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Gone Fishing

Um, hi everyone. My names Amanda. Thanks for having me. So this... confessional thing? I just tell my story, right?

Here goes.

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When I got home from work, Carol wasn't home. Which isn't unusual, really. She gets out of work before I do on most days. The good part of working an opener shift, I guess. No such luck for me, but banker's hours ain't bad, so I suppose it's a wash.

Usually she gets home, showers and changes, then ducks out to get stuff for dinner. I cook, and fresh beats frozen any day, so it's part of the way our lives work out. But that wasn't going to happen today.

We'd talked about it, of course. Secrets and lies don't do good things to relationships, but talking theory is different than seeing it in practice, and the note on the counter in our apartment made it clear we were out of theory territory. "Gone Fishing. Be back late."

So I fixed myself a bowl of mac and cheese, and sat down to wait. And try not to think about what Carol was doing right now, or would be soon. Not much chance of that, really.

The problem was that the way she hunts is unreal. It got my attention fast, and has kept it to this day. I know, I know, us mice are easy to hunt, we respond strong, but Carol... she's a husky, you know? Endless energy and drive, gorgeous fur and fangs, curved like a mountain road and just as dangerous if you don't stay alert.

So right about then, she'd be two drinks in at Dave's. David's Den, nice place, a little pricey, but it caters to furs just right. Air system is subtle, leaves the pheromones hanging so everyone gets a nose full. Really keys folks up, on the dance floor and off. A few drinks in her, and Carol will dance with anyone. By now, two guys would be dancing with her between, and that slick, almost transparent dress she likes to wear, well...

Stunning didn't even do it justice.

The whole talk about maybe bringing a one night stand home with her started after a night at Dave's. I came back from the ladies room and there was a guy dancing with her. On her, almost. Very handsy, and I could tell she was feeling it. And that made me jealous. It did! But also kinda hit something else. We got home after that night and about broke the bed. I had to take her back, prove she was still mine.

And then we talked. Discussed... that jealous lust, that sharp bite of betrayal that smoldered in me, until it ignited in passion.

Don't look at me like that. I wanted to be a poet when I was younger.

Anyway, we talked. And decided that it might be a thing to try, sometime. She could go fishing. And I'd see how it worked for me.

If anyone else had asked me about it right then, I might have thrown something. I mentioned smoldering? The more I thought about those guys fondling her, both of them feeling that body that makes me lose it every time she strips, the angrier and more jealous I got. Imagination is better than reality, sometimes. Part of me knew that it wasn't likely that hot, that aggressive, but did I care? Not a bit.

Imagination. I could see the hands under her dress, I could see that she- almost certainly- hadn't worn anything under it, either. Hands where mine should be, teeth at her neck, the way she'd arch and push and invite more touches. The way her breath would come faster, her pulse race, and all of that... the smell of her! I could never resist it, how could they? Why would they? Freely offered, who would even think of turning down that body?

Not me, and not those imaginary males.

And she loved the way people reacted to her! She loved the way I got speechless and she'd darn well love the more visible reaction those boys would give her. I could see her pinning one of them against the wall, sliding her hand down his pants, making him shudder with just her fingers. Canine. She'd want a canine, so she could squeeze and tug his knot. The toy we always used was knotted, anyway. On both ends. We have fun with it.

But she'd want the real thing for this. After that first talk she'd teased me with 'I wonder' or 'I hope' scenarios.

'I wonder if I can get two dogs. Big ones, get between them and get stuck. Tied. Both of them.'

'Oooh, I hope they don't have anywhere to be in a hurry. Maybe fill me up twice before I come home.'

'Maybe I'll just bring them home and you. Can. Watch.'

Shudder. I wanted that and I couldn't have made myself tell her that for anything. I hated that I wanted that.

I wanted it badly enough to agree to this whole... fishing expedition. And knowing I wanted it, and that it was finally happening after months of teasing and talking, had me all sorts of hot and bothered. And I hated it.

I'm not really sure how long I waited. I might have fallen asleep for a bit, I'm not sure. But I woke up to the door opening and the sound of voices. Two voices. Neither of them hers. The throaty, delighted moan, that was Carol.

I got up off the couch, scowling, as they came inside. One of the males, a wolf (gorgeous, night black fur on him) walked into the living room, and paused to give me a look, then, over his shoulder,

"Hey, do we get a twofer?"

"Nah, Manda doesn't like boys. I'm what you get tonight. She'll watch, though," Carol came around the corner, the other male (a fox) with hands on her hips, under her dress, "won't she?"

We'd talked about this, too. She wanted me to watch. I wanted to watch, not that I could say that. And there it was. My scowl lifted a little. "Anyone mind a camera?"

Carol's approving smile said I'd done good. And the stunned look on the two males, the wolf and fox, was worth a giggle on its own. No one objected, though. Not that we ever expected them to.

The camera was already charged and in the bedroom. Our bedroom. The bed Carol and I slept together in was about to be used for... this. It made me... a bit sick to my stomach, I'll confess. Not something I'm very happy about, even afterward.

I spent a little time setting the camera up, making sure the chip in it was fresh and blank (and properly labelled, this is NOT something I want getting accidentally handed off to someone) and that no last minute 'this software needs to spend three hours updating' glitch was going to be a problem. No such interruption, and a good thing, too.

The fox was already down to just his jeans, and the wolf had Carol on the bed, on her back. Not even bothering to get her undressed, head buried between her thighs. In the time it took me to check the camera and turn back around. Not wasting time. Carol was having a grand time, head back and letting out those little half-bark, half-moan noises. God, I love those sounds.

But she was making them for someone else!

I flicked the camera on, and, well... I watched the rest of it through the viewfinder.

The wolf kept his head down, and I had a bad view of... whatever he was doing. I knew from experience, Carol responded very, very well to oral attention, and the wolf got the hint, too. Maybe it was the way she grabbed his ears and pulled him in. Could be. The fox finished shedding his clothes, and got behind Carol, teeth at the side of her neck, hands under her dress, working it up and off. Slowly, he wanted to take his time feeling every inch of that body. Those curves.

I can't blame him.

God, she looked good. All that husky fluff, sure, might hide some things, but I knew her curves, those nice hips and that little bit of plump to her stomach. Not a thin girl, padded in all the right places. A few of them amply so.

The fox was finding out, hands on her breasts as she laid her head in his lap. Turned her head toward the camera, grinning as she shifted a little bit, to get his sheath in range of tongue and teeth. Nibbles, licks, kisses. He didn't take long to get up. Who would?

I could hear him gasp, and her purr. Not really a purr, she's not feline, but that little hungry growl. She usually made that sound for me. Right now she was making it as a prelude, to get his attention.

"Move back a little, foxy. Actually... yeah, off the bed, stand there."

They repositioned some, the fox standing at the side of the bed, while Carol got herself laid out. Head hanging off the bed, the wolf (biiiig tent in those jeans, the denim was straining) back between her thighs. Carol reached up and grabbed the fox by the hip, the other hand on his shaft, and pulled him in, head back, so he had a nice, clean line to just... use her.

And he did. Not fast, at first, he seemed... unsure of how far he could go, glancing at me a few times before her insistent tugging reminded him that I wasn't the show. She was. That got him over whatever hump was in his mind. And on to the humping Carol wanted. Sliding in and out of her muzzle, getting those hitchy, coughing, gaspy breaths when he went too deep a few times, making her gag. Not that she seemed to mind in the least. The second time, both of her hands went to his ass and pulled, keeping him in her throat. She gagged, he moaned, and I thought for sure that'd be all it took, but... nope, whatever she was doing was enough to make him moan but not enough to get him off.

The wolf, on the other hand, had his hands full of ass, and face full of pussy, and... Carol convulsed, stomach tightening and thighs too, trapping him momentarily. Like I said, she responds well to oral service, and his reward was a taste. She's not quiet, usually, but apparently it's hard to be vocal with your throat full of fox dick. Go figure.

The wolf sat up a little, licking his chops, and grinned at me. At the camera, really. But... I saw it in his eyes. I'm taking what's yours, and you won't do anything about it. Might have imagined it? But I don't think so. While he got his face licked clean, he was working those jeans off. Bigger than the fox, thicker, and just as canine. Knotted. Of course she went and found two knots to bury.

She wanted to, I could tell. Might have been the way she was swallowing fox, might have been that her feet found the wolf and paws did... well, I'm not a guy. From the glazed look he got, briefly, I'm thinking soft fur, smooth sole, and delicate claws did a number on him. He shuddered pretty good, and started dripping pre almost immediately. On my nice, clean sheets!

I had to step back to get everything in the camera. Carol, choking on the fox, swallowing, I could see, faintly, her throat swelling when he thrust all the way in. Carol, teasing the wolf with her paws, making his hips buck, making him whine with want. Carol arching and shuddering with pleasure. Carol... teasing me, making me watch someone else have her in ways I can't.

I wanted to throw them out of the apartment. I wanted to hold her down and take her back. And I wouldn't, because this was her show, and because I had agreed to it. And I hated how much I wanted this. And she knew it, as she drew off the fox, licking her chops, and grinned at the camera.

At me.

She rolled over onto her knees, shoulders down, head turned against the mattress, looking at me. She winked, and... I felt something slide into place. I wanted this. She knew I did, and that I couldn't ask for it. But she knew I wanted it. Wanted to see her revelling in it. Ass up, tail up, facing the wolf, and she gave a little wiggle.

"Come on, big boy. See anything you want? Hm?" Her voice sent a chill down my spine, and he... clearly agreed.

It took him all of two seconds to get behind her, to aim himself and push inside her. Her grunt trailed off into a delighted moan, and he had to stop, right there. Just panting and shuddering.

I couldn't resist. "Tighter than you were expecting?" The fox laughed, the wolf was still a bit cross-eyed. Carol laughed too. "Keep filming, babe. I want to watch this again. And again. Maybe make a seque-Ah!"

The wolf had had enough teasing, and grabbed her shoulder with one hand, thrusting firmly with that leverage. Her toes curled. I couldn't miss that. Neither did the fox. "Oh, she liked that. Do it again." He had himself in one hand, nothing hurried, just keeping himself interested while he watched.

The wolf (I really should have got their names, but really... who cares?) did one better, grabbing her around the throat and lifting, pulling her shoulders off the mattress. I knew damned well what that did for her. He only had to squeeze a little bit, keep pushing into her pussy, and she came. Again. A patter of her honey onto the sheets. Definitely need to change those before sleep tonight.

Carol, on her knees, held up as much by the hand around her throat as anything else. Carol, rocking with the wolf's thrusts. Carol, loving. Every. Minute.

They stayed like that a little bit, Before carol put a hand between her legs and grabbed him. In front of the knot, holding him tight. "Not yet. Not yet. Gimme a..." she pushed him back, then beckoned to the fox. "Both of you."

It took a bit of doing, to get positions right. And to get the fox properly slicked up. Bottle of lube in the nightstand. Of course there is, always want to have some handy, in case of late night amorous desires. In this case, the desire was that fox under her tail.

They went nice and slow, it's not a quick thing to get something that long and thick, even with that nice canine taper, into such a tight place. Lots of moaning, lots of soft growls and shudders. I glanced at the time on the camera. Already 30 minutes in. Carol'd had two, but both guys were still high and dry. Sort of. While the fox worked into her, she had the wolf in her hands, fingertips dancing on that red shaft, tugging here and there. She squeezed that knot in both hands, one time, and I thought for sure he was going to blow, right then and there. Not quite, though he looked pretty upset about that fact, for a moment.

Only a moment, because right about then she decided she was relaxed enough, buried deep enough on the fox, to get to the good stuff. Both of the boys, with her in between. They had to hold her up, for balance, to keep everything from getting hurt. If she fell, it would be those two that paid for it. But the bouncing. Careful at first, lots of kisses and licks and nibbles. At first.

Carol didn't want tender. She made that clear right quick with a haughty, "Stop playing around and knot me, you two! This ain't my first time. I know you want it, I can feel it. Gimme."

That switched the pace right around. The fox bit the back of her neck, the wolf took her throat in his jaws and both of them bounced her in time. Hard. Those luscious tits were bouncing, their hips in synch... it was actually kinda poetic. More tribal beat stuff than Keats, but poetry.

She was, clearly, having the time of her life. Howls of pleasure (remember folks, if you have a canine partner, invest in soundproofing your bedroom, or get ready for noise complaints) moans, curled toes, panting... no way was any of this faked. And she came hard around that wolf when the fox popped in, got stuck.

That actually caused problems, for a second or two. Now she wasn't bouncing so well, stuck in place, and shaking with pleasure. The wolf handled it better than I probably would have, keeping his grip on her throat, taking her hips in his paws, and just... pulling. One long, steady, high-pressure pull. I'm not sure she was really ready for that, it looked like it kinda hurt. But the strangled murmur that made it out sure wasn't 'stop' or any variation of it. Not really words, in any case. Certainly not after they got both knots inside her.

I stopped counting. Or really paying attention to anything much aside from the look of rapture on her face, and the sounds of pleasure from all three. Another couple of thrusts from each of them, to climax. The wolf first, letting go her throat and howling (okay, it was a pretty sound, it made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck) his release. The fox followed after. No mess came out of Carol, of course. Knots are good like that. It looked like there was lots of mess in her, though.

Things slowed down, both of the males licking at her neck and throat, soothing any damage those fangs had done. And waiting out the knots.

"Is this the time when I should be offering a towel and a bottle of water?" I joked. "Or do we have awkward 'strangers on an elevator' conversation?"

"Oh, laugh it up, Manda. I've got something in mind for you." Carol had a wicked gleam in her eye. This was... worrying, because as far as I knew, she'd planned on having her fun, then going to bed. I was wrong, as it turns out.

The three of them shared some affectionate time, nothing too lovey, but it's always good to come down from euphoria with someone, rather than alone. The fox first, with a "I'll take that towel, if you're still offering?"

At least he was polite.

By the time he'd got himself cleaned up enough not to stick to his trousers, the wolf had managed to pull out of Carol, who had elected to just sprawl on the bed, on her back, looking blissful. And beautiful, in a kind of 'used' sort of way.

"Thanks for the fun, boys. Have a safe trip home. See you again!" Carol's dismissal was friendly enough, blowing kisses to them as they dressed enough to leave, and got out. "Well! Was it good for you, Manda?"

Mice can't growl, but I tried. "You know very damned well what it was! Good is not one of the things that it was."

She stuck out her tongue. "Put the camera on the tripod. We're not done with it yet. Now... get out of your clothes. You're not done. You've earned what I'm sure you won't admit is a reward."

I just stared at her. For a little bit, just not processing what she could possibly have in mind. It's not like there was any question whether I was going to do it, mind you. Hell, the whole time I was staring, I was getting undressed. It's pretty hard to argue with her.

It was even harder than usual because she was right, I had enjoyed that. Not enjoyed, that's really the wrong word. I felt dirty for having watched. I felt dirty for wanting to watch. I had some vicarious dirty for enjoying how much she had enjoyed it. And there was no saying she hadn't. I'd seen those toes curl and heard her howl. Nobody fakes it that well.

About the time I was taking off my bra, still in my jeans, I had to just... pause and think for a moment. Why was I so hung up on this? There was enjoyment on all sides, even if mine was that kind of guilty pleasure enjoyment you get from eating that third scoop of ice cream, or admitting that you actually liked Twilight.

So why did it bother me? What was it about watching my lover getting railed by a couple of guys that made me unable to admit enjoyment?

That puzzle carried me through the rest of undressing, and I still wasn't any closer to an answer. Oh well. We'll come back to it later. Right then, other things to worry about. Like whatever Carol had in mind for my 'reward'.

She beckoned me up onto the bed, which was still a mess. Twisted sheets, at least a few small puddles. Carol was lying in one, for... obvious reasons. She was the source, after all.

"First thing's first." A hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in.

Kissing Carol is... an experience. She's all enthusiasm and her affection is about as passionate as her lovemaking. Forget flowery poetry or anything like that, if she wants to say 'I love you', it's her tongue talking, and it ain't using any words, that's for certain.

That kiss lasted forever, and no time at all. It was almost like the first time we really kissed. Not the hesitant 'do you like this?' kisses from first dates and such but the first time passion overwhelmed us and we really, really kissed. It settled a lot of things. Yeah. She still loves me, being the most important one. Even a good double team wouldn't change that, and knowing that much helped ease my worries a lot.

She kept her hand on the back of my neck, and pulled me in again, this time to press her cheek to mine. "Thank you for letting me do that. For helping me do that. They were fun. Nice guys, I think you'd actually like them in another context. But you are mine and I am yours, and that's still true no matter how much I enjoyed getting knotted up. Okay?"

My little nod and affirmative grunt were apparently enough for her. "Okay now... I know we're gonna have to change the sheets before we sleep but... there's something else I wanna try first. If you're up for getting really, really dirty about things. Game?"

If you'd hitched my thoughts up to a generator, I could have powered a city block with how fast they were spinning around. What did she have in mind? What would I be agreeing to? I could always back out, I knew that much, but... I wouldn't want to, probably. Or even if I did, I wouldn't want to disappoint her. Disappointing her is always, always, the thing I want least to do.

"I think so, hon but... we're in pretty odd territory for me, okay?"

"Sure. It's an itch, kinda like the one that was just scratched, but... also kind of old territory with a new wrinkle. I want you to eat me out, Manda. Still game?"

Well, there went my thoughts again, buzzing around all over without getting much done. The very first coherent one was But she's full of dog... goo. Followed by Goo. I'm twelve, apparently. But... she is full of spunk and that's... actually kind of hot? Okay, traitor brain. Fine, I've lost my mind and it's hot. Are we going to actually do it?

I'm not sure how long, in actual, outside my head, time it took, but I gave a single, jerky little nod. She kissed the top of my muzzle, and laid back, propped up on a couple pillows. She wanted to watch. Wanted to see me do... this.

It's not like I'd never done this. Like I said, Carol responds real well to oral. Toe curling orgasms. She's pretty damn good about communicating, too, if something ain't working right for her. Old territory. Right.

But the smell was different. I hadn't even gotten my tongue involved and was already balking a little bit. Hesitating. It wasn't a... bad smell. But different than I'm used to. Still post-orgasm Carol smells in there. Really in there, that's a heady perfume, for me. The kind of smell that brings back memories of fun times past, and promises of fun yet to come. But it's the present that's the problem.

It wasn't a strictly bad taste, either, once I got in there. Really, the part that stuck out to me the most was there's so much of it. There was! I never really paid that much attention to guys in that department. My porn featured exactly zero real dicks, thank you, so I didn't have a good meter stick for volume. A lot is about as good as I can explain. It took me a little while to really find my groove but I knew once I had it. The hand tangled in my hair, the shuddering stomach.

I splayed my fingers into the fur on her stomach. Thick, soft... and the muscles underneath trembling, little spasms as I licked. My other hand wrapped around her thigh, more for comfort than any need for more stimulation. Even after a bunch of orgasms, she was still pretty damn eager. Maybe even more eager than usual.

I squeaked in protest, though, when she pulled my hair, pulled my head up and away. I was... kinda shocked when I saw her eyes. Hungry. I can't really come up with another word but she looked really, really hungry. Ferociously hungry. Both hands, one in my hair, the other grabbing me by the shoulder, pulling me up and into a kiss that should have set the sheets on fire. She apparently didn't mind that I tasted of wolf at the moment.

So... that's how it all started, I guess. I'm still not really sure when I come home and see that note, how it's going to go. But we've got... quite a few of those home movies made, now. Every one of them ends pretty much the same, with my head between her thighs until she grabs me for another utterly devouring kiss. If that's how her fishing expeditions end, I can handle what comes in between.