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The following contains F/F, M/F, and M/M sex, faux hunting games, and rimming. Reader discretion is advised.

Hunting for Pleasure

They reached the edge of the clearing just as the doe packed the remains of her lunch away. The deer stood and walked in the opposite direction. Her back to them gave an excellent opportunity to strike. Additionally, she walked with a mild limp. It increased the cats' already great odds of success but presented an ethical dilemma.

"Do you think she's faking it?" Selene whispered.

"Dunno. I'd best check," Krissy whispered back. She shoved her face out of the tall grass and shouted, "Hey, doe, time out!" The deer jumped with a start. "time out. Are you actually hurt or just acting?"

"Oh, uh, sorry. Just acting." The deer shifted her weight to show she was actually fine.

"Okay, just wanted to be sure. Pretend you don't know we're here." Krissy slipped back in the grass. "Time in," she shouted.

Selene gestured at Krissy to stay there. The tiger slipped through the grass around the edge of the clearing. The deer accentuated her hobble as she walked across, trying not to let her out-of-game knowledge affect her. If anything, she moved slower. After all, not getting caught wouldn't be any fun for her, either.

Still, a bit of extra time before the pounce recovered some of the suspense. The deer's curiosity got the better of her. She looked back over her shoulder to where the caracal had appeared. Selene struck.

The deer leapt back at the sudden appearance of the tiger. The caracal darted from the brush behind her and leapt onto the taur's back. The doe screamed. Selene jumped, throwing her arms about the deer's upper torso. She pressed the tips of her teeth just barely on the side of the doe's neck. The three toppled to the ground.

"You're dead," Selene informed the doe.

The deer giggled and lolled her tongue out.

"I'm gonna eat you alive," Krissy informed her.

"I just told her she's dead. You can't eat her alive if she's dead."

"Oh, hush," Krissy stuck her tongue out at her striped friend. The caracal slipped down to the deer's backside and stuck that tongue in her nethers. The deer's corpse released some air in what sounded like a pleased moan. Corpses were wont to do that around here.

Selene herself was in the mood for some breast meat. She licked at the stiff fur of the small mounds of the deer's breasts. Rigor mortis had made those nipples rock hard. Selene pleasured herself with her fingers as she sucked those nips. She moved so her legs straddled the doe's face and let out a pleased moan of her own. The dead gave such good oral.

"You two both doing okay?" Krissy did her proper routine checking to make sure everyone was having fun.

"Uh, there's a rock or something beneath my flank, but otherwise yeah," the deer replied out of character.

Selene moved to remove the offending stone and cast it into the tall grass. "Don't be afraid to speak up if you're uncomfortable," the tiger informed.

The doe blushed and said, "Okay."

Selene joined her girlfriend for the main course. She happily dined on the doe's very wet and red pussy.

Krissy moved up to lick the pucker beneath the doe's tail. The deer moaned and kicked her leg in pleasure. The dual oral assault soon had the deer cumming down Selene's throat, but the tigress did not relent her assault. Krissy left the doe's ass to get on some breast meat for herself. Selene took over on licking the doe's ass, starting with licking the cheeks on either side before making a meal of the hole itself. Rimming hadn't been a thing she'd cared for before meeting Krissy, but kinks were contagious.

The three women's play was cutoff by the worst sound Selene thought possible. The cheerful melody of Krissy's ringtone chimed from the grass. Selene cringed. She didn't want to look at her caracal. She knew Krissy seethed with anger and annoyance. The phone stopped ringing. They waited in silence. The phone let out the tone of a stored voice mail. Another moment of silence and it started ringing again. The caracal took the whole pantheon of gods' names in vain as she stormed to her pack to retrieve the offending device.

"Yeah?" she answered. A few moments passed. "You have got to be kidding me." A few moments more. "Is there literally no one else who can deal with it? I'm super in the middle of something," Krissy huffed. "Fine, I'll be in as soon as I can." She hung up. "Fucking hell," she shouted.

Selene sat up. "What's wrong?"

"Apparently some tabloid press jumped the fence and started harassing our players and now the police are involved and every other organizer is dealing with some other fire. Fucking hells. Of all the fucking times," She grabbed up her pack. "Well have fun without me." Krissy stormed off through the grass.

Selene sat back against the doe. She had lost her appetite.

"Uh, may I ask what happened?" the deer asked.

"Krissy's one of the organizers of this thing. She works tons of these events, but we don't play together much since she's usually busy with something. We were really hoping to get a fair bit of time together today. But, you know how it goes."

Krissy's exact words to the other staff before setting out had been, "I'm killing anyone who messages me today. So before you do, make sure it's something you're willing to die for." Selene was very hesitant to follow the caracal and find out if she'd follow through on the threat.

The deer was nodding. "I, uh, I can give you guys a do-over if you'd like. You two are a lot of fun."

"That would be nice." It wouldn't be the same, but it'd be better than nothing. Besides she wasn't about to turn down more fun with the deer. "Selene, by the way."

"Terry."

"Nice to meet you."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries the grass rustled. A male nude red fox slipped out of the grass. His hand brushed his erect cock as he looked over the tiger and deer. His black armband marked him as scavenger class. "Uh, are you going to eat any more of that?" he asked Selene.

The deer shivered with excitement. The tigress stood. "Help yourself,"

"Thanks."

Selene headed off in the direction of her lover; the sounds of fun sex unfortunately behind her.

#

Selene took her time getting back. She had to disappoint a green bandanna bearing chinchilla who 'slipped' in front of her. She had forgotten to switch her bandanna out for a white one to indicate she was not in play.

There were no police nor news vehicles at the large tents that served as hub for the game. Either the emergency had abated or it was a false alarm. She prayed for the poor souls if it was the latter.

Those tents included first aid, operations, security, and other essentials of an event such as this. Krissy would probably be in ops if things were truly calming down. Selene opted for the hospitality tent for now to give the caracal a chance to cool off. Inside that tent were tables set up with juice, water, and snacks to help everyone keep up their strength or calm down with important care after the intense play. There were a good many comfy chairs about as well for furs to rest up.

Selene spotted a familiar tiger lounged on the far end of the tent. He wore only boxer shorts and a green bandanna. The tigress slipped through the small crowd unnoticed by him. From behind his chair, she pounced. The tips of her teeth just touched his shoulder.

"Ahhh, this is a safe zone," Zibby howled and batted her muzzle.

She giggled, "You have green on." she teased.

"And yours is white. Which means you're not suppose to be playing now."

"Oops," she slipped around and sat her bare ass on her husband's lap. His hands reached under her arms and fondled her bare nips. His cock grew beneath her rump.

She'd first met her subby hubby here. Pouncing him, dragging him to the ground, and shoving her strap-on up his ass. Good times. She'd met Krissy at a similar event. Mmm, she remembered being just inches from that caracal's bare backside; her none the wiser. Selene pounced, her foot slipped on some wet mud, and she conked her head on a rock. That caracal called for first aid, which Krissy was working.

"I'll report you to Krissy," Zibby threatened.

"Do so at your own risk. We got interrupted when she got an emergency call."

"Ack. I haven't seen any emergency vehicles."

"Well, if there wasn't an actual emergency then there will be."

Zibby chuckled. "Poor lady can't catch a break, can she?"

"No, but speak of the devil."

They spotted her walking through the crowd toward them. She was still buck naked and clearly exhausted.

"What happened?" Selene asked.

"Ugh, basically some sensationalist tabloid reporters jumped a fence to take pics of 'the freaks.' They ended up harassing one of our field teams and needed to be dealt with. They tried calling the police on us, but since we have all of our paperwork in order they ended up the ones in trouble.

"But Zach and Todd still had to go to the station to deal with that, and Lucy and Mary had to take over for them in the field, and then Tanya and Aman had to take over for them in First Aid, and I had to come in to polish off the half a dozen minor but essential small jobs they'd been handling. So everything is a giant perfect storm designed by the gods to keep me, personally, from having any fun."

The caracal slumped down on a chair beside the tigers. Selene moved to her to comfort Krissy while Zibby ran to get her some juice.

"If it helps, the doe said we could have a do-over. I got her contact info."

"It's not the same."

"Well, okay, we don't have to."

"I didn't say that."

Selene chuckled, but she knew what Krissy meant. It wasn't hard to find someone to role play hunter and prey stuff in this city, but these big outdoor events were about creating a whole different environment for it; particularly the serendipity and spontaneity of the hunt.

"I just want," Krissy began, "to not be the center of everything for once. To not have everything riding on me."

Selene pet her caracal. Zibby returned with the juice. They sat together in silence.

"Tell you what," Zibby said, "how about we cut out of here early and go to the pizza-cade. My treat."

"Thanks," Krissy said, "but I promised I'd help clean up."

Selene sighed, "Were you originally going to help out?"

"No, but since Todd and Zach are gone to the station I said I'd lend a hand."

"Well then," Selene said, "help out until they get back. Then pizza-cade."

"They might not get back."

"If they don't, you can help. If the do, pizza-cade," Zibby stated.

"They might be exhausted from the whole mess."

"Then help out. But if they're not; pizza-cade," Selene said matter-of-fact.

"I suppose," Krissy finally conceded.

It wasn't very long before Todd and Zach came strolling into the tent laughing their asses off. Everyone in the tent turned to look at their commotion. The jackal and jaguar spotted Krissy and headed her way, still barely composed.

"Holy hell, Krissy, that was something else," the jaguar Todd said.

"We cannot wait to tell you all about it."

"Everything went okay then?" she asked.

"For us, yeah," Todd replied.

"Not so much for them," Zach laughed.

"Good to hear!," Selene said. "We're planning on going to pizza-cade tonight."

"Ooh, fun. Play some games for us," Todd said.

"But I agreed to help here," Krissy protested.

"You said you'd help if Zach and Todd couldn't make it back. And they made it back," Selene remarked.

"And they don't look particularly exhausted by the ordeal," Zibby added.

The other two caught the tigers' tone.

"No, we should be good here," Todd said.

"Yeah, we really didn't have to do much there. Other than not bust a gut while they dug their grave deeper," Kyle added.

"But you wanted to tell your story," Krissy grasped for straws.

"Oh, trust us. We will not tire of telling this one for a long while."

Krissy sulked at the impending night off.

"No more buts," Selene said. "Pizza."

"Arcade." Zibby added.

"Fine," the caracal huffed.

#

They got themselves cleaned up, put clothes on, and headed off toward Jasper Jangle's Funtime Emporium. Though there was a short detour to pick up Zibby and Selene's cubs from Krissy's parents. They had not intended to pick them up for dinner, but one did not go to Japer Jangle's and leave cubs out.

They were greeted by the smiling and waving animitronics on in front of a glittering storefront on an otherwise bland strip mall. Corey buried his face in Zibby's leg while Diane attempted to challenge the mechanical apparitions to combat. "Come on, come on," Selene and Zibby ushered the two children past into the building. Krissy sulked behind.

Then came the great war of the pizza toppings. Diane wanted mushrooms, Corey wanted olives, and both hated the other's prefered topping on principle. Zibby and Selene just made certain they got a pinapple, jalapeno, and anchovy for their sullen friend. They knew her favorite.

The topping battle seemed pointless when the pizzas came. given the lack of flavor to any of them. But it was still pizza. Selene and Zibby had a great pitcher of swill beer to wash it down with. Krissy sipped at a cola as she nibbled one slice of pizza from her personal pie.

Arcade time consisted of one of the tigers herding the cubs about the ticket games while the other made sure Krissy was still doing alright. Normally Krissy would zone out in front of a coin pusher, but tonight she gravitated toward the Super Hunt 8000. She seemed intent on venting her frustrations and pent up hunter's instincts on some defenseless imaginary wildlife. Judging by the score she racked up, she was a one cat extinction level event on that virtual ecosystem.

Her blood lust partially sated, she slipped to the bar with Selene close behind. The cubs exhausted their allotted tokens and cashed in their tickets for what little trinkets they'd afford. Zibby herded them into the ball pit and tube area to play while he joined the ladies. The bar area was set up to overlook said play area, so parents could keep an eye on their cubs while indulging in libations.

"Sorry I'm not being more fun," Krissy apologized.

Selene's gut wrenched as she tried to think of an appropriate response. "It's okay. We know it sucked for you today. You don't have to feel better on account of all of this. If that makes sense."

Krissy nodded without saying anything.

"We just want to take care of you," Zibby said.

"I know," the caracal replied. "It is appreciated."

They said nothing for a while until Zibby spoke to say, "Uh-oh, Diane just pounced a rabbit boy. I'll be right back."

"She is your daughter," Krissy told Selene with a chuckle. The first mirth she'd shown in hours.

"Hehe, indeed."

A thought struck Selene after Zibby returned from damage control. "How about we go out hunting tomorrow night?"

"What?" Krissy asked. "Like actually kill animals hunting?"

"No, like go out to a bar or club somewhere. Spot a nice piece of prey across the room. Slip over to them, 'why hello there, cum here often?' Sweet talk them, seduce them, then lure them off to a cheap hotel room for the kill." She checked to make sure no cubs were within earshot. "And by kill I mean fuck."

"That sounds extremely creepy, Selene," Krissy replied.

"It's only creepy if they make it clear they aren't interested and you keep going. If they're not interested you write them off as a failed attempt and try another."

"Maybe," whether Krissy wanted talking into it or out of it was difficult to tell.

"Can I come with? If you go, I mean." Zibby asked.

"You're going to join us? Doing hunting type stuff? Actual sexy predator stuff?" Selene teased.

Zibby sighed. "I do predatory stuff sometimes."

"Like, at the super big meets where there are seven tiers of predator. And you're tier one. 'oh, no I hope no big predators come and take my kill from me and make a meal of me myself,'" Selene laughed.

Even Krissy chuckled. "Actually, I think I'd like to go if Zibby also wants to come."

"Oh?" While Krissy and Zibby were both considered mates by Selene they never had any sexual or romantic interest in one another. Outside of the inevitable seeing one another naked at the meets or tag-teaming Selene on her birthday they didn't see each other that way.

"Yeah, it'd be fun."

"Then it's a date?" Zibby asked.

"It's a date," Krissy replied.

#

The next night Selene took them to her selected hunting ground; The Sapphire Glade Nightclub in downtown Lyra. Selene wore a crimson gown cut low at the top and high at the leg. The tigress didn't like leaving much to the imagination. Zibby wore a black suit, a white shirt, a tie to match Selene's gown, and a watch that would be convenient for any astronauts in orbit above who needed to know the time. Krissy wore the polo shirt and khakis she'd had on at work that day.

The bouncer didn't care more than to check their I.D.'s and let them in. The interior of the large club glimmered with the blue lighting appropriate to its name. Techno music blared at just-under-deafening levels. Bubbles and fog drifted through the air refracting laser lights throughout. The air smelled of a mix of a wide variety of body sprays, perfumes, and colognes. The place was crowded, a tad surprising given it was the start of the work week.

"Ugh, it's all a bunch of kids partying and being rowdy," Krissy said when they were in with barely having glanced at the crowd.

"I think most of them are older than us," Selene pointed out.

"Ugh, a bunch of adults trying to reclaim their youth," Krissy adjusted her criticism.

"We'll fit right in then," Zibby said. Krissy couldn't disagree.

"Speak for yourselves. I can't be trying to reclaim what I never lost," Selene swished her hips.

"You are correct in that," Zibby responded quickly and correctly to avoid becoming a throw rug.

"Anyway, this is where we want to be," Selene remarked. "Lots of eligible individuals looking for serendipitous sexual encounters."

"Won't that be too easy?" Zibby asked.

"We're hunting," his wife informed. "When you hunt you want to go where the prey actually are. Maybe hunting sambar in the arctic would be more rewarding if you actually found one, but not a good strategy if you have any interest in eating."

"Besides, you're just learning," Krissy chimed in. "You have to kill an easy rabbit on the farm before you can take big game in the wilds."

"Generally wild tigers' parents bring them already wounded prey to finish off," Zibby countered.

"So, Selene breaks someone's leg and brings them to you to butt fuck?" Krissy asked with a giggle. She was lightening up already.

"Okay, the metaphor is getting a little out of hand now," Selene interjected. "Let's head to the watering hole, get us some appropriate beverages, and pick our strategy."

They followed the tigress to the bar for some pre-hunt sustenance: a martini for the suit, a glass of blood red wine for the tigress, and a craft cherry cola for the caracal.

"What's the plan?" Zibby asked.

Selene had her preferred strategy in mind, "Divide and conquer. Split up, get a feel for some people, meet back up to further strategize."

"Oh, uh," he sounded disappointed. "I thought we would do it all together."

Selene was thankful for the reminder. Most important to the night was having fun together. "Hm, yeah, you're right. We should. We should case the place first, though."

"We need to get to higher ground," Krissy added eyeing the mezzanine. "Where we can survey the quarry."

"Good thinking," Selene replied.

They headed upstairs and leaned against the rail to survey the targets below. Selene was tuned to the hunt now. Her eyes flicked about the crowd. Zibby and Krissy made their suggestions, but the tigress had already vetted and discounted their selected marks.

"There's a rat guy leaning on the bar," Zibby suggested.

"He's focused on doing some hunting himself. He very much knows what he's after."

"Cheetah lady over at the DJ booth could be a good time," came Krissy.

"Nah, she's already been propositioned by three groups and shot them down handily. Not an easy kill by any stretch."

"Otter person in the booths," Zibby said.

"They're here with a couple of friends who are off dancing. Don't seem really interested in the club and probably wouldn't appreciate unsolicited advances."

"You're just shooting everything down, huh?" Zibby criticized.

"We're hunting," Selene reminded. "You don't charge into the herd blindly hoping to grab something. You pick a target. Something sick, injured, or weak." She thought over her word choice, "Bad metaphor again. But you know what I mean. We want someone who will give us the best chance of success."

"How about the two foxes to the right of the bar?" Krissy suggested.

Selene searched for whom she referred. "I haven't seen them yet. They must have just arrived." Selene took stock of the fennec and gray fox struggling to get the bartender's attention. Their body language was a mix of excitement and apprehension as loud as the music in the room. They were obviously not familiar with this sort of environment but were hoping to have some fun anyway. Selene's tail flicked. "They are a distinct possibility."

"They seem skittish," Zibby added. "They might flee at the slightest provocation."

"Now you're getting this," Selene remarked.

"If they are uncomfortable here then they might be super eager to get out and spend time with three sexy furs as quick as possible," Krissy countered.

"A true point," Selene said. "Though that presents a different problem. If they just arrived and get such a wonderful offer right away they may erroneously believe something even better could be attained with a bit of patience."

"Speaking from experience?" Zibby teased.

"Way, way too much," Selene admitted.

"They're leaving the bar," Krissy said.

"Well, I have no real major objections. Should we give them a go?" Selene waited for a vote.

"Gotta roll the dice sometime," Zibby said.

"I want to yiff the foxies," Krissy made plain.

Selene grinned her huntress grin, "Let's move."

#

Back down on the main level the trio stood a short distance away from their vulpine victims. The three kept to an optimal distance using the cover of the crowd while not losing sight of their quarry. The two foxes sipped their cocktails at the edge of the dance floor uncertain of what they were suppose to do next.

"Plan?" Selene asked.

"Three pronged attack," Krissy pointed out. "Zibby, you slip behind them and drive them this way. Selene, you then flank them and disorient them. Then I'll head straight in and make the kill."

"Sounds good," Selene said.

"What am I suppose to do?" Zibby asked.

"Slip around behind and start hitting on them. Try not to be creepy about it," Krissy clarified.

"Those seem mutually exclusive instructions but I'll give it a shot."

"Alright, break." Selene said.

#

Selene moved through the crowd to her appointed spot. She kept her eyes on the foxes until her husband arrived behind them. They chatted nervously with the suited big cat but quickly excused themselves. They walked as brisk as they could right past Selene.

"Excuse me," the tigress said.

"Yes?" the unnerved gray fox answered.

"Was that tiger bothering you?"

"Not really? I think he was trying to hit on us."

"He asked us for the time," the fennec said.

"Seriously?" Selene called to Zibby. "You asked them for the time while wearing that watch?"

The male tiger headed their way sheepishly, "I forgot I had it on."

"You know him?" the fennec asked.

Well, the game was up. Honesty the best policy? "Sadly, he's my husband. We saw you from a ways off and thought you looked cute. He figured he'd try to chat you up, and I figured I'd stay close by if he screwed it up. He's new to this sort of thing."

"Okay, that's not weird at all," the gray fox said.

This went awkward fast. Selene felt the heel and figured they'd best bail on the plan, the bar, and possibly the city.

"Selene, Zibby," Krissy sauntered their way. The caracal worked her polo shirt and khakis better than Selene ever could her skimpy dress. The tigress had to keep from ravishing the woman there and then. "We came here to try and find some eager and consenting mates for a little fivesome, not make them horribly uncomfortable."

Selene shook her head. "Yeah, sorry, got out of hand."

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to them," the caracal demanded.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to upset you," Selene said.

"Yeah, same, sorry," Zibby said.

"Uh, it's okay, I guess," the gray fox said.

"Yeah, I'd probably do the same thing," the fennec admitted.

"Now," Krissy continued, "since you foxes clearly are not interested it would be horribly rude and improper, as well as illegal, to continue propositioning you. We will take our search elsewhere. Again, sorry for everything." She turned on a dime. "Zibby, Selene, come."

The tigers started following the crimson cat.

"Wait," the fennec said.

Krissy's back was to Selene but the tigress knew the caracal was grinning more wickedly than Selene could on a mountain of dead sambar. Krissy pivoted back around, her face now a faux curious one. "Oh?" she asked.

The two foxes exchanged fast chat and whispers. "We're not not interested," the fennec said.

"Yeah, we may have just gotten off on the wrong foot," the gray replied.

"My fault entirely," Zibby hurriedly assured.

"Well, then, I suppose that changes things." Krissy smiled her knowing smile. She shifted her weight. The foxes exchanged glances of excitement and anxiety. Krissy continued, "How about we find a seat and get to know one another? Maybe get some snacks and more beverages? My improper tigers' treats, of course."

#

After a round of drinks, snacks, and general getting to know one another they elected to continue the night's festivities at The Fig Garden love hotel, as it was a short cab ride away, and Selene had a punchcard full.

Once the door closed behind them Krissy backed the fennec into a corner. Seth glanced from the cat stalking him to the others watching them and back; his face flipped between terror and anticipation. Selene couldn't see her caracal's face but she knew that tongue was flicking across those lips. Krissy pounced. Seth yipped as Krissy dropped to her knees and took his slacks with her. His bare and very erect cock bobbed. She snatched the shaft in her paw and delivered two long licks to her prey before taking him into her muzzle. Seth's voice attempted to giggle at the cat's antics and moan in the pleasure suddenly welling through him. The crowd of onlookers giggled at the noise, the fox too distracted by his loins to be embarassed.

Selene rubbed hereself through her panties, those not being difficult to access from beneath her short dress. As much as the tigress wanted to watch her love dine, though, she had her own meal to which to tend. Pasi, the gray fox, had his eyes locked to the sight across the room. He would have been rubbing at the large bulge in his own trousers had Zibby not been tending it for him.

Selene turned and stepped in front of him, breaking his line of sight. She felt slightly bad denying him the view but hoped she'd be an adequate replacement. She pulled her skimpy gown over her head and tossed it aside. She reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it fall to the floor. The tigress pressed her bare tits with their hardened pink nipples together for Pasi's benefit. They fell to her chest as she shimmied her panties down to the floor. Standing in glorious nudity with legs apart she gave her pussy a few long rubs again for the fox's benefit. Well, really for her own benefit but he was welcome to the sight. She turned about and hoisted her tail to give him a nice view of her backside. She bopped her tail against his nose, and he playfully nipped at the offending appendage. She giggled.

Zibby left Pasi to his own devices so he could strip himself bare and lube himself up with a bottle from Selene's purse; she always traveled prepared. Pasi freed his member through the fly of his trousers for better access as he masturbated to the tigress's show. Selene licked her lips at his bare stiff cock. Where to put it first? Pussy, maw, or ass? So many good options.

She stepped up to him to unbutton his shirt as Zibby set about undoing Pasi's trousers. She unwrapped his chest as Zibby pulled the fox's pants down as Krissy had done to the fennec. The tiger male pressed his muzzle beneath Pasi's tail and planted a smooch between those cheeks. Kinks were contagious, indeed.

The tiger stood up and pressed himself tight against the gray fox. He ground his cock between the cheeks of Pasi's ass as the fox leaked precum over Selene's hand. He was quite generous in his precum production, the tigress noted. She decided she wanted his first load of ejaculate proper all over her belly.

Her other hand fondled his scrotum. "Nice pair of balls on this guy," he shivered with pleasure at the compliment.

"She does love balls," Zibby told the gray fox.

"We can't even take her to a sporting good's store," Krissy called from across the room.

"Hush, you," Selene said. The room laughed.

Back to the task at hand, Zibby asked Pasi, "Are you ready?"

"Mmm-hmm," Pasi gasped.

The fox yipped as Zibby pressed his member up Pasi's backside. Another large bead of pre squeezed out of his cock and over the tigress's hand. She didn't know whether she more wanted this moment to last or if she wanted him to give way and cum all over her immediately.

"Selene, come help me with this guy," Krissy demanded.

As reluctant as she was to leave the gray fox, she was more disinclined to disobey her caracal. Especially when this night was primarily for the latter's benefit. She left Pasi's cock in Zibby's capable reach-around and slipped over to the bed where Krissy straddled Seth.

Selene slipped between the legs of the fennec and caracal. Her attention was immediately drawn to those tawny balls at the base of the fennec's body. She licked those balls, wet with the juice of the caracal above him. She moaned her enjoyment and rubbed her pussy in attempt to sate her burning desire. Though her burning desire was having slight trouble being maintained as Krissy's ass kept bumping her head. "Settle down up there, I'm trying to get a snack in."

Krissy giggled and eased her pounding. Selene turned her attention to where Seth and Krissy joined. She lapped his cock and her pussy, both wet and salty with a mix of her juice and his precum. They moaned their approval at the attention. Selene lowered her head to tease the fennec's tailhole with her tongue. She lapped the cheeks of his ass a few times then gave his hole another long lick. She moved upward to wash his balls once again, then licked over his cock and the caracal's sex. She ended at smooching Krissy's butt cheeks and then giving her butthole a few long licks. Krissy gave way into orgasm, and her pussy milking the fennec pulled him over the edge with her. Juice and cum poured out between them. Selene congratulated herself on a job well done and lowered her head to suck Seth's sack clean. Both her hands worked her pussy until the scent and taste and absolute joy of indulging the two on the bed pushed her over the edge.

The fennec and caracal were spent for the time being, but Selene was far from sated. She climbed up from the bed and turned her attention to her husband and Pasi. Maybe she'd be able to make it back in time for that load of cum on her tummy, after all.

It wasn't to be. As soon as she turned around the fox gave way in Zibby's hand. He yipped as cum spurt from his pink length over the carpet. It was a small pity, but a good show never-the-less. Selene also made a mental note to tip the cleaning staff extra well, not that she ever didn't.

Zibby growled as he came into the gray fox's ass. The tiger, spent, stumbled back out of the fox and collapsed onto a chair. "Damn, that was intense. Thank you for that," he said.

"I should probably thank you," Pasi said.

"We should all thank one another," Krissy stumbled off of Seth. Her eyes still held a predatory lust, and this time they leveled at Pasi. The gray fox didn't know what to do with the caracal swiftly stalking toward him, so he just let her. Probably the right call.

She slipped behind him and dropped to her knees. She pressed her muzzle between the fox's cheeks. She eagerly lapped Zibby's cum as it dripped from Pasi's asshole. Selene and Zibby rubbed themselves at the sight. Krissy had never had any direct sexual interest in Zibby, so this was a sexy surprise for both tigers.

Finished with her meal, Krissy leapt to her feet. She chased the gray fox back onto the bed, forcing Selene to pull Seth out of the way lest they both be smooshed. Seth giggled an exhausted giggle as he and Selene tumbled to the ground. Krissy leapt astride Pasi and ground her pussy over him the way she'd done the fennec a few minutes before. The caracal put her fingers to her backside to spread her arsehole. "Hey, fennec, get in here."

Seth was clearly drained from his earlier mating with Krissy but wasn't about to let that keep him from the offer. He struggled to his feet, took a moment to lube himself, and mounted the caracal. He pressed his cock down into her arse. All three on the bed moaned their pleasure.

Selene helped Zibby moved the chair to get a better view of the show on the bed. Selene settled down on her hubby's lap, pressing her sex down over his member. She rubbed her clit as she ground on him, while he wrapped his arms about her to play with her tits. His teeth pressed against the skin of her shoulder through her fur. Their eyes fixed on the fox cocks stuffing the caracal's holes.

For a while the air was filled with just the moans and grunts of sex. Zibby said to his wife, "Can you let me go? I want to cum on them." Once again she had to deny herself a load of cum where she wanted it, but she wasn't about to deny him having fun the way he wanted. Besides, she knew from experience there was plenty more where that came from.

The male tiger staggered to the side of the bed and stroked himself vigorously. Selene suppressed her giggle at the tiger's horny fumbling.

He burst himself over the sides of the foxes and caracal. Selene noted it was the first time he'd done anything directly sexual to Krissy as well. That thought combined with the overall sight pushed Selene over the edge. Her hips bucked in the air. Juice squirted from her to join Pasi's cum on the floor.

She snapped her eyes open at the sound of fox yipping, not wanting to miss the guys cumming into her crimson love. Seth gave out first and filled Krissy's ass. His friend came immediately after. And her two holes being creamed pushed the caracal over the edge. She wailed her orgasm. The walls of this hotel were thick but that was probably still heard a room or two over.

The three lay entangled for a few minutes after. "Okay, I think I'm done," Krissy admitted.

The others chuckled. Lethargically they pulled themselves apart. Selene moved to the bed and pulled Krissy's's rump to her lap so she could watch the cum drip from those holes. "How about you order us some room service, Zibby?"

"Can do. Any suggestions?"

"They have good nachos here," Selene was also a connoisseur of love hotel room service. "Also maybe a case of beer, if that's good with everyone?"

"Cola for me," Krissy said.

"Of course," Zibby replied.

The foxes flipped through the various media on the television. "You can play video games here?!" Seth remarked. "Ooh, they have Cave Divers Superdeath."

"We should all do a round," Pasi said.

"I'm terrible at that game," Krissy remarked.

"Everyone is terrible at that game," Selene replied.

"Yuuup," the three guys said in unison. They all giggled.

After their room service arrived and they were comfortably chatting together Selene asked Krissy, "So, feeling better now?"

"Much, yes, thanks."

The foxes gave a curious look.

They explained to the foxes the nature of Krissy's recent annoyance on account of her role working rather than enjoying the predator/prey event.

"Ah," said Pasi.

"I've always been interested in that but have never really had the courage to look into it," said Seth.

That was the magic phrase to instantly put Krissy into promotion mode, "Well, I'd be happy to let you know anything about it. We have a wide variety of roles to play for whatever your interests. Usually prey and apex predator as well as a few in between roles, depending on the size of the event. From a safety standpoint we always have safe words in play, make certain to have snacks and hydration available, first aid and security in the field as well. We do our best to make sure everyone has a safe and fun time. Here, let me write down some websites for you."

The two tigers giggled softly together. There was no separating Krissy from her hobby-job, not entirely. But she was happy again, and that was what mattered.