out was nevertheless copious, fiercely flowing about within Zara’s womb, replacing all that had been splattering over their thighs, hips, genitals and the soaked bedroom floor throughout their session.
“Nnnnhhhgawdyessss...” Zara babbled, her body quivering helplessly, eyes reeling back upwards in a reaction that she’d come to expect Caine to coax from her. The pain and discomfort of his lovebite was nothing compared to the satisfaction of feeling him pump one final decisive load deep inside. In fact the pain just multiplied the pleasure, as a quiet and light, yet warm and tingling orgasm of her own made her toes curl and claws sink into Caine’s sturdy back.

Zara knew that she’d have to tell Caine at some point, once their lust wore back down, that today was in all seriousness a safe day. But damn if it wasn’t worth it to play off of the thrill, and make the puppy believe he’d really made her his breeding bitch.
He deserved that much, Zara knew, while she coiled her fingers about in Caine’s thick head of hair.

---

“Promise y’won’t be a stranger now, mmkay?” Zara said, turning her head to face Caine and apply a brief peck to his cheek.
“Of course!” Caine chortled, carefully finishing up with the laces to the back of Zara’s corset. “With customer service like that, you sure have made regulars out of Belle and I!” He joked, hands on Zara’s shoulders. Zara purred and nuzzled her cheek into the back of his hand, and opened her mouth to give crack wise back, before a third voice from the doorway cut in.

“Well daymn, this saves a bit a’ time.”

Both feline and canine, oblivious to the visitor’s presence prior to his verbal introduction, shot wide eyed looks over to the tan-furred lion already stepping into the bedroom, chest bare and hands unbuckling the belt to his jeans.
“Taylor?!” Caine yelped.
“Taylor!” Zara purred.
“Howdy.” Taylor replied, thumbs hooking into his jeans. “Sorry I’m late home sweetpea, but I’m mighty glad I didn’t miss yer visitors.” The lion’s Southern American growl occupied the whole room. “Especially not such a frisky cow and cute li’l pup...”
Caine’s expression was vacant. Taylor... Zara... Belle... All the links were there in his mind, but connecting them was hard enough without the sight of such an exotic and hung friend of his stripping before his eyes. And with the addition of Zara soon rising and untying her corset all over again following the entry of what must have been her boyfriend, Caine decided to simply accept that whatever the reason for Taylor being here, it wasn’t to get him into trouble.
Taylor applied a sudden, firm spank to Zara’s rear with one hand, coaxing an *eep!* and a moan of renewed passion from the black kitten just before he clasped Caine’s cheek with the other, and leaned in close.
“Thanks fer takin’ good care of mah girl, cutie...” Taylor whispered. “But now, it’s high time she and I, took care a’ you.”
Well... it was at least, a very good kind of trouble that he was in~
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