“Anything I can get you, miss?”
        Elena started to shake her head, but then said, “A blanket would be nice, if you have any.” 
        She curled under the generic dark blue blanket when it was brought to her, leaning against the curved bulkhead of the airplane’s interior. She was lithe enough to pull her legs up into the seat without her feet poking into the aisle, and she was grateful not for the first time that she’d gotten a seat on the side of the aisle with only one seat: grateful she wouldn’t have to submit someone to the scent of her heat for the entire two hour flight. Not that she relished the thought of the other fifty people in the plane smelling her for the flight, but at least none of them would be up close and personal the whole time.
        So she wrapped the blanket around herself tightly as if that would help, even though she knew it wouldn’t. Already she could scent a few other passengers in their various seasons and heats--only three or four, but it made her feel a little less self-conscious. She hoped the same sort of satisfaction awaited them in Roosevelt City as did her.
        She grinned privately at that thought, knowing it was very unlikely for anyone to be headed toward the same delight she was destined for. She closed her eyes, holding the blanket to her muzzle to muffle the sound of her heavily huffed breath as Harper and Mori brushed her thoughts even so slightly. Her nipples pressed stiffly into her bra already. This was going to be a long flight.
        She pulled out her phone, holding it between her body and the bulkhead where shoulder surfers and well-meaning flight attendants wouldn’t be able to peer at the screen. Even as she prepared to turn it to airplane mode, a new notification came in, from Mori.
        [Harper’s dying for u to get here.]
        Elena had to bite her lower lip hard not to moan at the picture that accompanied the text. Three different shades of red filled the screen: the vibrant red of Mori’s fingers, the dark crimson of Harper’s fur, and the fleshy sanguine of Harper’s cock. Only a little of any other colors showed, mostly the black of Mori’s fur where his red fingers met his palm, a shock of blue that told Elena the pair were outside, and a bit of pale precum dribbling over Mori’s knuckles as he teased their mutual girlfriend.
        After she recovered from the intense shiver of arousal and need, Elena’s thumbs were flying over her onscreen keyboard.
        [That’s against the rules!]
        Mori was apparently ready for her protest because his reply took only a few seconds.
        [Only if I make her cum. Hope ur plane is quick!]
        “Miss, you’re going to have to turn that off.”
        Elena squeaked and held the screen to her chest as the flight attendant spoke. She was sure her blush glowed brightly through her white fur, but she tried to be nonchalant as she made a show of turning her phone off while she was watched. Satisfied, the slender cheetah woman continued down the aisle to tell other travelers to do the same.
        Elena tried to control her breathing as the little flame in her belly that never went away now roared as a bonfire of arousal. Slipping the hand under the blanket, she pushed the phone into the small pocket of her shorts. The air inside the blanket felt like the summer air of a tropical beach, it was so hot and humid compared to the rest of the cabin. She reached up, twisting the overhead air nozzle to blow hard right into her face, and then tucked both arms under the blanket again. She idly wondered how crazy she must look, but she turned her face into the jet of chilly air to try to cool herself as her body steamed inside the blanket. She barely noticed when the plane started to taxi except that the air blowing from the nozzle cooled a few more degrees. 
        She squirmed in anticipation at the thought of finally seeing Harper and Mori again in person. It had only been a couple of months since their first weekend together, but it had felt like ages. She’d hoped to talk her mom into a couple of trips down to see them before the summer, under the guise of visiting Nini in Roosevelt City, but between the length of the drive or the cost of airfare, and the looming threat of her first end-of-year exams as a high school student, the plans had never become reality. Long calls late into the night and cam sessions that often ended in the three of them covered in their own juices hadn’t been nearly as satisfying as that single night they’d had in the limo. . .
        Elena bit her lip, grinning excitedly as she thought of that night, and all the nights she’d spent on Skype with Mori and Harper. Her body burned with need for both of them. She knew it was even worse for the two of them, though. ‘The Rules’ were in place mostly for her benefit, and both Harper and Mori had been sticking to them faithfully, despite living only a few minutes away from one another and seeing each other every day at school. Mori had confided in her that when Harper had hit her own heat, he could smell her from literally any room in Griffin Heights, no matter where she was in the building. 
        Elena glanced out the window, surprised to see the land passing at a seeming crawl distantly below her. She’d been so caught up in her thoughts of her two mates she hadn’t even felt the plane take off. She glanced up the aisle to see the lithe cheetah flight attendant preparing the beverage cart. Elena pulled the blanket over her head and pretended to be asleep.
        She fished her phone out of her pocket, powering it back on now that the plane was at cruising altitude. She had to bite her cheek hard to keep from moaning as she navigated back to the picture of Harper’s dribbling cock. Now that she had the time and privacy to appreciate the picture fully, she could see the fox’s clit at the very edge of the frame, almost obscured by her testicles. The little nub was swollen, and Elena could tell her petite hermfriend was just as pent up as she was. Well, twice as pent up, she supposed, considering Harper had twice the equipment to be frustrated with.
        She moved her hand slowly under the blanket, not wanting to tip the flight attendant off that she wasn’t sleeping. She undid the button of her tight and scandalously short jean shorts. Her own scent filled her nostrils and she blushed at her own potency. Even though it embarrassed her, she couldn’t wait for Mori and Harper to smell her. She wanted to watch them inhale her scent and experience a tiny modicum of the need she was feeling right now. Her smell was so intense she imagined them being overcome by it, bending her over right there in the airport’s receiving area. They’d both tie in her before security would even have a chance to intervene, and they’d have to be covered in a blanket and wheeled away as a group, knotted together inside her.
        Elena’s fingers moved as she imagined the scene, wondering what it would be like to have a knot inside her, wondering what it would be like to have her virginity taken by one of them. She didn’t even question that she planned to let one of them take it. She’d been fantasizing about it for weeks and even though she hadn’t yet figured out which one of them would have the privilege, her body thrilled at the thought that it was finally about to happen. She intended for it to happen before the end of the day.
        She slipped a finger inside herself easily, her cunny a mess of fragrant arousal. The doubled pantyliners she’d worn were barely doing their job keeping her shorts decent, but the part of her that was in control right now didn’t care. She wanted to strut right through RCX and have everyone see the stained crotch of her denim and know exactly what she planned on doing as they watched her embrace Harper and Mori. 
        Elena huffed out a breath through her nose, struggling mightily to keep both quiet and still as her lust-soaked finger pumped shallowly but rapidly into her tunnel. Before she’d met Harper and Mori, she’d never really masturbated at all, even during her heat. She’d found neither thrill nor satisfaction in the activity and had been content to let the unquenched fire smolder in her belly through the week of her heat rather than stoking it uselessly with her own fingers. When she’d started, it had been solely for Harper and Mori’s sakes, and she’d thought of it mostly as humoring them.
        Spreading her legs in front of the camera as the two of them stared, though, she did find a thrill in that. And the orgasm the two of them had coaxed out of her a half hour later had permanently revised her opinion on masturbation.
        Staring at the picture of Mori’s fingers wrapped around Harper’s dribbling cock wasn’t quite the same as watching those two knots swell right as they coated their bellies with spunk, but the burning anticipation of seeing them in mere moments drove her finger quicker and quicker, her slick muscles squeezing around her digit, her mind playing images of Harper’s red cock plunging into her that fast.
        She was making noise now, she knew. Quick, wet sounds that could hardly be mistaken for anything else, but she couldn’t make herself stop. She bit the blanket hard by her shoulder where she hoped no one would see, barely managing to keep her moans from bubbling up and confirming the suspicions her wet sounds would be rousing. Her phone tumbled from her fingers, but luckily landed in the seat by her legs rather than tumbling all the way to the floor. She didn’t bother picking it up--her mind was playing more vivid images than the screen held anyway. Instead, she tucked her fingers under the palm of her other hand, her body shaking hard enough to make the seat rattle a little as she found her clit.
        She summoned the memory of the night Harper had taught her this technique, the sight of the vixen’s blonde fingers pumping into her cunny and swirling around her clit to the same rhythm one that would always be ingrained in her memory, along with the rapt look of fascination that had been on Mori’s face. . . and hers too, no doubt.
        Little bolts of pleasure made her belly clench as her fingers swirled around her clit, her butt twitching rapidly on the seat. Her muscles spasmed and pushed at her pumping finger, more and more of her muscles tensing as she neared the edge. She didn’t hesitate or tease herself like she did some nights on the cam with Harper and Mori, building herself to bigger and bigger heights for that ultimate payoff so intense she risked waking her parents. Instead, she plunged forward right past the edge and beyond it heedlessly, single finger thrusting noisily inside her, curling upwards and pulling briefly in the way that made her light headed when she was done. Her hips bucked once under the blanket and she didn’t care, her body clenching around the wave of pleasure that crashed in her groin and belly and spread out in little ripples all the way to her fingertips. Clenching her jaw, she barely managed to swallow the moan that threatened to escape as she sat there with her body arched, finger still pumping as she waited for the trough of warm satisfaction to flow in behind the heady, sharp pleasure of her orgasm.
        Instead, though, the fire inside her just built up higher and she couldn’t mask the soft whimper of confusion and frustration. Her fingers never paused as she masturbated recklessly under the blanket, driving her body like she never had before, wanting that sense of relief that wasn’t quite coming. The second orgasm caught her by surprise, building and breaking inside her with no warning, a surprising gush of fluid washing over her curled fingers as she came, making the wet sounds of her pleasuring herself even more noticeable. Her mind muddled with need and frustration, she didn’t even pause to wonder at her first ‘multiple’ orgasm. She could already feel the third building and she arched her body as if to meet it as she felt the heat explode inside her, seemingly just past where her finger could reach. 
        By the time she gave up, she couldn’t remember if she’d been shaken by nine or ten orgasms total. The pleasure and exertion made her whole body tremble so hard she felt like an invalid, and she was desperately thirsty, but still her body hummed with desperation. Each orgasm had brought pleasure, but none had brought relief or release. If anything, she was more tense, needy, and even desperate than when she had begun.
        She buttoned her jean shorts after only a few attempts, both her hands slick with arousal. She continued to hide under her blanket, too ashamed to meet the eyes of any other passengers. When she picked up her phone, it was as wet as her fingers were, and she hurriedly cleaned it off. That was one insurance claim she would never want to explain to her mother, much less AT&T.
        Thinking of Harper, Elena slipped the finger that had been inside her inside her muzzle. Her flavor was as intense as her scent and she grinned as she licked the digit clean with her raspy tongue, wondering if Harper would appreciate the flavor. Going down on both Elena and Mori was one of Harper’s favorite topics of fantasizing, and all three of them were very eager to indulge her. That would wait for tomorrow that. Or at least, later tonight, maybe. More than anything else, Elena wanted them both inside her, wanted to feel their spunk pouring into her with the same force that it shot up their nude torsos, sometimes with enough force to hit their muzzles. Before she’d started masturbating, she might have been willing to wait until the three of them had managed some kind of real privacy and intimacy but the way her body burned now, they’d be lucky if she let them get around a corner.
        “Miss? You’ll need to wake up now. We’ve arrived.”
        Elena tugged the blanket down past her muzzle with a squeak, then blushed as her scent wafted free with enough potency that she could see the moment it hit the cheetah’s nose. She saw the flight attendant’s expression darken slightly, the scent arousing instinctual ideas of a rival for a mate and territorialism in the other cheetah. The woman made a polite cough, stepping back ostensibly so that Elena could rise easily, but more likely to get a little further from the thick fog of her scent. Elena coughed softly and both of them blushed as she stood.
        “S-sorry,” Elena said meekly, letting the single word be an apology for all sorts of things. The rest of the cabin was empty, and the pilot was standing around awkwardly at the cabin door a few rows up, trying not to look too impatient. She didn’t have anything to gather up but her phone, which was already in her pocket. She’d checked her two bags rather than have to worry about them on the flight. After a moment’s hesitation, she bundled up the blanket and turned toward the flight attendant.
        “Is it alright if I keep this?” she asked.
        “Please,” the cheetah said with a professional smile and a hurried tone that said ‘We’d definitely have to throw it out if you didn’t.’
        Elena flashed her a shy smile and hurried out of the plane, not making eye contact with the pilot as she slipped by him. She hastily folded the blanket as she walked up the jet bridge, then held it in front of her waist as she walked. She was sure the crotch of her shorts was drenched, and despite her earlier fantasy, she didn’t actually want to flaunt her need past every visitor to RCX that day.
        The long hallway from the gates to the reception area in Roosevelt City International was nothing like the ones you saw in movies with long visible stretches revealing travelers to their family so they could make that bounding slow motion run into their arms. It was narrow and angled, though the walls had large tasteful art from local artists to try to make it feel less cramped, and it spat out travelers unceremoniously at the top of the stairs leading down to baggage claim. She was alone when she emerged, the passengers from her flight already moved on from their own reunions, and no other flights having quite caught up to her yet. Harper and Mori were standing there, clearly anxious, craning to catch sight of her. Grins broke out on both their faces, and a moment later, she was able to watch as they both caught her scent. Mori’s ever-wagging tail stopped and Harper’s eyes went wide as they both flared their nostrils. Elena could even see the moment when their pupils dilated with arousal.
        She grinned and descended on them with a predatory growl that surprised even her. She saw both their hackles raise in alarm in the moment before her lips mashed to Harper’s, the younger girl’s mouth open as she let out a sound of surprise. Elena thrust her tongue into the girl’s mouth, then grabbed Mori’s hair tight enough that he yelped, pulling him into the kiss as well. For a long moment, their tongues tangled recklessly in the warm, wet space where three parted muzzles met, Elena’s tongue being the most aggressive, plunging into each of their muzzles in turn, raping their eager mouths hungrily.
        The TSA agent’s discretely cleared throat didn’t distract them, even as he coughed loudly for the fourth time. When he stood up, though, Elena figured she’d pushed it as far as she was willing to go and reluctantly pulled away from her two mates, all three of them panting softly.
        “Well, hello to you, too!” Mori said with a laughing yip. Harper just sat there for a while, catching her breath and gripping the edge of the bench. 
        Elena leaned forward between them, hissing in a tight whisper, “Is there anywhere in here remotely private?” she asked them urgently. Both of them blushed and then looked thoughtful. The irises of their eyes were barely visible, and Elena realized that the hurried movement of Harper’s budding chest wasn’t the girl catching her breath, but rather her eagerly breathing in the scent of Elena’s heat. Glancing down, it was easy to see that they both bulged in their excitement, and Harper’s propensity for wearing long skirts was going to make their next walk a little embarrassing.
        “Oh,” Harper said, brightening visibly. She smiled and then she grinned, her eyes half-lidding in pleasure at her own cleverness. “C'mon,” she said, grabbing their hands.
        Elena barely remembered to snatch up the blanket as she was dragged off. She looked a little dismayed as Harper dragged them toward the bathrooms, but the fox didn’t lead them into the open ladies, mens, or herms community bathrooms. She pulled open a door between the mens and women that had a sign on it depicting a woman and a small child. Beyond was a small room with two toilets, two sinks, a wide counter, and a changing table, a bathroom reserved for families. Dragging the two of them inside, Harper locked the door behind with a satisfying click. 
        “My mothers br-mmm!” Harper’s explanation was cut short by Elena’s tongue as she rewarded the youngest of the trio for finding possibly the only place in the airport with a locked door they could be behind. She felt Harper melt in her arms, the fox sliding her arms around her neck as they kissed intensely. Mori slid up behind Elena without hesitation, and Elena moaned into Harper’s mouth as she felt the boy’s bulge against her backside.
        Elena pulled her mouth off of Harper’s with a wet pop and the little fox moaned. Elena pulled her closer with one arm around her middle as she slipped the other hand between them. Her questing fingers didn’t take long to find Harper’s bulge poorly hidden by the front of her skirt. 
        “A-are we really gonna...” Harper whispered tentatively.
        Elena stared down into her usually ice blue eyes with intensity and sincerity, stopping the little dance her fingers were playing around Harper’s concealed shaft with some effort. “Not if you aren’t ready,” Elena said earnestly. “But... f-fuck, Harper, I need to. I want to. With both of you.”
        Mori nuzzled Elena’s shoulder and pressed closer so that both he and Elena were looking down at Harper in anticipation of her answer. She hoped there was as much love in her eyes, and his, as there was lust. She honestly didn’t want to pressure either of them, but if they decided they weren’t truly ready, she might burst. To her surprise, Harper’s wide-eyed and innocent look slowly turned into a nervous grin. The fox reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of small purple squares with a circle outlined inside of them. “I guess it’s good my mom gave me these, then, huh?”
        Elena stared, then she turned to look at Mori. He was as dumbstruck as she, and it was clear from his expression that he’d given as much consideration to protection as she had. Elena had to marvel for a moment at their mutual recklessness and stupidity. How many times had she imagined these two blowing their loads inside of her, without giving a second thought to the consequences?
        Elena reached out and grabbed the back of Harper’s neck and pulled her in again, kissing her passionately. It was the second time the youngest of the three of them had saved this risky little tryst of theirs. Elena’s fingers plucked at Harper’s clothes and her skirt pooled on the floor around her feet with the simple tug of a zipper. A brief wrestling and an unwelcome break in the kiss stripped her t-shirt off shortly later. The little fox was wearing nothing else. Elena growled in pleasure. 
        “Lay out the blanket,” she hissed. Then she added, “I. . .I want both of you. Together.” 
        Harper stopped, looking up at her in surprise even as her pretty, dark red cock bobbed in front of her, drooling pre onto the tiles of the floor. Elena grinned at her wickedly and twisted around to face Mori, who was staring also.
        “Do you mean. . .” he said slowly.
        Elena silenced him with a kiss, slipping her paw down to give him the same squeeze she’d given Harper. He yelped into her mouth and she broke the kiss, panting. “You only have yourself to blame, puppy,” she said breathlessly, grinning. “You’re the one who suggested it in the first place.”
        “I. . .I didn’t “suggest” it! I just defined it! I just. . .”
        Harper moved over to join them, the only nude one of the trio, though she still wore her sneakers. Elena felt the younger girl’s fingers join hers and she smiled down at her. Harper pressed her head against Mori’s chest and inhaled deeply through her nose. “Mori,” she said quietly. “I don’t think she’s in a state to argue with. You’re bigger than me so I’ll. . .uh. . .go behind.” She blushed deeply and Elena shivered with excitement at the whispered words, moaning softly.
        “Yesss,” Elena hissed eagerly. 
        “Um. . .” was Mori’s only reply, but Elena was already unbuttoning his jeans, Harper’s hands moving to tug his jeans off his hips. Moving as if in a daze, Mori stepped out of his shoes and let his jeans be peeled off. Elena kissed the boy again, roughly, as Harper kneeled on the tiles between them, tugging Mori’s boxers off, too. Elena held him tightly, knowing exactly what Harper would do while she was down there. Moments later, Mori squirmed and moaned around Elena’s tongue as Harper’s mouth slipped over the tip of his member, finally getting the opportunity to indulge her oral fetish. Elena reached a paw down, tangling her fingers in the girl’s hair, ready to jerk her back if she got too into it. She held the back of Mori’s neck with her other hand, pressing him into the kiss which he began to return eagerly as he adjusted to the feel of Harper’s lips around his tip. 
        Mori finally remembered he had hands and moved them to Elena’s hips, then around between her and him. The three of them sucked in a breath together as Elena’s scent flooded the room. She wiggled her hips helpfully as Mori and Harper worked together to peel her shorts off. She yelped softly as Harper turned, getting a firm grip on her ass with one hand. The herm fox turned and bumped her muzzle up firmly between Elena’s thighs, and Elena had to break the kiss with Mori to moan in pleasure, bucking forward against Harper’s face. The fingers in the vixen’s hair that she’d meant to tug her off of Mori’s cock with now pressed her face needfully into her crotch. Her knees buckled as Harper indulged herself, tongue lapping quickly over her labia to drink up her juices, and it was Mori’s turn to hold Elena now.
        Elena shuddered hard, clinging to Mori with one hand and Harper’s hair with the other, grinding shamelessly into the younger girl’s face. Her muscles squeezed around Harper’s tongue when she slipped it up inside her for the first time and Elena let out a soft squeak of delight. The pleasure was so intense and so foreign, so beyond her limited experience, that she couldn’t really decide if she was cumming or not. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before, and she imagined riding Harper’s face like this for hours on end. And, knowing Harper, she’d be all too willing to comply.
        Yet even as she bucked against Harper’s nose, desperately clinging to Mori to keep from falling over, she knew that no matter how long she rode the vixen’s tongue today, there’d be no relief in it, only rising pleasure giving way to rising need, and she was already desperate. With difficulty, she pulled her hips back and pushed Harper away, having to tug painfully hard on her tousled blonde hair before the tonguing abated. 
        Harper grinned up at them both, panting, facefur matted and glistening and liquids dribbling from her muzzle. They were quiet as it took Elena a while to catch her breath. “M-mori. . .” she started, her need singing in her trembling voice. 
        Mori blushed, glancing from Elena to Harper to the blanket stretched out on the floor. “How should I, uh. . .”
        Elena paused at that. Now that it was finally time, she really only had the most rudimentary idea of how to go about it with two people, much less three. She thought back to that night in the limo and the myriad of positions her cousin’s friends had been in. Replaying the scene in her mind made her voice catch and her blush deeper. She tried to piece together a way to add a third party to one of those positions, but Harper piped up first.
        “Lay down,” she ordered Mori matter-of-factly, and the mutt obeyed. The blanket wasn’t very large, and when he lay out on it there was only a little extra all the way around him. Both Harper and Elena paused, Harper biting her lower lip and Elena grinning possessively as they both stared at Mori’s cock. It stood up proudly, a lighter shade of red than Harper’s and girthy too. Elena knew Mori had become a little self-conscious about his size after their night in the limo, but she was honestly glad he didn’t measure up to the likes of Jake and Alex. He looked plenty big to her, really, and her whole body shuddered in anticipation of finally taking him inside her.
        As Elena watched precum form on Mori’s pointed canine tip, there was a small tearing sound, and both she and Mori turned their attention back to Harper. The petite fox, the only one of the three of them who was entirely nude, knelt by Mori, her own prick just as painfully stiff, bobbing in time to her pulse. She leaned over and with a deft movement of her small hands that Elena almost missed, she peeled the condom down over Mori’s cock. Harper bit her lip, grinning a little.
        “Good thing we’re both canines,” she said to Mori, blushing a little as she let her fingers brush along the boy’s shaft. “These should fit you, too, without tearing when you knot.” As she said it, she was careful the rim of the thing was secure around his base, past where he would swell. Elena crossed her arms.
        “Okay, Griffin Heights has a waaay more comprehensive sex ed class than Chimera Prep,” she said, both annoyed and aroused by how confident Harper seemed to be in her knowledge, where she herself felt utterly ignorant.
        Harper shook her head, blonde hair falling to shield her eyes as she blushed. “It’s my moms,” Harper said. “They’re pretty serious about being safe. Come here, you’re going to be on top.”
        Elena shivered. Harper still spoke in a certain, practical voice, and Elena guessed she was hiding behind her academic knowledge on the subject of sex to hide how embarrassed and nervous she was. But being bossed around by the littlest of the three of them kind of excited Elena, and after sharing a glance with Mori, she was pretty sure he felt the same way. Despite that, the predator in her bristled at taking orders, and she jealously wanted some modicum of control back for herself.
        “I want you to be a little dangerous for me though, Harps,” Elena said, using Harper’s gaming handle as a pet name. “Mori’s got to wear one so I don’t get pregnant, but I want you to go in bare.”
        She stared hungrily at Harper as she said this, shimmying her hips so that her tugged-down shorts fell to the floor. Mori let out a soft yip. “That’s so not fair,” he said, his voice teasing.
        “Don’t worry, we’ll save the second condom for when you two switch places,” Elena said with a giggle, and both of her canine lovers yipped with embarrassment and excitement at that. She moved to stand over Mori, staring down into his eyes while his eyes stared up at her crotch. She blushed, suddenly feeling exposed. She was a mess from the waist down, her pubic ruff and inner thighs matted with her heat, her labia swollen and blossomed and eager to mate. Almost at the same time, Mori and Harper both let out soft, predatory growls that made Elena shiver right down to the base of her tail. She could hear how desperately they wanted her in the sound and it mirrored her own need, their bodies inflamed by her scent. She rumbled a deep purr in response. 
        Harper slid one hand up her leg slowly and Elena knelt over Mori. All three of them held their breath as she got down on her knees, the fill-tip of Mori’s condom twitching three inches away from her swollen lips. Two inches. One.
        Harper gasped as she watched Mori’s tip nudge against Elena’s labia, but she and he were still holding their breath. She moved down, too quickly, and he slipped, covered cock angling forward awkwardly, missing its mark. The tension broke a little and Elena giggled as Mori let out a frustrated grunt. He slipped away on the next attempt as well and his bobbing shaft wriggled back this time, splaying her rump cheeks and jamming hard against the underside of her tailbase, making them both yelp in pain. 
        Harper sighed audibly and Mori and Elena both glanced aside in embarrassment. Harper leaned forward, pressing her nude body against Elena’s side and then reaching under her with one hand. “Here,” the little fox said quietly, and Elena could feel her take hold of Mori’s member. Elena lowered herself again, more gingerly this time, and as Harper held the boy’s prick in place, she felt the tip settle into place between her lips and then slowly sink inside.
        Although every instinct in her body urged her down, Elena paused at the critical point, fear suddenly staying her movement. Overheard whispers in the locker room and candid description on internet forums spoke only about the pain of the next moment, both physical pain and the pain of regret, and suddenly she feared it, her body tense with anxiety and uncertainty. But even as she worried, Mori’s hands moved to her hips.
        “Oh god,” he whispered. Then, as his hands tightened on her and his hips thrust upward, he added, “I love you.”
        There was a tightening, a twinge, and then he was inside her. She gasped at the pain, then buckled in the wave of pleasure that followed. She fell forward over Mori’s body, her hands slapping onto the blanket to either side of his head. His hips pressed against her crotch. He had filled her with a single thrust, and her entrance squeezed so tightly around his base that he groaned underneath her. She felt none of the stretch or ache Nini had whispered to her about. He just. . .fit. Like puzzle pieces locking together. She wasn’t sure if she was being melodramatic or perhaps the sensation was a product of her heat, but she felt more complete with him inside her than she did without. They both lay there gasping, adjusting to their new sense of each other. Pleasure washed over Elena in waves, urging her to a rhythm, urging her to drink him in, but she resisted, laying there, savoring the moment.
        “H-harper?” she asked softly, unable to see the girl in her peripheral vision, and she was no longer touching either her or Mori. Elena tensed, briefly, ridiculously, wondering if Harper had fled, overwhelmed. 
        “Hang on,” came the soft voice from behind her. “I just have to. . .”
        Harper’s voice trailed off, and a moment later Elena shivered at the soft touch of small hands on her backside. She sighed and then Mori groaned as the pleasant touch made her shift on top of him. Elena squeaked then at a new sensation and her body tensed reflexively, making Mori groan again, his fingers clenching spasmodically on Elena’s hips. The sensation was warm and entirely foreign: a soft exhalation against her tailhole. She arched in the half-heartbeat between realization and the actual act, an instinctive sensation of bewildered disgust in her belly making her anxious. Then Harper’s tongue slid across her clenched pucker and Elena let out a low, feral sound, the disgust boiling away on a wave of intense pleasure.. 
        “What’s she doing?” Mori asked curiously in a tight voice. Elena tried to keep still atop him, knowing instinctively he was already dangerously close to peaking. 
        “Nnnngggh,” was Elena’s response as Harper’s tongue swirled around her rosebud, wetting it thoroughly until saliva dribbled down her splayed cheeks and onto Mori’s balls. She felt Harper’s fingers twitch and tighten on her rump, soft wet sounds reaching Elena’s ears as the fox took thorough enjoyment in her task of lubricating Elena’s tailhole in the only method they had available. It was a lewd act that Elena had never even imagined, much less dreamed of enjoying, but as Harper’s tongue bathed her far longer than necessary, she could easily imagine begging the vixen to indulge again at every opportunity. 
        Harper finished reluctantly and Elena let out a soft whine, pushing her backside back. The movement jammed Mori’s shaft deeper inside of her and splayed her saliva-slicked asshole for Harper. They both gasped their appreciation, Mori’s sound accompanied by a brief tremor in his tightly clenched hands. Harper’s hands squeezed tighter, and Elena could feel the shift in the vixen’s weight as she moved forward until her tip nudged the little hole she’d been making out with.
        Again, all three of them seemed to hold their breath, even Mori, who couldn’t actually see or feel much of Harper, but must have sensed her movement through her knees that were tucked between his thighs and Elena’s splayed legs.  Then she was leaning forward and Elena yelped softly as pressure mounted in a place that had never been pressed against before. She clenched her eyes shut as Harper pushed her hips forward steadily, leaning over Elena’s bent body to put her weight behind the slow thrust. Elena sang a soft little squeal as Harper’s pointed tip passed into her, and then suddenly she was feeling that stretch and ache Nini had spoke of. She could feel the cocks of her two lovers press against each other, Harper’s forcing Mori’s to shift to one side. 
        The pain of her entering was hot and she wanted to twitch away, but at the same time wanted to thrust herself back to meet it. The second impulse won, and Mori groaned as she pressed harder on his base again to take more of Harper inside her. Harper squeaked in surprise as well and then, with a firm thrust of the fox’s hips, both her lovers were fully inside her.
        “Yesss. . .” Elena hissed in pleasure, both her holes twitching in rapid little squeezes around both of the two shafts inside her. She was desperately glad Harper was the one behind her. Even with the pleasure of being so thoroughly filled, sandwiched between her two lovers, the pain was still pretty significant. 
        “Elena. . .” Mori said in a trembling voice, and behind her Harper giggled softly at the urgency in his whisper, then groaned as Elena’s muscles squeezed and the two pricks shifted against each other.
        Elena licked her lips. “H-hold still,” she told them both. After two soft grunts of assent, she moved forward, sliding her body along Mori’s and causing both of them to slide out of her slightly. She hadn’t gone far before Harper squeaked and jerked her hips forward, having almost slipped out. Elena was glad for her quickness. She wasn’t sure she would’ve been able to hold still if the vixen had had to enter her all over again.
        They were awkward for the next few moments, Elena moving experimentally until she finally found a way to move without either of them slipping out and a way to move back that had them both slide back inside her easily without kinking one or both of them. Both Harper and Mori were panting in shallow gasps, their bodies trembling so hard they seemed to vibrate around her. Her confidence grew and on the next stroke, she pushed back hard, the bases of both cocks straining at her entrances hard enough to make her squeal.
        Then, finally, they were truly fucking. Rutting, Mating. It was slow and still awkward but she was able to move with enough force and urgency to have them both pound into her satisfyingly.
        “Yes,” Mori grunted under her as she jerked back to meet them, Harper’s slender hips pumping forward hard enough to make a wet ‘slap’ as they met. She moved again and her lovers moved with her, their cocks sliding side by side in and out of her, there seeming to be barely enough room inside her for both of them, and yet they fit. Snugly, sure, but they fit. The burning ache of her tailhole subsided a little more with each thrust and the familiar tight warmth built in her belly. 
        She arched, thrusting her tits into Mori’s face as she rode them both. She wanted to kiss him, to kiss them both, but her body no longer moved the way she willed it. Her instincts drove her now and she thrust her ass back towards Harper’s hips, grinding her splayed labia against Mori’s crotch.
        “Elena,” Mori said again. Then, “Nnnh! H-harper!” Mori arched his back sharply and thrust up into Elena so hard her body shook and Harper’s cock bent up inside her awkwardly. Elena’s arms buckled and she fell on top of Mori hard, her covered breasts mashing against his muzzle. With the angle of Mori’s hips, she could no longer move in her long, satisfying rut against both of them, but she no longer needed to. Twenty fingers dug hard into her hips and ass as both her lovers began to fuck her much harder and faster than before, both moving at a different rhythm, spasmodic and unpredictable. Elena squealed in surprise as both her holes were briefly brutalized.
        Harper’s pace increased, the vixen hunched over Elena’s back and ramming the last inch of her petite cock up under Elena’s tail again in at a machine gun’s pace. Harper tilted her head back and groaned just as Mori’s force doubled, shaking the bodies of both of the two girls above him. The sound that escaped him was more of a snarl.
        Then sudden warmth blossomed inside of Elena’s belly. Not the familiar warmth of orgasm, but the gush of her lovers releasing inside her. Her mouth gaped and her body shook as the crucial moment of her fantasies erupted inside her. The second after it began, her muscles clenched fiercely, possessively around them. She pushed her hips back as hard as she could, bucking between the two of them, caught between their hips. The pleasure that exploded inside her curled her toes and stole her breath, as intense as a punch to the stomach. Her muscles moved differently, too. Instead of the spasmodic twitching and pushing she was familiar with, her entrance squeezed tighter around Mori’s cock and her muscles squeezed around his tip, a deep feeling like she’d never experienced before. Her recently virgin asshole clenched like a fist around Harper’s spurting shaft. Her body trembled hard and she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking, both her holes straining at the bases of their cocks. She could feel her body trying to drink in Mori’s seed, milking around him to pull his cum deep, and through her pleasure and lust haze, she was thankful for the condom. In contrast, she could feel Harper’s cum jetting deep inside her, filling her until she felt swollen with it and could feel the way Harper’s cock stirred it inside her.
        She was still cumming, still trembling and spasming, when both Harper and Mori began to calm down, her hips still grinding and bucking, fucking herself on them in short little spurts. Her hips tugged forward again and she gasped, feeling a slight ache and a stretch. They seemed bigger inside her. Then, suddenly, much bigger. She’d forgotten their knots, and they were swelling so fast they were already too large to pull out comfortably. They pushed against each other through her thin walls, then suddenly Harper’s cock shifted to one side and the two knots seemed to lock against each other, one to each side. She was still orgasming, but her hips could no longer thrash, caught on the two knots inside her.
        She came crashing down from her orgasm some time later that seemed like an eternity to her, going limp all at once between her two lovers, feeling impossibly full as their knots pulled at her with every breath. She moaned softly each time one of them shifted. Finally, the satisfaction and relief she had lusted after all day flushed her body, leaving her feeling light headed and tingling all over and very, very weak.
        She had no idea how long they lay there. She might have dozed, and she had no desire to move an inch until Mori shyly whispered, “I can’t breathe, guys.”
        Rolling over was a painful and pleasurable ordeal as neither of her canine lovers’ knots had subsided in the least. As Harper twisted to one side on the blanket, her knot pulled hard at Elena’s tailhole and she gasped sharply, a quick little orgasm making her squeeze suddenly around them both. She fell over into Harper’s arms, hips bucking so that Mori’s knot tugged at her cunny, stretching her so much he nearly popped out before he moved to join them and the pressure eased, leaving her gasping and weak with the unexpected pleasure. Harper’s arms wrapped around her from behind and Mori’s did from in front, and the two leaned over her shoulder to share a long, wet kiss by her ear as she simply lay still, trying not to move and wishing she had the energy to turn her head and join her tongue with theirs.
        Again, she might’ve dozed. She had no sense of anything until Harper moved behind her, gently pulling herself out. Elena gasped at the sudden empty feeling. She clenched her tailhole to prevent Harper’s cum from spilling out of her, but the abused muscles of her ring were too weak to comply and she blushed, feeling how she gaped obscenely. Harper’s seed didn’t spill out, though. They’d laid there tied long enough that it was deep inside of her, a part of her now. Mori groaned softly against her neck, then shifted his hips and pulled himself out as well. Elena lay still, shivering, and experimentally clenched again. Both her holes seemed to gape. The feeling was both obscene and intimate. Having drawn himself out of her, Mori quickly reached down, pulling the condom off his finally-softening prick.
        “Geeze, Mori,” Harper said with a giggle as all three of them looked at the cum-filled condom in his fingers. Elena had little to compare it to, but it seemed like an impressive load.
        “You’re one to talk,” Elena teased Harper gently. “That might look like a water balloon, but you unloaded in me so much I felt like one.” Harper squeaked, covering her muzzle and blushing so brightly it shone through her dark red fur as Mori laughed.
        Feeling impossibly empty, Elena simply lay on the blanket as her two lovers quietly cleaned up. She couldn’t find the energy to stand and didn’t even know if she’d be able to walk out of here when it came time for it. She watched them dress, sad to see Harper’s perky little butt disappear behind the curtain of her long skirt. The way the lust had blazed in her when she’d left the plane, she’d imagined having her way with them four, five, even six more times before she finally gave up, but she felt completely drained.
        Mori and Harper both lended a hand when it was time to lift her up. Mori picked up the blanket off the floor and bunched it into the trash can by the door. Part of Elena wanted to save it as a memento, but she doubted any amount of washing could make her forget it’d been all over  the floor of a public bathroom.
        When they were finally ready to leave, Harper moved to the door but Elena stopped her. Without a word, she pulled them both close and they shared a long, lewd, intimate kiss between the three of them, tongues moving from mouth to mouth and saliva dripping onto their shirts, and when they finished, they shared three quicker, sweeter kisses, one between each pair. 
        “Come on,” Harper said, reluctance audible in her voice. Elena would bet the fox could easily be talked into another round, if only she had the strength for it. “Let’s get your bags before they ship them off to Alabama.”
        Elena unlocked the door and Mori poked his head out curiously as she asked, “Alabama?
        “Yeah, that’s where they send unclaimed baggage. There’s a whole store there where they lay out all the stuff from peoples’ lost luggage for other folks to buy.”
        “That’s. . .kinda morbid. And kinda awesome. We should take a road trip.”
        Harper giggled, moving out the door after Mori waved them both out of the family restroom. “Maybe next year, after one of you gets your license.”
        The three walked hand-in-hand back to the baggage claim. Elena pulled her phone out and sent a quick text to Nini, letting her know that she was ready to be picked up. Originally, her Aunt Dianna had offered to pick her up from the airport, but Alex had insisted that Big would be happy to “save her the trouble,” which conveniently gave Elena control over her own schedule.  Elena walked over to get her bags from where they’d been set off to one side to stand lonely sentinel with the other bags no one had grabbed off the conveyors. She spared a thought to wonder about the owners’ of the other bags, and hoped they were somewhere enjoying themselves at least a fraction as much as she just had. A reply text arrived as she wheeled the two bags back to Mori and Harper, who were indulging in a slow, deep kiss now that it was no longer against ‘The Rules.’  
        “Nini’s on her way. And Alex, too. They want to know if we want to get dinner and a movie at Wardenclyffe.” 
        Harper’s expression brightened and she pulled out her phone to text her parents without even answering, but Mori looked more thoughtful. “Would Big be dropping us off, then?”
        Elena pursed her lips thoughtfully, then shook her head. “No, he’s Alex’s bodyguard. He’d have to stay with us the whole night.”
        Mori frowned. “That just. . .that doesn’t seem fair to Big. I don’t want him to have to stand around all night on my account.”
        “Huh,” Elena said, surprised and a little ashamed by Mori’s empathy. She hadn’t given Big’s comfort a second thought. She texted Nini back and got a surprisingly quick reply.
        “Huh,” Elena said again. “She said she thought you’d say that. I don’t know why she’d say that,” she said, shooting Mori a questioning glance and trying not to feel jealous as she realized he and her cousin must’ve become friends in the time since that night in the limo. Mori plastered an innocent look on his face that didn’t fool her for a second. “And she tells you not to worry because it was Big’s idea. He’s. . .he’s got a date?!”
        “Ha!” Mori exclaimed. “That dog!”
        “Big’s a pig,” Harper corrected playfully. “So he finally asked Alison out?”
        “Alison?” Elena asked, dumbfounded. “I’ve only been gone a couple of months! How much have I missed?! Why haven’t you guys filled me in?!”
        “You didn’t exactly give us a chance,” Harper said, in the same moment Mori quipped, “I thought we ‘filled you in’ pretty thoroughly!”
        Elena blushed deep red at both comments as the two laughed, then Harper grabbed her hand and tugged, pointing out the glass doors that opened onto the unloading area. “Come on,” the fox said. “They’re already here.”