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The festival Adapted from a collaboration with Mekar

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_ The bird moved slowly across the carpet, careful not to pluck any threads or pull at any fibres with her slender talons. She made it to the bedside, taking a moment to glance down at the sleeping feline stretched out in such innocent bedragglement. It took all her self-control not to reach out and touch her, stroke her fur, breath in her scent... but she managed, shaking her head resolutely and moving past, letting the brochure flit gently down to the bedside table. It landed with the lightest of breaths, yet the lioness stirred, a frown revealing itself from her hard, sincere features. With a silent smirk, the bird turned and snuck out, closing the door behind her._

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Aly woke with a satisfied sigh. Stretching slowly, her midriff rising into the air as her arms stretched out above her, she arched her back and beamed at the sun. It really was lovely waking up bathed in warm, orange light. But perhaps that was just the feline in her talking.

She turned her head and frowned, gaze settling on the pamphlet next to her. Kyano must have put it there before she left. Opening it up, the lioness read over the slip.

See it all at the Summer Festival, the biggest event in Erasia!

All ages welcome, excitement around every corner!

It went on to describe this and that; the rides that would be set up; the acts that would circulate the grounds; food, galleries, booths, activities... it truly was enormous. Of course, Aly had been before, right since she'd first come to Erasia, but that was back when the event was but a modest affair. Luna and Wynter, their two daughters, had gone every year. Now, with Theodore in tow, they could experience the whole thing anew. Aly smiled and tucked the brochure into a draw.

The festival was as grand as Aly had expected - vast oceans of cars rocked to and fro, shouldering each other for a parking space or striving in vain to escape the coming tides. Crowds of animals surged here and there on business of pleasure.

"The train was definitely a good idea." Kyano grinned, fluffing her wings gently. The carriages had been cramped, but a half-hour ride was infinitely better than throwing in lots with the traffic. By now they'd broken through the oppressive mass of excited bodies and into the electric air, laden with heavy scents of sugar, spice, frantic cooking and the aroma of a thousand different animals. The girls - Luna and Wynter - had opted to stay behind this time, more intent on playing with their new friends back in town than hanging with their boring old parents. That, and the fact that Luna had developed a 'crush to end all crushes' on a bluejay named Carter and was more than looking forward to an afternoon alone with him, away from the watchful eyes of her parents. Wynter was determined in her efforts to support her sister and rope the poor avian in. So, here they were, Alison, Kyano, and their little Theo, ready for some quality time together.

As if rebuffing that point, Kyano let out a triumphant whistle and threw open a wing. They had barely taken five steps before the excited bird bolted away, disappearing into the throng of animals like a bird possessed. Aly sighed, holding Theo's paw tightly, tapping her hindfoot against the stone path. After an age, Kyano reappeared, a sheepish look on her face.

"Sorry. I... there was cotton candy. You understand, right?"

Aly rolled her eyes, supressing both a grin and a desire to correct it to 'fairy floss.' Their different backgrounds showed in the way they spoke.

"I'll give you a pass. But don't rush off like that again."

"Sweets!" Theo reached out for the poof of pink sugar, wriggling out of Aly's grip. Kyano chuckled and pulled off a fluffy tendril, handing it to the griffin and delighting in his messy bites. Pink threads of the stuff coated the fur around his young mouth but the cub - as most cubs do - gave it little notice.

"So, what first?" Aly asked, casting another glance over the brochure.

"I reckon we go straight to-" She broke off as a small, shrill tone sounded from her wrist. Glancing at her watch as it beeped again, the avian gritted her teeth. "Damn. Now?"

"Hey, don't stress. We can just..." The lioness cast her gaze to the area around them, finally settling on a block of surprisingly elegant communal bathrooms. She pointed them out and grabbed Kyano's wing with her other paw, dragging her forward. The watch beeped again as they made it to the building, and Kyano sighed in dismay at the line before them. How many animals needed the damn bathroom?

Theo let out a whine. "Muuum... can I go see the lions?" He gestured insistently to the crew of zebras dressed in outrageously orange manes and furry hides. Aly sniffed at them, unable to help feeling a little insulted. "Seriously? You've got a lion right here, what more do you need?"

"But you're real..."

She really didn't understand kids. "Look, just a little longer. Mummy just has to... change."

That got his attention. His face lit up. "Yay! I miss daddy."

The lioness cast a cursory glance at her wife. The bird was too busy shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot. Aly placed a comforting paw on her shoulder. "We've got ages, don't worry."

"Have you seen the size of this line?"

"Trust me."

By the time the watch's warning beeps had rose in pitch enough to cause a few annoyed looks from surrounding parents, Kyano was ready to make a run for it. But Aly kept a tight hold of her wing, and soon after they made it inside. Closing the door of one of the kid's changing rooms - a larger room was infinitely preferable, and Theo was only just out of diapers, after all - Kyano reached into her bag and pulled out a small grey device. She gave her partner an apologetic cringe which the lioness quickly waved away.

"Hey, we knew this might happen, don't worry about it. I've missed my handsome husband, anyway. " A toothy grin flashed, setting the bird's nerves somewhat at ease. She took a few steps back, turning away, and Aly took the opportunity to pick Theo up, bouncing him gently in her arms. The little cub squealed in delight, pining for more, waving his arms pointlessly in the air. His wings unfurled, flapping without any real skill, but with enough effort he could almost imagine he was flying. They continued for a good minute, by which time Theo's limited stamina had reached depletion and his wings folded behind him as he panted. Aly grinned, putting him down on the changing table where the cub flopped onto his back.

"Aly?"

The lioness turned around, saw her husband standing sheepishly behind her, a bundle of light, pastel-coloured clothes held in front of him. The zebra's chest was broad, striped black and white as any zebra's ought to be. His pectorals, whilst not exactly rock-hard, were well-toned and lean, as were his arms which led down to large, strong hands, like that of a stock horse. His neck was thicker, his snout broad and pleasantly equine. His ears flicked as he looked at her, and his mane stuck straight out in a proud mohawk. His hips were narrow, his hindquarters tight (which Aly unashamedly took the greatest pleasure in) and his legs long, leading to stocky hooves that clicked against the tiles. As for the rest... well, that was covered by the bundle of clothes held in front of him. How boring.

_"_Aly?"

The lioness jumped, her reverie broken. "Ah, uh, yes, Kyano dear?"

"Can I put the clothes in your bag? Mine's full. Plus, you have my other ones."

"Oh, right!" She dropped a shoulder and let the bag slide down, catching it deftly and placing it on the table next to Theo. The cub, upon seeing the bottle strapped to the side, pulled it happily out and suckled at the milk inside. Despite growing out of infancy, the cub still enjoyed the occasional drink, and as Aly had stopped producing many months ago, he had taken to the bottle.

Unzipping the back compartment, the lioness pulled out a much larger, heavier bundle of clothes. She held out her other paw for the avian clothes, and frowned when Kyano didn't move.

"I'll put them in first." She said.

"D- do you have to?"

"Why? What's... oh." Aly grinned at her husband. Though this had been happening for longer than they could both remember, she always forgot the effect of an equine libido as it was.

"Well, who cares? We're in private." She said sweetly.

He gulped, but obeyed his wife - there was little point arguing. Handing her the clothes, he snorted in dismay when the lioness kept hold of the other bundle with an evil grin. She could see all of him now - his prominent inguinal lines, pointing straight down to his crotch. His heavy balls, hanging low, the perfect size for two soft paws. His thick, hot, mottled black and pink cock, hanging down at an insistent half-mast. Having been pressed against the clothes and his own skin, it now took the opportunity to rise a little.

"I do miss your cock when you're a bird." The lioness sighed, unconsciously licking her lips.

"Can I just have the clothes?"

"You think you'll be able to get them on with that thing sticking out? No, that'll never do." A throaty purr rose from Aly's throat, and she took a step forward.

"Aly, not now..."

"Oh, you're happy to do it yourself?" She shrugged, her advancement slowing. Kyano's eyes flicked to the floor and back up, a blush spreading to his broad nose.

"Um..."

"Come on, say you want it."

"I..."

"Say it."

"P-please touch me."

Aly smiled, taking a final step forward before stopping, falling to her knees. In front of her, the equine cock bobbed in the air, as hard now as it ever was. The shaft was much larger than any of her own toys - well, most of them, anyway. She could barely fit her paws around the girth. Letting out a giggle at Kyano's desperate whinny, the lioness reached up, the rougher pad on her paws making contact with the sensitive flesh. The zebra gasped, eyes bulging as Aly tugged gently on his length. Regulating her movements, the lioness began jacking the cock, drawing the flesh slowly up and down, up and down, right up to the flared head and down to the dark sheath. Her other paw, previously at his balls, fondling the weighty spheres, came up to join the activity, and with two paws Aly could now get a full grip on it. She sped up slightly, the fur of her cheek gently tickling the stomach of her partner who gasped, bringing a hand to the back of her head and gently tugging at her hair. Not normally one to give in so easily, Aly none the less shrugged and obliged, pulling her hands further down to work at the base while her maw opened wide. Drawing a long lick from balls to tip, she suckled at the head, savouring the musky taste. Wrapping her lips more securely, hours of practice served her well as she pushed her head down, diving a few inches before coming back up, just giving him light head for now. A paw came away once again, yet this time trailed behind, leaving light scratches at the zebra's hips and flank. Reaching his tail, Aly twirled the hair between her fingers, tugging firmly at it. Kyano let out a moan, and Aly pushed her mouth further down, her warm saliva coating the tool thoroughly as her lips tightened. All too soon the sensations became too much - zebras never were one for stamina when it came to the maw of an experienced lioness - and Kyano's whinnies became shrill as he bucked his hips against his wife. Pulling away with a gasp, she grinned up at him as she continued to stroke the cock over her shoulder, staring him in the eyes. Kyano's own blue irises closed tight as he brought a hand to steady himself against the wall, head pounding as great eruptions of cum burst from his dick, coating the wall and floor. He stayed there for a long time, panting heavily, until finally Aly stood, shaking the cum from her paw and then washing it under the tap. Thankfully the fur on the back of her paws wasn't too thick.

"Crap. What are we supposed to do with all this mess?"

Aly glanced around, her gaze resting on a mop and bucket. A handy thing to have in a kid's changing room, though today for all the wrong reasons. "You get the floor, I'll do the wall."

"Got it." The zebra set to work mopping up his own seed, while Aly padded to the wall. That's where most of it had gone - he was an impressively potent animal, her husband. A couple of rolls of paper towels later, she dusted her hand together. It wasn't the world's best job, but it would do as long as nobody ran an ultraviolet light over the place.

"Done."

"Good, let's get out of here. Don't forget to get dressed."

"Oh, crap, yeah." He stopped, just about to open the door. That could have been disastrous.

And then there was a knock on the door, insistent. "Is anyone in there? We need the change rooms!"

Aly paled, gesturing frantically to her husband to get dressed. "Y-yeah, just a sec!" When everything was in order she unlocked the door and was immediately pushed aside by a blur of fur. A female deer and a rather unhappy baby materialised by the table, and she was already stripping her off. When Aly turned to go she came face to face with another deer - presumably the father. The animal gave her a once-over and then took a step back, a strange look on his face. Aly started, confused, before Kyano stepped between them.

"Let's go." He murmured.

"But-"

He didn't give her time to argue, and the father gave them a wide berth as they passed. Once outside, Aly turned to her zebra in outrage. "What the hell was that?"

"He was probably stressed."

"He bloody well was not. Jesus, animals these days. What does he think I'll do?"

"Eat him."

Aly hit her husband, but not too hard. She was still holding Theo, after all. "Let's just go and do something fun."

"Good idea. Feel like a game of anything?" He ruffled the cub's hair, the animal underneath the brown scruff perking up at the word 'game.'

They made their way down the winding brick path, pointing out joyful obscurities and colourful displays. It didn't take long to arrive at the first of the sideshows; the terribly named "Duck for Prizes!" Then again, the painfully unsubtle names were all part of it. All it entailed was using a long plastic rod tipped with a rubber hook to catch one of the many feral-shaped ducks floating aimlessly around a doughnut-shaped ring of water. Padding over, Aly handed over enough money for three games. Taking the rod deftly in one paw, she elected herself to go first, decided on one of the smaller ducks. Underneath lay the number 12, and all three looked hopefully to the large blackboard next to the display of various toys and gizmos. Was it a winning number? No, it was not. Aly frowned and shoved the rod to her partner. It was a dumb game anyway.

Kyano doesn't fare much better, finishing with a number 22 that nets precisely nothing. With a groan worthy of describing his lack of toys, Theo holds out his own paws for the third and final go. Not entirely sure what's going on, Aly picked him up and helped him hold the rod, gently placing a paw under the rod to make sure it stayed up.

"Which duck do ya want, hun?"

"All of them!"

"Uh... alright, but which one's your favourite?"

"Um..." Theo narrowed his eyes, deep in thought as he watched the thirty or so near-identical ducks continue to circulate. "Uuuum... that one!" He pointed to a mass of ducks.

"Right..." Aly helped guide him to the spot, and with a little effort Theo was able to hook one. Bringing it up, Aly handed it to Theo. "What's the number?"

Theo looked at his mother, confused. "Wha? I got a prize!"

"Uh... no, that's the duck."

"But..." Theo frowned. "I thought I... I get a duck?"

Aly gave the stall owner an embarrassed smile, but the gecko behind the counter waved the apology away. After a little persuasion, they turned it over. Number 17. They looked at the board. Surely this one would be a winner?

Apparently not. Nothing there. The old gecko cleared his throat and reached behind the counter, bringing out two little slips of card.

"Ma'am, I'm pleased to say you, uh... you got the lucky 17!"

"The what now?" Aly tilted her head at the lizard.

"Well, it's like this. There's, uh... a secret number that nets you two free tickets! You can use them at other stalls."

"Yay!" Cheered Theo, despite a lack of knowledge of what exactly the tickets were. Aly grinned and rolled her eyes, then nodded in knowing thanks to the old reptile as she dropped the duck back into the pool - much to the disappointment of her cub.

Next up was a sideshow of similar design, however this time the prize was awarded to they who could knock over six tin cans with two balls. Funny what passed for entertainment these days. At the counter stood a tall grey magpie, twittering a spiel to any who passed by. His accent was classically showman-like, full of pronounced 'roll up's and 'test your skill!'s. Aly waved politely at him as the trio arrived, and his grand speech cut off abruptly as he fluttered in front of them, fluffing his wings cockily.

"Well hello there you three. Enjoying the fair?" He addressed Theo, an easy smile at his beak as he ducked down a little. "Any prizes yet?"

"Not really..." Lamented Theo, though the cub soon piped up. "But we got tickets!"

"Ah, is that so? Then perhaps your luck will turn!" The bird struck a pose, and two balls appeared in his talons. He threw them up and down, catching them casually as he turned to the parents. "If you have the tickets, I'll take them now please. Then we can get started!"

Aly handed over the two tickets and purchased another. Once again, she elected herself to go first, determined to win her cub something. Catching the balls thrown to her, she aimed carefully, sighting the tin cans. They're just cans. Easy to knock over, right? She pelted the ball with all the speed she could muster - indeed, when it came to speed, no other lioness could best her. When it came to accuracy, however...

The ball shot into the back of the tent, dislodging a cup from a bench and spilling the vestiges of what looked like coffee over the floor. Kyano burst out laughing while Aly brought her paws to her face.

"Crap, sorry!"

"Ah, no bother, no bother." The magpie shrugged, darting into the back and mopping it with a cloth in one smooth motion. "An excellent shot, if I do say so."

"I don't suppose it counts for anything?"

"No. But nice try."

The lioness let out a growl and aimed again, more carefully this time. Consciously adjusting her throw, this time the ball sailed slowly through the air, and while it's trajectory remained true - the ball merely bonked into the corner of the top can and bounced away. Aly decided this was a stupid game too.

Next up was Theo, and he grabbed the balls happily. He immediately threw one, and giggled as it bounced on the counter and into the waiting talon of the grinning magpie. His next shot had as much success, though he seemed even more delighted when the bird deftly moved his head into the ball's slow path and pretended to be hit. He was a good showbird, Aly had to give him that.

Lastly, Kyano. Aly moved close behind him, scrutinising her partner's every move. Surely, if she couldn't do it, he couldn't either? Well. Kyano squeezed one eye shut, stretched out a hand, then threw the ball expertly with a healthy mix of speed and panache. Aly let out a growl as two can fell to the ground.

"A marvellous shot!" Laughed the magpie. "Two in one. Think you can get the rest?"

"We'll see." Kyano murmured, lining up his next shot. Aly, behind him, glared. Then, the glare became something rather more... sinister. Her paw snaked up behind him, claws twirling themselves in his tail. The zebra grunted in surprise, thrown off course, but gave his best to ignore her and adjust his aim. Her other paw came to his front, hovered just before his crotch, and right when Kyano went to throw - she grabbed his flaccid sheath, tightly, but still tenderly enough to send pleasurable sparks darting through his groin. Kyano let out an eep as his arm spazzed, hurling the ball across the counter horizontally and bouncing away into the darkest recesses of the tent. The zebra glared at his wife, who merely turned, paws behind her back, and became extraordinarily interested in a patch of grass by the clown tent.

"Ah, an un-unfortunate miss, my good man." Drawled the magpie, who had clearly seen most of what went on and was trying his utmost to keep a straight face. "However, at two cans, I have the pleasure of giving you these. Or, at the very least, returning them." And from behind his back popped two sideshow tickets. Kyano took them with an embarrassed grin and made his way over to where Aly was still closely inspecting the grass.

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

As the family continued further into the crowd, one attraction stood out from the rest, towering high above in the bright and friendly way ferris wheels do.

"Mummy, look!" Theo pointed happily to the gargantuan ride, flapping his arms excitedly. By a stroke of luck, the line barely snaked beyond the barrier, and so within the half hour they were settling comfortably into a carriage, Theo demanding a lap to sit on so as to view the packed surroundings. Moment later they were up, climbing higher and higher. Being a griffin, the little cub didn't even blink at the height -- Kyano, too, spent much of her time as a bird. Only the lioness had to wave away the slight twangs of fear niggling her sides.

The next few minutes were magical for Theo, who for once sat quietly with eyes wide as he took it all in from their prize spot. Each time they dipped below the peak he let out a little huff, only to bumble in delight when they once again began an ascent. But all too soon, their time was up. Having been among the last to embark, the three prepared to enjoy one final rotation as each carriage was emptied. It also marked the moment Aly made the mistake of glancing down, and it took all she had not to yelp and slide whimpering under a chair. Rather, she concentrated on what she did best -- teasing her husband. The sly lioness pretended to concentrate on the view (though focusing her gaze intently on the bars rather than the endless abyss beyond) as she moved her legs apart slightly. Reaching her arms up, she stretched, letting her loose shirt open at the sleeves and gifting a generous view of the bra underneath. The zebra, of course, noticed immediately. After a couple of moments she relaxed, smiling innocently at him, and leaned back to wait.

The slight glimpse was only the beginning. She saw the zebra shuffle uncomfortably in a poor attempt to adjust his pants.

As the carriage neared the disembarkation, Aly reached over and ran a paw swiftly and firmly over his groin, admiring the thick outline snaking down one leg, a small dark wet spot just above his knee. The zebra batted her hand away, and when the door opened a second later, she padded out and turned to watch Kyano disembark, hands hanging awkwardly in front of him as he tried to garner as little attention as possible. The problem with zebra errections is just that they are so darn big. The outline was clearly visible to the ground -- most of whom coughed and looked the other way, but a few of whom stared outright at the display.

"Nice one. Now everyone knows how hung you are." Aly giggled.

"Shut up." He growled, rolling his eyes and pushing her away from the crowd. Glancing around, he spied a large tent crouching beyond a small line of food stands, modestly titled 'reptile pavilion.' He steered them inside, where it was nice and dark and people couldn't stare at his crotch.

"But I was enjoying that." Aly pouted. The zebra ignored her, glancing around before spying two large, open doors. A small crowd was in the process of filing inside, so the three joined the line to see what the auditorium had to offer.

The interior felt much like a travelling circus, albeit one with rather more class. A few small tables were set up on a stage, with what Aly assumed were little cloth-covered cages perched on top. They made their way to the very back, where the seats were dimly lit and scarcely populated. The three sat down swiftly, Theo climbing onto Kyan's masculine lap and settling happily in to watch the show. Aly, meanwhile, tried not to gasp out when she felt her husband grab her collar and pull her close.

"Don't think you're getting away with what you did back there." He whispered gruffly, moving in to gently kiss her neck. Aly's jaw clenched, trying not to moan out softly in pleasure.

"Not... here."

"Why? It isn't like you minded doing it right on the ferris wheel." He chuckled to himself, hot air whoosing onto her exposed neck. Slowly, gently, he moved her wide collar over and below one shoulder, revealing more fur to kiss and lick. A free hoof found its way to her groin, pushing her legs apart and delving in with little fanfare. She let in a sharp breath when he found her slit, found that little bump just barely inside the lips. "Don't kid yourself, hun. You know you like the danger of being in public."

She tried to shake her head but was rendered immobile when Kyano begun a dextrous assault on her clitoris. Spreading her lips, wetting the tips of his fingers before circling and gently rubbing her button, exploring around it, touching her in all the right places.

Alison let out a soft, low moan, her legs tense and paws grasping the armrests. In front of them, the show had begun, but only Theo paid attention with the rest of the audience. In front of them, families took in the sights and sounds of the animals being paraded on stage, unaware of the scene playing out behind them. All it would take was for one child or adult to turn around, see the handsome zebra with his hand in her pants, kissing and nipping at her neck, seeing her silently mewl and flick her head in delight.

"You should take more care of yourself more dear... Wouldn't want you to overheat." He whispered into her neck, and removed his hand from her wet groin to pull her shirt up from the hem. Her braless chest was bared to the room, small, perky breasts just waiting to be touched. The zebra's head moved, a trail of kisses leading him to the dark, sensitive nubs of her nipples peaking out from light tawny fur. His broad, warm tongue twirled around the erect nipples, the slight breeze wafting through the tent ruffling her hair and dragging across her hard buds. Kyano begun using his teeth to carefully add pressure, tugging gently between flicking them with his tongue. His other hand returned to its spot between her legs, only this time it pulled her pants and underwear easily down to the knees. There was no hiding now if someone turned around.

His practiced fingers returned to her waiting clitoris, and he used his index and thumb to work her through the motions. Aly was breathing hard now, doing all she could not to scream out in pleasure. After a moment, he opened her lips wider, slipped a finger straight inside her sopping hole. He cocked the finger, felt upwards for the roof of her cunt, searching for that extra sensitive area in her pussy. Aly could only hope he wouldn't find it - she couldn't take much more as it was.

He inserted another finger, still using his thumb to manipulate her clit, sliding softly but firmly in and out of her.

Another moan escaped her open maw, only this one was just a little louder, so she brought her paws to her mouth to stifle her exclamations. She began to move her hips against him, pushing into his expert hands with more and more urgency. Her eyes searched the room in a mixture of fear and lust, seeing the families with their attention fixed ahead, watching the show. When his fingers first touched that area deep in her cunt, that part that made her scream, she had to bite down on her hand hard enough to shallowly cut it to prevent her alerting the entire room. She was close.

Kyano sensed it, slowed his assault, and his lioness let out a quiet whine. "P-please, just... let me finish."

"Finish what?" He growled.

"Cum... I need to... I need to cum." She panted into his ear between mewls and whines.

Kyano made a show of considering it, but just as Alison was about to repeat herself he nodded, a grin plastered on his muzzle as he got back to business. It took only a second for Alison to gasp, loudly, and shove her face into his neck to muffle the moans. She bit his mane, smelling his scent, squeezing her eyes shut, riding out the strongest orgasm she'd had all month. Her face scrunched up from the pleasure, and she felt the strangest urge to sneeze.

After a minute or two, panting quietly, she moved her husband's hand away to give herself a little time to recover. Kyano was smiling at her, and past the lust and amusement was the sapphire hues of love. She smiled back at his, her breathing slowing, pleasure dipping just low enough to bring back that ache to continue. She took his hand again, bringing it to her throbbing cunt, signalling she was ready for another. His hand ignored it, instead stroking the soft, slightly damp fur of her thighs, her tight stomach, the inner parts of her leg. Teasing everywhere but the one spot she needed.

Aly growled quietly, and soon Kyano relented, returning once more to her warm pussy. Sighing happily as small, pleasant waves of pleasure washed over her, she looked over to see Kyano's own excitement straining against his trousers. She reached over, unbuttoning his pants, swiftly pulling out his impressive length. Her paws looked tiny against the dark equine cock, and she began rubbing it slowly. Her thumb gently touched the sensitive, already wet tip, having to concentrate to see past her own pleasure. Now, both of them had to stay quiet. The first five minutes were simple enough, but as the show entered its final act, Kyano focused more on her clit, and Alison applied more pressure and urgency to his cock. The both couldn't help letting small pants and whines escape, and then suddenly Aly reached that peak, that explosion of colour that was her second orgasm. She gritted her teeth, nuzzling her husband's neck to stay quiet, bucking her hips and riding the mind-blowing tsunami of pleasure. Her hand gripped her husband's, slapped it away as she panted heavily, her other paw still working his huge, thick length.

It was Kyano's turn now to moan, letting her know he was about to cum. That was when Aly realised their situation - a pent-up, pantless Zebra was about to explode, in a public theatre, without any tissues in sight.

Aly quickly pulled up her own pants before grabbing his cock in both paws and stretching her maw over and down onto his broad flare. She only stroked it twice before he came, thick, powerful spurts filling her mouth. She gulped, barely in time for another mouth-filling spurt, and soon she pulled away, trying to swallow another mouthful. Grabbing the back of her husband's head, she took advantage of his length and flexibility to push him down onto his own cock and force him to drink up the seemingly endless jets. After a moment he too had to pull away, and Aly returned to drink down the final few spurts. Kyano merely sat there for a moment, tongue coated in his own cum, breathing in heavily through his nose. Alison grinned, reaching forward to ruffle Theo's hair as he continued to watch the play.

Then she saw him. Two bright green eyes, sparkling and interested, staring right at them. The eyes belonged to a fox, sitting only three or four rows in front of them, subtle enough not to be obvious, but clear in that he had seen it all.

The fox turned back to the show without a word, and pangs of worry ran through Alison. How much had he seen?

Kyano hadn't noticed, too busy pulling his pants up. A minute later, the show had finished and everyone got up. Kyano scanned the crowd, but the fox was gone. She was ready to order a quick get away when there was a tap on her shoulder.

The fox grinned "That was quite the show. You ought to have been the ones on the stage."

Alison was silent, and Kyano just looked confused. The fox grinned.

"Whatever you're thinking, don't. Believe me, I ain't gonna judge. You look like decent enough folk. Say..." He grinned, waved in a general westerly direction. "If ya want, come by my tent a little later. Maybe we can all have some fun."

Alison blinked, raised a claw to reply, but the fox had already turned and disappeared into the exiting crowd.

"Who was that?" Kyano asked, bouncing the happy Theo on his hip.

"I haven't the foggiest." Alison murmured. "But we're probably going to find out."