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The holiday had been much, much overdue. England was lovely, but it wasn't typically a place you associated with sunny, sandy beaches, and relaxing vacation destinations. Even Isiat couldn't argue the point.

They made an odd couple in some ways. A nearly 7-foot vulpine, black-furred with white patterning and a dividing strip of red, with a brace of tails flowing from the base of his spine, and a not quite 5-foot feline trotting along at his side, her massive tan, cream and brown tail swaying freely behind her. The appendage was nearly bigger than she was if one went by the total mass.

Side by side, it was hard to imagine how such a pair had hooked up, but there was a story behind every couple. Theirs just involved some stupid dares on Isiat's part, and Shadi stupidly accepted his flirtatious advances while he was in the hospital after said bets. So much for never dating a patient.

That was over a decade ago though. Two kids, some successful business ventures, and working for a dragon's personal hoard company had ensured they lived well, even if his work did take Isiat out of the country frequently. Shadi was never without company for long, and between him and his friends and their silly bet, she was certainly never without spoiling.

Perhaps too much spoiling, though she would deny such an accusation. They needed the vacation after all!

Fortunately, when your title contained 'Chief operations officer', you had access to a company jet and pilot on standby, and nobody was going to call your bluff on calling someone even higher to confirm you were in fact supposed to be leaving, it was easy enough for the many-tailed vulpine to simply tell his boss "I'm pissing off for the week with the wife. Don't call me."

Of course, it didn't stop Scion from trying to call him, but once he'd thrown his phone into the ocean, that ceased being an issue. Besides, where they were going, he wouldn't need it... Or really, anything at all for that. The red dragon was far too used to getting his way. Vacation time was a sacred point Isiat wouldn't compromise on.

An 'au naturel' resort, located on its own little private Island, far from prying eyes and onlookers. Just sun, shores, and not a shred of clothing in sight. Shadi had been hesitant at first, but after a little convincing on his part, and looking at their website for herself, she'd been much more on board with the idea.

"As long as you don't get jealous when I'm getting a nice long massage from some handsome stallion on the beach." She teased him with a playful smack on his arm as they walked out of the lobby of the hotel, heading towards the large, heated pool with a fantastic view of the beach and oceanside, not to mention the other guests enjoying the outdoors.

"She's that nice, eh?" Isiat teased as Shadi stumbled beside him, more preoccupied with checking out the ass of a curvy canine with what must have been F-cup breasts as she walked by in the opposite direction.

Shadi mumbled something very guilty sounding, clinging to his arm with an innocent purr.

"Oh please. Like you weren't looking as well." She playfully scolded him, her smooth, tan fur pressed against the inky black of her husband's arm.

"I mean, it's hard not to. She was like... Probably a solid 8." Isiat shrugged with a sly smirk. Shadi just giggled in response, the chubby little lioness nuzzling her head up and underneath his chin.

"Mrhmm... 8 and a half. I could have slept on those tits forever." She snickered, rubbing her breasts against his chest in a sultry little tease.

"I don't doubt it... I still like yours though because I don't have to worry about them ever being out of my bed at night."

They meandered down the red brick path, shaded from the tropical sun's afternoon rays by large palms and ferns that were growing alongside it. If she hadn't known better, Shadi might have sworn she was in Hawaii. It seemed to be a recurring theme among these kinds of resorts though. Pull out all the stops to look as stereotypically tropical as possible. She didn't mind. Beaches and exotic males twirling fire-sticks at night were fine by her any day of the week.

Of course, though, the location was hardly what drew most people here. There were ground rules... No touching without asking, no photos, and clean yourself up before coming back into the hotel, but the rest of it was just about anything goes.

Even as they walked down the path, Shadi could hear the quiet moans and wet slaps of a couple fucking in the shade just off the main path. They would get to that no doubt. Isiat was looking at her with that look, and she felt her cheeks reddening under his intense, passionate gaze.

Heck, he'd already had her twice since they arrived, and that was only this morning! She averted her eyes away, searching instead for the sign directing her towards the pool with a little flicker of her tail.

The pool itself was beyond Olympic-sized and almost looked like a small lake had been dredged and tiled with an oceanfront view of the sunset. Dozens of folks occupied it, along with a few rather, in Shadi's words, eye candy lifeguards. Hell, even he had to agree with that assessment. Hired for both skill and aesthetic. He chuckled as he walked past one of their raised seats by the poolside, poking Shadi's side to get her attention. He jerked his muzzle at the sign on it.

Please don't distract the lifeguards while they're on duty.

The mocking picture below showed two stick figures fucking against the side of the lifeguard tower.

The pair laughed as they meandered over to the pool. Shadi didn't hesitate, dropping her purse and towel into a pair of deck chairs before she dove right in without a second thought.

Isiat took his time a little more, tucking his small bag of belongs under his towel, and as subtly as possible, tying it to the seat with one of the straps. You couldn't be too careful after all...

"Come on! The water is beautiful!" Shadi squealed like a joyful kitten, naught but the pretty green collar around her neck hiding any of her voluptuous beauty. Even the ripples on the crystal clear pool's surface did little to hide what she had going on just beneath the surface.

"Mmhm, more so now you're in it." He smoothly answered, and with a two-step start, leapt into the air, streamlining his body and tails to dive in.

Isiat wasn't much one for swimming. Shadi, despite being a feline, absolutely loved the water. Her sister's often dragged her to all kinds of pools and water-adjacent destinations, trying to convince him to dive in with them. Sometimes, they even bribed him with their tits. Imagine that!

Having as many tails as the vulpine did, well... After a while, water logging became something of an issue. He might have been a commando, but hauling an extra person's worth of wet weight everywhere got old rather quickly.

While under the surface though, he had learned long ago the best way to use them like an aquatic fluke, and power his way through the water in short order. He surfaced beside his wife and shook out his hair, banded back into a lazy ponytail along the nape of his neck, a far cry from his more common regulation buzz cut.

Shadi paddled her way over to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she all but shoved her tits in his face, earning a muffled growl of enjoyment from her mate along with a few cheeky nips and kisses.

"Mhmmm. It's going to be a fun week here! Nothing but sunshine and drinks and plenty of time to swim and sunbathe!" Shadi giggled, her smile and that mismatched topaz and emerald gem-coloured eyes of hers painting a picture of pure delight on her face. Her massive ears twitched, flicking water spray from their tips.

"Aye, among other things..." Isiat's paw snaked down and over the soft mound of her right breast, his thumb rolling across her taut nipple from the brisk water. Shadi stuck her tongue cheekily out with a soft huff of pleasure, before she kicked away from him, floating on her back and basking in the afternoon warmth. The water around her rippled rapidly with her deep, loud purring.

It was certainly something new for them. It was one thing being naked around the gang or in their home, but it had taken a bit of adjustment for them to adapt to the change once they'd reached the hotel. Once you got off the plane and cleared customs, into the shuttle bus you went, right to the hotel and your room to change into your birthday suit. In certain areas, clothes were expected, such as in the airport itself, but by and large, the remaining 95% of the island was as naked as the day you were born!

It wasn't overly large, perhaps only a few square miles, a single mountain, some rivers and rainforest, and beaches all around. To say it looked like an idealized paradise wasn't far off the mark, and the owners who had purchased it had done their damnedest to ensure it stayed as natural as possible, and that included the guests. The whole history had made fascinating reading on the flight over, but Shadi had been more interested in snoozing her way over on his lap.

And if the online reviews were anything to go by, they ran a tight ship as well. Everything from ID checks to facial recognition for bar service to having to undergo a basic background check before even being permitted to board a plane here, just to ensure the wrong kind of character wouldn't be spoiling it for everyone. The handful of security staff took complaints of breaches of consent between folks or unwanted harassment very, very seriously.

It was a perfect, naughty little getaway for adults to escape without worrying about anything else going on in the world. A place of discovery and exploration, as well as relaxation. By that description alone, they were in for a fun few days.

Isiat looked around, glancing about the deckchairs and to the swim-up bar before a naughty grin split his muzzle. Well, if everything was permitted here, he might as well get on making the most of their time... Sucking in a breath, he descended beneath the surface, dipping under the crystal clear surface.

Shadi for her part floated without a care in the world. Warm sunlight bathed her silky smooth fur, and the water lapped gently against her body as she let the water support her weight. She was short and chubby, and thus, made a perfect starfish when she spread her arms and legs out.

She'd had her reservations about the place, but once they'd arrived her tune had changed. Anxiousness at first. She liked their little group of friends. She was comfortable with them and trusted each of them, mostly because more than one of them literally owed Isiat their lives, and in turn, Isiat owed his own to them. That alone, in no small part, made for a mutual understanding and fondness. Every time he shipped out with the gang on some deployment or other, she trusted her heart in the hands of them and told them to bring him back in one piece.

Strangers were a scary new unknown. Sure, they had brought new people into their bedroom life before. Regi, Trevor, Larise, all of them had been outliers to the normal pattern of things, and yet, they were all fun in their own ways, and it just served to add a hint of spice to things. A little mix-in, if you would. Sure, chocolate ice cream was great by itself, but a sprinkling of cherry and peanuts just served to kick it up.

At first, she was worried they might have been diving into the deep end without a rope. After an hour of back at their room to strip down, and having Isiat fuck her pleasantly numb against the window, they had both felt better about it. Excited even, like a pair of pups about to shove their entire fists in the cookie jar. Naughty whispers and suggestions had flown back and forth between them while they waited for his knot to shrink. And if the week came and went, and nobody met her or her husband's admittedly high standards, well... At least they had all the time in the world to fuck without worrying about the rest of the world's issues.

Really, it was a win-win either way.

She smiled at the thought and wriggled happily to herself, giving her tail long and lazy serpentine flicks beneath the surface to push her towards the edge of the pool. A sudden nose pressing between her thighs made her start with a squeak, before a firm paw gripped around the base of her tail, and a second rest upon her thigh, holding her legs open.

She had but a second to look down the length of her body to where Isiat's ears and forehead were standing just above the surface, visible her chubby belly. His muzzle parted and closed again around her entire public mound and Shadi moaned as his tongue found her outer lips and lathered them with his skilled oral attentions.

"Ahhh~ you fucker! I was this close to just beating you..." She cursed, biting her lip as his tongue made her toes absolutely curl in pleasure. He was supporting her weight in the water, and not for a second did she feel bad about reaching down to take both of his ears in her fists, tugging him encouragingly towards her cunt.

"You'd better hope you can hold your breath doing that Foxy. I'm not letting you up till you finish what you started."

Oh, she was well aware of just how good his lung capacity was of course. He'd passed dive training back in his army days, and Shadi had tried to hold out longer than him many times in past. Shael, their hyena friend, had even aggressively ridden his face until he'd brought her to a knee-shaking climax and sent her tumbling off of him after nearly five minutes.

Oh, she was going to enjoy every second of it till he begged her to let him up, or he drowned. Whichever came first. He was a good face ride, but he'd interrupted her nude sunbathing in the pool, and with that came a certain degree of risk that he understood. If he died serving his Queen, he died happy at least. He wouldn't have complained. His tongue had far better things to be doing after all.

He spread her lips with the broad, textured muscle and the skill of a fox on the hunt, scooping his tongue in and out of her rhythmically to get at her exotic flavour. He teased all of those good spots he knew lay just inside her passage like he was plotting a map with his tongue, and every place that made her give off those bliss-filled noises was a destination.

She was huffing softly now, intermingled with low, off-tempo purrs. She cast her head around and felt her cheeks redden as she remembered where they were, and saw more than a few sets of eyes upon them. More than a few upon her specifically.

Well, they were in for a penny, in for a pound at this point. Their return flight wasn't for several days, and this was what they'd signed up for...

She wrapped her legs around the back of his shoulders, moaning skywards as his licking took on a more frenzied tempo, eagerly eating her out like the relentless pussy-hound she knew him to be. He was a soldier first and foremost and had the sexual appetites of one as well. A flurry of bubbles tickled her labia as he growled forcefully, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine. The tickling and exquisite sensation made her groan lustily and roll her hips more eagerly into his devilish mouth.

He was going to make her cum, and she was going to enjoy the hell out of it, damn who was watching. Let them, and let them be jealous. Maybe the brave ones could come and find them later on...

She suddenly tensed with a cry, claws digging into his scalp like she was gripping for a lifeline as he brought her over the edge and didn't stop. Now it was his turn to keep her in place until she had finished riding out the blissful torment he lavished upon her. His tongue twisted and rolled within her body like a prehensile cock, but with a far more intimate knowledge of just what made her squirm the most. He abused it to no end. One didn't learn such things not to take advantage of them after all.

Her entire body trembled on the surface of the water until at last, she could take no more. Whining and bucking, his paw was the only thing keeping her from slipping under the cool surface as he forced his tongue deeper still.

"Ahh! Ahh! Fu-Foxy, fuck! No more! Please, I can't- Hah!" She gasped and had to release her hold of his head to steady herself in the water, panting hard as she spasmed in another mind-numbing climax.

Finally, he relented, his tongue making one last, leisurely pass of her womanhood just to gather up the last of her addictive flavour. He pulled back reluctantly after a moment more and let her hips sink beneath the surface again, the feline's body going as limp as a ragdoll. Almost tenderly, he swept beneath her and floated her in his arms back over to the water's edge by their seats, helping her up on unsteady feet.

"Ahh... You're a wicked man, Isiat... Lucky I love you so damn much." Her words were breathless, but her satisfied smile made it all worth it. Isiat's cocky, smug grin said more than any of the smart comebacks he could have given voice to ever would.

"Ha, glad to know I've still got it." Even as he was, that firm English accent of his never failed to make him seem far too charming. It put folks at ease to just what a devious mongrel he could be between the sheets. His eyes had gone down to the side of the deckchair, thumbing at a small, simple latch that matched a slot on Shadi's own seat.

"Huh. You know you can slot these together apparently to make one larger seat for multiple people..." A naughty little wriggle of his eyebrows was all the hinting she needed.

"Well, you'd best get on that. I don't do my own menial work you know?" Shadi said with a wink.

Yes, it was certainly good to be Queen.

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Across the pool, lazing out in all her wild dog glory, Marsella bit her lip as her fingers finally brought her to that wonderful peak, frigging her tunnel as she ground her clit up against her rough palm-pads. The painted cream and brown dog huffed loudly through her nostrils, tail belting against the edge of the chair before she finally came back down from the high. A very pleased growl rumbled from her chest as she dragged her fingers from her cunt and smeared them across her lips, before licking them clean of the sticky mess webbing between her digits.

Most new folks were far too shy to simply dive right in and put on such a brazen show like that, right in the middle of the pool of all places! Most folks, even the platinum-level repeat visitors like her, preferred at least a little seclusion, even if it was as simple as a dark corner or a crowd to blend into.

But these two... Oooh, she hoped they were hanging around for a while yet. She and her boy, Reece, were frequent visitors and knew a lot of the other folks who stayed here as much as they did.

A heavy paw settled on her shoulder, the muzzle of another wild dog wearing a pair of silver aviators intruding on her field of vision.

"Hmmm. You look like you were enjoying yourself." He leaned down, and inverted, kissed her on the lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth. His broad, canine tongue swirled around her muzzle, playfully rubbing over her own before he nipped her lips and tugged back, smirking.

"Taste like it too. What's got you all warm and slick?"

His accent was Sou'frican, and his athletic figure loomed over her even when she was standing. Clear blue eyes like a midday sky followed her gaze out across the pool behind his glasses, settling on the black kitsune and short tan lioness fucking doggy style on their deckchairs across from her.

"Naughty voyeur you. Spying on other couples for fun, are we?" He licked his lips, and almost lazily reach reached a paw up behind her, first finding his thigh, then teasing her fingers inwards until she was cupping the male's hefty sack, rolling his brown fuzzed balls in her paw with an idle, mischievous grin.

"I don't know. So what if I am? I haven't seen them here before, and you know how I love to people watch in these places. You pick up such scandalous details before you even meet them. He almost looks like he could take you. Held his breath long enough to eat her to climax twice in the pool..." She teased his emerging cock's spade-shaped tip with her thumb as it peeked from the top of his sheathe, coating her thumb-pad in glistening lubricant.

Reece laughed at that and gave his hips a lazy, relaxed thrust, the emerging portion of his prick tensing at the sharp pleasure of having his glans played with. His grin was cocksure, lazy, eyeing the couple across the pool from behind his aviators.

"Nobody on this island could take me, pretty thing, and they all know it too. Many have tried, but none have come close. Well, except that rhinoceros guy..."

Marcella grinned, turning her gaze to look up at him as her paw shifted, clenching around his sheathe. She gave him a few good, firm strokes to encourage his growing shaft outwards, before her paw shifted from warm fur to slick flesh, pawing him off at a smooth tempo. Her thumb circled his tip, gathering up his steady leak of precum.

"Oh, but Ramos was such fun. Such a gentleman with his big, strong cock. Maybe I like to see you have to work for your prize? Even if you can take him, and everyone on the island knows it, -that one- doesn't know it yet." She pointed out naughtily like it was a challenge. Her boy oh so did love being the top mutt, unless it was underneath someone riding his girthy wild dog cock.

"I'd pay to see that fight. Mhmm... Maybe bury my face in his cat's tits while you bury your bone into someone new since you're so sure you can beat him." Her growl was sultry, low, daring him not to do exactly as she'd suggested.

He growled above her, the canine's dappled cock rapidly swelling out to its full size. With a helping jerk of her paw, she tugged his knot free from its home, her fingers tightening like a vice around the engorged bulbs. He thrust his hips into her hold with far more enthusiasm now, a puppy-like eagerness to his fucking. Oh, he was definitely on board with the idea. He was eyeing the pair with the same intensity as she had been, like a predator spying on its next meal.

And he was a hungry dog.

His tongue lashed across his lips, clearly trying to both think hard on her suggestion, and think with his far too hard 'other brain' in her paw. The lower of the two won out after a few moments, and he rumbled as he grabbed her by the hair, guiding Marcella's muzzle to his cock as she shifted about. She welcomed his warm, salty flavour into her maw without resistance, and left one paw free so she could play with herself at the same time as she sucked off her partner in crime.

"She's certainly a spirited one... Think I'd break her with my knot? Think I'd break him?"

Marcella let out a pleased chuff through her nostrils, dragging her tongue along the underside of his shaft before swirling it around his head, pulling back entirely.

"Well he certainly seems to be giving it his all and she's not broken yet. Think you could do her better?" Her gaze flicked back to the pair over the pool, the black fox's fucking mostly hidden behind an almost proud fanning of his many tails, but if their rapid flicking and the soft moans coming from their direction were any indication, he was going at her like a feral in a rut.

Reece's paw on her jawbone tugged her head back around, reminding her that she had more pressing matters to attend to. It didn't stop her from shifting about so she could keep watching from the corner of her eye though, even while she diligently nursed on her lover's turgid, throbbing prick. Her lips parted around his knot and welcomed his full length into her throat, and then he really began to facefuck her, the pair of African wild dogs like a camouflage mosaic of brown and white splotches connected at the hip and muzzle. Marcella let her sweet moans occupy her mate's ears, along with the sloppy noises of her overstretched muzzle.

"I know I could, cheeky bitch. You know I could. You just want that lioness all to yourself like you were unicorn hunting... Or maybe you want the kitsune for yours, good little slut. Maybe I could help fuck him into you."

Marcella just let out an affirmative murmur around his cock, nodding and swallowing to ripple her throat muscles tightly around his copiously leaking tip. His knot felt like it was swelling with his pulse each moment that passed. The tight, solid flesh knob stretched her muzzle to its limits, almost making her eyes water from the pressure, but she delighted in the challenge. She knew exactly what he liked about her, and her tenacity for deepthroating was high on that list.

With a feral snarl, he bucked his hips in those rapid, terminal fucks, driven by lust and instinct past the point of no return. His paws clenched on the back of her head tightly, fingers tangling in Marcella's hair tightly. Warmth and salty cum rapidly flooded her mouth and throat, and she gulped loudly to keep it all from backing up, a delicious treat shot right down her gullet.

He grunted and kept throbbing within her mouth, spilling salty cum across the length of her wide canine tongue. He would be stuck for a while yet. Canine orgasms never truly tapered off as long as they were tied. She settled in comfortably with her nose buried against his sheathe, breathing deeply of his masculine musk between gulps of his creamy, muzzle-filling load.

His fingers rubbed around the bases of her ears praisingly, treating her like the fine, kinky little bitch in heat she was. She moaned softly and let her eyes close as she enjoyed the rewarding touches, tail wagging with the praise.

"Good girl Marcy... We'll have to keep our eyes on them, but if you want to go hunting, you'll have to tempt out the prey. Fresh meat is always the best..."

Marcella rumbled her agreement, tail wagging back and forth excitedly. Across the pool, she heard the echoing cries of climax from the lioness as the pair stilled. She shifted her gaze just in time to catch the kitsune's tails as they fanned out, twitching rhythmically in time with his climax. No doubt he was busy pumping her cunt full and emptying that heavy sack hanging between his thighs.

Oh, either of them would be a catch to savour for sure, but scoring with both of the newcomers?

That would be a conquest to remember.