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Lolo sighed and shifted his arms beneath the pillow here, head resting sideways against the comfortable fluff warmed from constant shivering breaths. He swallowed and adjusted where he lay atop the mattress, belly-down with his knees drawn up and rump hoisted high into the air, the base of his thick tail held up and out of the way by another helping paw.

He could feel her breath tickling out across his tail as the squirrel got a better look at him, one paw rubbing along the base while the other stroked down along smooth skin. Amanda behind him let out a little giggle as she squeezed in along his rump there, fingers digging into plush warmth and thumb circling in underneath his tail, just barely teasing at the rim of his pucker certainly on display for her... Lolo grumbled again and turned his head the other way in an attempt to hide his blush, then did so again when Amanda leaned in and exhaled across his tailhole.

This, she knew, resulted in a twitch, pucker and clench, then again when she did so a second time with another giggle. "Cute," the squirrel mused, and slid her paw back and forth along his rump there, squeezing and feeling, bunching the firm yet soft flesh in her palm, giving a tug, and then settling it back into place. Soon her other paw drifted down from the base of his tail to join the first along the other side, at once pushing his rump together before thumbs slid in between, tugged apart, and spread him for her.

"You're so... soft," the squirrel cooed. Another squish and squeeze, and then this time she ran the pads of her thumbs right along the exterior of his pucker, right where sensitive skin began to wrinkle and pull in towards the tight ring of muscle at the center. "I could do this all day."

Lolo rumbled where he lay and glanced back over his shoulder at her - but when their eyes met he felt his blush redouble, and hid his face again. "Well - are you?"

"Oh..." This word she let out as a low, slow sigh, warm breath trickling up beneath the base of his tail, around the swell of his rump, down along the back of his sack and, of course, tingling right up at the center of that ring of muscle. "Of course not. I got plans."

"What ar-"

Foolish of him to ask. Lolo's words caught in his throat as suddenly and gently as the side of his cheek caught in Amber's teeth, the squirrel nipping softly along the exterior of his rump. This little nip tilted into a soft kiss and suck, followed by a second a little closer, then another up towards the side of his tail... then one beneath, and another, and another, her paws now turned to spread him open so she could fit her muzzle beneath that thick appendage. Another puff of breath caused him to tighten and clench, then relax - then tighten again when her lips dragged along a spot just beside his ring.

Amanda chuckled again, the little puffs of breath tickling so sweetly here against him. Then she swallowed, sighed, took in another breath... and this time settled her lips directly against Lolo's tailhole, soft and gentle at first, settling in place there before she rolled her muzzle in a slow circle, back and forth. The sensation made him shiver, then tighten up again when her kiss turned into another nip, lips coming together towards the center, then giving way to a gentle suction. Her tongue followed afterwards, flicking out from between pursed lips, up and over the center of his tailhole - and then she drew back, scoffed softly, swallowed again, and dove right back in.

This time it was her tongue that led the motion, circling around and over tightly clustered ridges and wrinkles just as her lips had done a moment before, then swirling in towards the center. Another sigh pushed its way from Lolo's mouth: he shivered, gripped the pillow against his muzzle and chest, and angled himself back for her, reflexively clenching and relaxing in response to the way her tongue danced around, across, over, and just barely _inside_his ring. Careful thumbs came in along the exterior of his tailhole, running easily across sensitive skin and tugging him, spreading him, until his muscles shivered and shook and then relaxed so that she could dig and lap and suck gently along the revealed interior flesh, smooth and hot and moist. Each flick sent a wonderful tingle up his back, causing his tail to lift up a little bit further - and making him clench back as well.

As she spent more time here Amanda became more adventurous as well, her little kisses turning into more open-mouth pulls, tongue dragging up and over the exterior of his tailhole, then giving way for her to wrap her mouth around him and suck, swallow, lick again and again. Gradually the squirrel began to work her way down, leaving a string of soft yet wet kisses as she went.

Lolo sighed yet again and melted into the pillow, letting his legs drift apart as she worked her way down. One of her paws shifted back up towards the base of his tail, though this time she wrapped her fingers around it so that her thumb could linger underneath, swirling and sliding along the sheen of thick saliva she had left dripping from his pucker, circling and poking into the center, pressing in through the muscle, digging slowly in, while she continued on down.

Her tongue came out and slid along his hanging sack, rolling his balls back and forth over it until she pursed her lips, slid in against the soft skin, and suckled gently there, drawing in one and then the other - and then she tugged back, pulling his dripping arousal behind them, before letting both pop free from her mouth. Then another drag of her tongue, this time between his balls, up along the back of his sack, and up over his twitching pucker, where she settled for another suck and kiss.

"Oh, yes," she breathed again. "I've got lots of plans for you."

Daet Wolfuar

Lan shivered and sank back into place where the sat, legs half-folded beneath him and arms reaching back for balance and support. Every time he drew in a breath through parted lips and dry throat, he both felt and tasted the presence of nature all around him, from the spice of cedar and pine to the steady chill of the river that wove its way off and to the side a bit, its quiet whispering audible to him even beneath his own panting.

Paws in place there, the mouse gave a push and lifted himself up again - then just as smoothly, just as slowly lowered himself right back down, another reflexive squeeze and shiver arcing through his body as he did so. Again and again he followed this rhythm, the warmth of his husband's body beneath him just spurring him on further, every lurch and lean serving to bring the two even closer together.

He couldn't deny that there was certainly something special in doing this out here, out in the theater of open nature with who knows what between the trees as their audience. The sounds of the forest and river in his ears, the scent and taste of the wilds, the cool, dew-strewn sensation of thick grass and wood litter beneath his bared ankles... although of course Shel was the one bearing the brunt of that, the lion completely naked as he lay along the not so soft bedding of earth and fallen leaves, his own paws resting lightly along Shel's thighs in his lap.

Strong claws dug gently into the mouse's flesh and tugged him down, yet again burying the lion's length deep inside him. Another gasp and shiver and thrust, and Shel's body shook as another reflexive clench echoed through him, his own arousal bouncing up and slapping against his bare belly. Though he still had the shorts and underwear he had worn on this short hike with him, to say that he still wore them now would have been a bit of a stretch for the word, considering how they shifted and flapped loose from one footpaw every time he moved.

The anticipation had played a big part in it, of course, to the point where when the two had settled on this spot, when mouse turned to lion and ran his paws down his familiar form, he had already fully worked himself up. Shel had giggled at him as he undid his pants fly, then had to tug the waist of his underwear forward to get it over the mouse's twitching shaft... and then, for a time, Lan felt the cool wetness of the forest floor seep in through the fur of his knees as he attended to his lover, certainly not for the first time since they had come out here on this little getaway trip.

All to escape family and the trials of daily life, just the two of them out in the middle of nowhere with the car and a large tent set up for sleep. Naturally, a bit more than just sleep had happened there in the three days they had been out here: the nylon material of the walls worked a_delightful_ job of catching and maintaining hot, dense scent, rich and intoxicating, especially after a day's hike around the woods and ridges surrounding their site.

A shaky breath trickled out from between Lan's lips, and for a moment he had to swing a paw forward and press it against the lion's chest bared before him. He swallowed, shuddered again, and this time intentionally clenched around his husband's length buried to the hilt inside of him, close and firm enough that he could feel the supple skin of Shel's sheath kissing up against his stretched tailhole. The lion rumbled, ran his paws back and forth over Lan's thighs, and then gave another thrust and bump, pressing at that perfect spot inside of him - which made him grit his teeth, squeeze again, and then empty another glob of thick, sticky pre into the shimmering puddle that had gathered in his bellyfur there.

So far it was just the two of them out here, but Lan had to admit there was something to pretending it might not be. The idea of being out here for anyone and anything to see, privacy maintained despite the lack of cover or walls... he brought his other paw forward, pressed both down onto Shel's shoulders, and resumed his original rhythm, swinging his hips slowly forward and back as he rode the lion. Shel licked his lips and smiled up at him, and Lan smiled back, and then the two leaned together to meet in a soft kiss followed by a second, a third, a fourth... and then the mouse felt deadly-sharp feline fangs nipping and tugging at his lips, pulling him in and keeping him there for more.

Out here it could be just the two of them in their own little world, enjoying one another's presence without fear of interruption from their regular lives. While their tent sat at a spot right at the fringes of cell service, today the two had hiked until that last little bar winked out and the endless loading cycle came up - and that was when they turned to one another to really indulge. For a while Lan could forget about taxes, and his responsibilities at work, and the conversation his mother kept on pushing him to have with her, and the risk of a freeze in the pipes back home, and-

-and Shel's paws reached up to grip at his arms, once more yanking him back down into place. Shel braced his footpaws against the ground, briefly slipped along the moist ground, and then used that leverage to piston himself up and into the mouse, again and again and again, soft barbs along his length tugging and tickling so wonderfully at the rim of his tailhole. That was a sensation he could never get tired of.

Lan straightened up a bit, once more moving a paw back to one of Shel's knees, while the other slid down to the lion's belly. There beneath layers of age - he had been a football player back in college - old muscles still flexed and tensed.

That was good. Lan licked his lips and leaned back into the rhythm, smaller body bouncing with each forceful thrust upward. He _planned_on putting the lion through his paces again, for the last two days they had here.

RuariYeen

The hyena shivered and pressed her head back into the pillow underneath her, more to find a comfortable spot rather than to actually pull herself away. A warm, comfortable weight on her chest, carefully balanced part of the way down with a second smaller one along one of her shoulders, and then another sinking down into the mattress near her head - and a hundred different things going through her mind all at once, her own body tense and tight with sensation and desire.

An early bedtime wedged between her partners had turned into quite a late one, what with Shekh here kneeling along her chest, legs spread around her body in quite a comfortable and familiar pose for him, and Kekipi off to the side. Ruari kept her head angled up and tilted to the side a bit, nose twitching, breath coming in deep, full draws through flared nostrils, then trickling back out between parted lips as she dug deeper and deeper forward.

The other hyena sitting atop her chest kept one paw along her breast, gently and carefully teasing the still somewhat young piercing there back and forth between his knuckles, while the other moved and slid in a slow rhythm directly above her muzzle - which put the end of his hard shaft right against her nose, in a perfect spot so that every time he came forward, every time he squeezed his forefinger and thumb, his smooth, arousal-slickened foreskin rolled up, caught along the front of her nose, and left another little streak and trickle of scent and stickiness there, before it flipped up and bunched forward over his head. There he squeezed and held it for a moment, occasionally drawing his grip all the way up to pull those bunched wrinkles out into a smooth tug, and to squeeze out the gathered drips inside - but right after this he always resumed his rhythm, pushing down until the rim of his head came free from the supple ring of skin, and he shivered, and throbbed, and his scent poured down over her again like a thick ooze.

She swallowed, able to feel him in the back of her throat and along her tongue even though she had specifically, deliberately avoided taking a lick, no matter how much she wanted, and instead rolled her head a bit to the other side. One paw rested along Shekh's thigh, fingers arrhythmically squeezing at the soft fur and softer flesh beneath, while her other reached down beneath his body to work at herself - and she tapped her nose against Kekipi here, kneeling on the mattress so nearby. Immediately the scent wafting into her nose and awareness changed, sharpening a bit and picking up a higher, richer spice to it, but still his musk came so close to the other male's - and of course, still Shekh's came through beneath everything else, well-ground into the fur of her muzzle, smeared across her lips, dripping back along her nose.

She swallowed again and shivered as she ran her own paw over herself, slowly circling her nose back and forth around the tip of the ocelot's shaft. Kekipi's legs gave a shudder and he leaned forward a bit, holding himself at just the right angle for her to attend to him like this: every circle and swirl of her nose over the sensitive, slightly-damp flesh there made him shudder and sent the feline's tail flicking and lashing behind him, and when she finally settled back in against the pillow, Ruari cast a drunken smile and giggle up his way. Kekipi smiled as well, faint embarrassment warming the cream-colored fur of his cheeks, then turned his head as Shekh draped his other arm over his shoulders - and then Ruari got to sit back and watch as the two met in a soft kiss which then opened to a second, and a third, and a fourth, right here on top of her as they rubbed and wiped themselves against her muzzle.

Each inhalation brought in both of them, rubbing and bumping against one another as they pawed themselves off above her, Shekh's thicker, slicker foreskin mashing and curling against Kekipi's softer, stretchier one, mix of musk and pre dribbling down, sticking together, hanging off in heavy strings. Ruari licked her lips, just barely tasted the salt and spice of her boys' combined presence atop her, and shuddered again as she then squeezed her own foreskin up and forward, wrapping it snug around the piercing down there as well.

That one was too easy to treat too roughly, but done just right, with the perfect combination of pressure and angle... one of the hyena's legs kicked, and she let a shaky, breathy moan out just before pressing her nose against both of them. The way her own supple skin rolled and folded up and over the little knob of the piercing there, then slid up across her head, slimy and wet from her own dribbling arousal and interest.

It had started so simply and easily earlier in the night, with Shekh on one side of her and Kekipi on his other side. Grinding and thrusting turned into panting and gasping, and then Ruari awoke to adventurous paws pushing their way through her fur, up beneath her bra, down into her panties. Some giggling and panting, an eager hyena boy grinding against her... and then somehow, somehow, she had ended up on her back with Shekh atop her, though instead of lean back and sink into her lap as he normally did, he scooted forward, rested himself across her cheek and nose, and thrust there instead, using the friction from her fur to hold his foreskin in place as he pushed in and out of it. And then he had reached over for the ocelot, brought him up, and pawed him off onto her nose as well, and...

And another, somewhat embarrassing, moan trickled out from Ruari's lips, the puff of warm breath causing both of her boys to twitch and throb atop her lips. Shekh gave a little buck and gasp, his paw coming up from her breast to brace against his own hip, and then emptied a glob of pre right across her nose so that it briefly cut off her breathing. Ruari squirmed beneath the two of them again, changed paws, and reached over so that she could get a handful of ocelot as well.

Kekipi chuckled, pushed forward into her paw, and then leaned in towards the other hyena again, who met him for another string of slow kisses. This had been going on for a while, sure, but none of the three were in any rush to finish.