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Sunset had been a gorgeous affair. Sitting on the far edge of the island, Isiat had found a spot with Shadi to escape for a few hours. Far away from the resort, they followed one of the hiking trails on the edge of the palm forest that grew around the base of the lone mountain. It had made an ideal little retreat for the afternoon. Isiat brought food and wine with them in a picnic basket and set out in the afternoon to make the hike, as recommended by one of the resort staff guides.

But now dinner had passed, night had fallen, and the nudist resort's bi-monthly theme night was underway in full swing. Just looking around, Isiat could tell already it was going to be a hell of an affair.

Beneath a midnight tapestry of stars, guests had gathered on the beaches, dancing, partying, drinking, and moving. The entire length of the golden, sandy shore had been lined with huge bonfires and tribal effigies to ignite, meant to represent the burning away of inhibitions and hesitation, a representation of living life to its fullest in the moment. Until dawn, they would be the brightest lights visible on the island.

The fact that the night was very much themed around embracing one's more primal instincts only made it all the more exciting. And it was a very tribal affair.

Even Isiat had gone out of his way to stop by one of the handful of staff stalls on the edge of the beach to let them daub fur pigments and paint across his body, adding an entirely new set of bright red stripes and markings to his black and white fox patterning, all leading back to the red-rimmed diamond of white in the middle of his back.

Shadi's own tan furred, curvaceous figure had been daubed in beige and golden swirls and lines along her natural spots and stripes, only further reinforcing the little lioness's native heritage, with a very enticing womb mark just below her navel, a swirling tattoo of traditional fertility. She teased her husband with sultry little flicks of her tail and shook her curvy rump at him all the way down the beachside, spinning about mid-step to stick her tongue out at him while she pushed her pillowy double D breasts together.

"You keep that up, I'm going to go savage on you and fuck you right here on the sand." Isiat growled, swatting her ass with an outstretched meaty paw. The resulting smack was damned satisfying, carrying through the night and background noise with ease. His nose twitched, a growl escaping him involuntarily as the scent of her fertile heat made a primal thrill run through him. The urge to bend her over and breed her was damned strong.

Shadi yelped with a laugh, bounding forward just out of his reach so she could do it all again, the naughty little minx. She put herself on shameless display, taunting and flaunting him with her body and swishing, upturned tail, fanning the all too enticing scent of her heat back in her mate's face. He gave her a low, devious growl full of the promise of all sorts of naughtiness.

"Keep it up and I might just let you, and your peeking little friend there." Shadi added with a wink, and it took Isiat a few moments to realize his cock had slid a few inches from his sheath, the knotted, dappled maroon flesh dripping a bead of pre from her teasing little show down the shore. He rolled his eyes at the lioness's antics as she skipped ahead, and he followed along, slowly catching up to his wife. The sand felt nice between his paw pads, but the shower to get it all out of his many tails later would be a nightmare, he was sure of it.

As they walked along the shore, the primal antics of the night became more and more apparent. There was a main stage set up by the resort, where the resort's DJs blared out a constant stream of music for revellers under the light of the moon, a mix of reggae and house. Bonfires and torches blazed and flickered everywhere, like strobing lights to dance to. Howls and catcalls went up from the partying groups and from those simply letting themselves be caught in the moment, like feral dogs barking at the moon high overhead.

More folks still engaged in hunting play, and more than once they had to step aside from the trail of footprints to make way as the 'prey' would sprint past them laughing, pursued by one or more 'predators' down on all fours bounding after them. That kind of thing wasn't so much for Isiat. He'd never really embraced that part of his heritage, never mastered the art of sprinting on all fours. Anthros weren't made for it, though it could be learned. Some species had an easier time of it than others. With all of his tails, he tripped over himself more often than not trying.

Still, even he couldn't deny the way Shadi looked at them on their way past, baying and chasing their elusive prey... It did look like a hell of a lot of fun. Her tail flickered back and forth excitedly, and the lioness gave off a quiet series of rapid-fire chirps like a cat staring down a mouse.

"What? Wanting me to chase you?" Isiat's many tails flickered with just a little hint of the hunt, like a fox who had spied his next meal.

"Who, me? No, that looks like far too much work. I was just thinking you could harness a few of them and have them pull me on a sled instead of walking!" She snickered, pressing herself up against his side. Isiat couldn't help the laugh. Typical cat. You let them believe they were gods one time...

Not that he and his friends spoiling the little queen cat had done much to dissuade her of that notion, considering she all but expected the treatment these days if they wanted any hope of getting anything out of her when they visited.

"Shadi! Over here!" There came a call from the side. It took Isiat a second to locate the Wild Dog sitting in the glow of a small fire pit, but her accent was as distinctive as her partner in crime's own. Marcella had a mile-wide smile on her muzzle as Shadi pounced the sitting dog, snuggling up against her pillowy breasts with a loud purr.

"We were beginning to wonder if you'd make it after yesterday! How was the hangover?" Marcella giggled. Isiat found himself a spot on the ground beside them by the wild dog's drink cooler, his tails flickering, albeit, held up and out of the sand lest he unintentionally dusted them all.

"Urgh, I don't want to talk about it." Shadi groaned, burying her face into the softness of the canine's ample chest, muffling the unpleasant memories with a face full of tits. Marcy couldn't blame her. She would have done the same.

"Where's Reece at?" Isiat asked, glancing around.

"Over there, throwing some new blood around who wanted a piece of me. He didn't ask nicely, and Reece took exception to that." The dog raised one paw daintily and pointed just down the beach towards the water, where a small circle of people had gathered. Between them in a torch-lit ring, they hollered and cheered on a pair of figured battling in the sand.

Sure enough, one of them was Reece, his scruffy, spotty brown pelt glinting in the firelight as he sidestepped a lunge from his opponent. The African wild dog was far more trim and nimble than his foe. The other male was a white-furred bulldog, shorter and more compact, but built meanly, trying to get his paws onto the other canine and bring him down.

On his next attack, Reece just stepped aside neatly and collected him with his forearm, sinking to one knee as he pivoted and rolled beneath his opponent. To an observer, it was like he neatly and seemingly effortlessly flipped the bulldog over and deposited him on his back in the sand.

The next moment, he'd straddled the other male, and pinned both of his arms to the ground, teeth bared on the bulldog's throat. Even from here, Isiat could hear the whimper of submission and defeat, the bulldog's tail curling up between his legs in a futile attempt to protect his manhood. Once he had the bulkier male fully submissive, Reece growled, rolling off to his side to grind his exposed and twitching prick in the mutt's face until the loser took him into his muzzle, in the most primal method of showing who was in charge.

"Ooh, what the prize?" Shadi could help the little bit of excitement in her voice, turning to watch the show, her ears perked and listening to the triumphant whoops and hollers of the victorious party while Reece gave the other male a good muzzle fuck. It was no secret that she had a bit of a voyeuristic streak, and one of her paws had idly slipped between her thick thighs, gently grinding her warm honeypot against her paw pads.

"Whatever they wager. In this case, it was just putting his muzzle to better use than bragging. The bulldog came up and started talking big like he could just take me if he wanted. Reece had to put the little bitch in his place." Marcella said with a shrug, idly petting her paw down Shadi's back, her fingers tangling in the dark pseudo mane that ran the length of her spine.

Clearly, she had thought very little of the other's male's approach, even on this kind of themed night. Getting a little primal was no excuse to act like a douchebag. Isiat watched her and the way her lips curled, first in a grimace at the mention of him, but then into a grin at the sweet, sweet retribution her mate was busy smearing all over the bulldog's face while Reece pounded his knot against his muzzle.

After last night, the two couples had ended up sitting together in the booth over food, sharing idle chat and getting to know each other, teasing, flirting and talking until the wee hours of the morning. Reece and Marcella were here for two weeks from Johannesburg in South Africa. They'd done many trips like this in past to all kinds of places on both sides of the equator, and as Marcella described them, they were a 'Spicy couple of mutts looking for fun.' Making new friends along the way was a bonus, and all of them agreed to give whatever happened between them a fair chance. No doubt it would be a wild and entertaining time.

When it had come to their turn to talk, Reece had been as ho-hum about his occupation as Isiat had been. A few odd jobs here and there, enough side gigs to keep well off and comfortable. It funded their fun-loving lifestyle and travelling around the world every other month. Both of them probed the other for a few specifics, but other than "A few years working for the government", Reece was tight-lipped. Isiat didn't bring it up further. He'd already connected the dots from the special forces tattoo on Reece's collar. Whether Reece had discerned as much about Isiat was open to interpretation.

Still, after their chitchats and libations, Shadi and Isiat both came to the judgment that they were good people in their own rights, and agreed to meet again tonight and see where it led. Marcella had been giddy with excitement at that. Watching the wild dog fight in the circle, Isiat had a few ideas about exactly where that might be. He could smell the two ladies' arousal and heat in the air, like a warm tang of cinnamon that tickled his nostrils and made his more primal senses come alive. He didn't even bother trying to hide his cock poking from his black-furred sheathe like an overextended lipstick.

"Heh, so he ever wager a night with you?" Shadi asked with a teasing little bump of her elbow against Marcella's naked hip. The feline licked her lips, giving the wild dog woman a brief elevator glance from head to toe as she snuggled in closer.

"Once or twice." The curvy canine answered coyly, her tail swishing in the sand behind her.

"He's never lost a fight though. He likes being the top dog. Still..." She added with a wistful sigh, but her eyes spoke an entirely different message as she glanced sidelong at Isiat, licking her lips. Her paw wrapped around his wife's middle drifted up, playfully rubbing at the underside of the lioness's tits, cupping the heavy mammaries in her palms. Her grin grew devious.

It would be a shame if he did... Isiat heard the bitch loud and clear. Almost running on instinct, he gave a quiet, possessive growl, like he was staking his claim early. Shadi noticed at once and shot him a knowing wink, her tail swishing as she licked her lips. Marcella and Reece weren't the only couple who could play at scheming.

"Hehe... Still, think he'd be able to beat Isiat? He used to be in the Army you know?" Shadi purred sweet and innocently, absolutely not giving away that that wasn't even half the story of his career. Almost a little cheekily, she leaned in, giving Marcella's nipple right in front of her face a firm little lick with her textured lion tongue. Marcella shivered and let out a quiet moan, and Shadi busied herself with more gentle laps and swipes over the sensitive flesh, trying to get the dog to make the noises she loved so much again.

"Is that so? Maybe then. I know one sure way to find out." Marcella nodded over towards the sparring circle, where Reece was wiping his dripping cock clean of cum across the side of the bulldog's muzzle. Her mate stood and turned, walking his way back across the sand towards their little group by the fire. He waved as he approached, raising one eyebrow at Marcella and the little lioness in her lap who was busy lapping at her tits.

"Well, and here I was thinking that would be a quick thing, but I leave you alone for a few minutes and you've already gone and given my seat away." Reece laughed, shaking hands with Isiat as he sat cross-legged in the sand by the other male.

"I wasn't the one insisting on showing off. I was merely enjoying the show with our company. Was he good?" Marcella spoke with a soft bark and a growl of pleasure, her tone wavering between wanting to speak clearly, and wanting to grab the back of Shadi's head and hold her in place while she worked.

"Ahhh, a messy muzzle job. I doubt he was the sort to pick a fight with anyone better than him before." The wild dog laughed and reached across Isiat's lap to fetch a beer from the cooler. He winked at the kitsune as his muzzle came level with the vulpine.

"At least you knew what you were doing with it." Reece grinned.

Isiat smirked and helped himself to a bottle of something that probably passed for Lager. They clinked their bottles amicably. There were no hard feelings between them after all. Isiat would have been lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it. That was the whole point of them coming after all! Trying new things with new people, and having fun while they did it.

"I've had my share of experience playing with Shadi and our friends. What can I say? What about you? Think you'd know what to do with it?" Isiat returned the playful jab with just a hint of challenge.

"Oh, please. I watched Reece deepthroat a Rhinoceros once. He only gagged when the bull busted his nut down his throat, but what a sexy little muzzle slut my big, strong mate made." Marcella recounted the story with a dreamy quality to her voice, wispy and lilting. She was clearly taking the piss out of Reece, and the other dog grumbled with a roll of his eyes.

"Only because his partner made the first move on you-" Reece started to object but was quickly interrupted by Marcella's cackle.

"Well if you hadn't been so rough with me the night before, maybe I would have moved sooner."

Isiat and Shadi had to laugh at that, the vulpine's tails flickering as he chuckled.

"Oh, so was that what it was then, hmmm? Hedging your bet?" Isiat smirked with a playfully accusatory look over at Reece. The dog stammered over himself as he tried to find a response, caught between laughing and not trying to admit that the gig was up. Marcella came to his rescue once she deemed he'd suffered embarrassment enough.

"I was going to get my paws on your little lioness one way or another. I just wanted something fun to watch as well. Almost a shame you didn't lose to that bulldog. It's so hard for him to find a fair fight though."

It wasn't as if she was laying breadcrumbs, but Marcella did grin like a damned thief as she looked over at Isiat oh so innocently.

"You two should go a round or three!" She almost giddily suggested, Shadi popping noisily off her nipple to turn her head about, ears perked in sudden interest.

"Oooh, yes... You can fight over us! Winner gets to pick the prize?" Her long tail flickered with all sorts of mischief flashing just a tease of her puffy sex at the males. Reece raised an eyebrow before a grin split his spotted muzzle.

"I could do that. What about you old man? Think you've got it in you? I'll even go easy on you!"

"Oh, you're on..."

Shadi wriggled in delight as she twisted about, curling up cozily in Marcella's lap while the two males stood and brushed themselves off, walking over to one of the torch-lit stone circles nearby.

Isiat rolled his shoulders, stretching for a moment as he limbered up, the wild dog across the ring from him doing likewise. His toes curled in the sand and found that he didn't sink much. Many fought spars and the press of feet and bodies had compacted the surface. He wouldn't slip, but neither would it be too soft to land on.

"So, ground rules?"

"Easy. Shoulders in the sand equal a point. Best of three, and the winner gets his pick of the prize." The canine made an unashamed show of glancing across at the two ladies, licking his chops. He shot a cocky wink at Shadi, who just laughed and curled her fingers in a sultry wave while Marcella made a show of cupping the feline's tits for her partner.

"Sounds easy enough, but don't feel you've got to go eas- Ooof!" Isiat turned, only to be caught headlong in the wild dog's tackle as he drove him down to the ground, knocking the wind from him unexpectedly.

The spotty canine rose, grinning ear to ear with a triumphant whoop as he pumped his fist, and then reached down to help Isiat back to his feet.

"Ha, gotta be faster than that old man. You ready for an ass whooping?"

Isiat grunted and rolled his head on his shoulders as he was pulled back upright. Well, if that was how it was going to be...

"Alright. I'm a little rusty though, so it might take me a moment to get into the swing of things." He parted his feet and readied himself, paws up in a low defensive stance. Right. Pay attention. He's quick. He scolded himself for the lack of early caution, but could hardly blame. How many times had he drilled into his own people the importance of vigilance?

Reece smirked and lunged in, engaging with a series of rapid-fire swipes aimed to knock Isiat off balance and force him back. Isiat dodged to the right and circled instead. When Reece wove back, Isiat pushed in, and crouching low took the wild dog off guard entirely with an unexpected counter throw that he simply hadn't thought the many-tailed fox capable of.

Quick as a coiled snake, one moment Reece had been about to spring back into his opponent, and the next, gravity was inverted. He slammed into the ground on his back, Isiat's elbow coming down in a mock 'killing blow' against his throat, stopping a hairsbreadth from actually striking him. He held the pose while Reece regained his wits about himself, and shook his head rapidly to clear the daze.

"Ahhh, that was sloppy. Sorry." The vulpine extended his paw as he stood, and Reece took it, hauling him back to his feet. Reece stammered and blinked, looking the vulpine up and down like it was someone entirely different standing before him.

"Sloppy!? That was sloppy? Where the hell did you learn that?" He panted breathlessly.

"Same place you learned your moves, Recce. My government taught me, and we taught you a lot. The little dagger tattoo on your fur gave it up. Ten years huh? You usually tell your new friends about that part, or does that come up after you've got them pinned and your knot in them?" Isiat chuckled, his tails giving a single, wave-like flick from one side to the other. His grin spoke volumes. Yeah, that's right. Pick a fight with someone on your level.

"Iron fist from the Sea. I did twelve years with 'em. You?" The Wild dog looked at him with far more respect in his eyes now, or like a bored warrior who had finally found a worthy fight.

"Who Dares Wins. 22nd Regiment, nearly two decades. I'll let you decide if you like calling me Sir or Colonel better." He spoke, growling his challenge.

Reece cackled with genuine mirth at the vulpine's response, a broad grin stretching his spotty muzzle.

"Oh, so it's a challenge! Well, since we're both so skilled at this... How about we up the ante?" The wild dog licked his lips, looking Isiat up and down before turning to the side, his tail flicking as he looked over towards where Marcella nod Shadi were busy, their paws roaming over each other on the beach.

"What did you have in mind?" Isiat asked with a brief flicker of his tails, flexing his fingers, though he suspected he knew exactly what the spotty mongrel was thinking of.

"How about... Winner takes all?"

Isiat wasn't about to back down now. He smirked right back at the arrogant wild dog, his tails flickering in a fan-like motion behind him, spreading to make himself larger while redistributing his balance. He readied himself, flashing his teeth.

"Done. Submission or knockout. First to yield."

---

Shadi purred sweetly as Marcy's fingers delicately traced the folds of her already dripping sex, the canine's digits artfully parting and spreading her lips, smearing that arousal across her pink flesh. The wild dog strummed her like a harp, though Shadi was hardly inactive in her participation either. Shadi was almost atop the other female, having pushed her back down into the ground while her paws roamed and played, tweaking nipples and sliding between her sex lips.

She already had two fingers curling and twisting within the canine's cunt, frigging her softly to the tempo of the distant music with wet, lewd noises accompanying each pump of her wrist. Marcella was busy biting her lip to keep her own moans quiet, trying to keep up with the little feline. Her own fingers were soaked, slipping a trio of them into Shadi's hungry snatch. Even so, she tried to keep her moaning under control, but damn if the cat didn't know how to please.

"You know you don't have to be quiet. They're going to want us both noisy regardless of who wins... Besides-" She leaned in, nipping her teeth along the edge of Marcy's areola, before she dragged her tongue across the dog's protruding nipple, rolling the firm nub around between her lips. She pulled back with a loud pop, leaving the wild dog a panting mess against her fingers.

"He'll want us both well-bred before the night is over... And by the looks your dog is giving me, he wants much the same... If he wins. Or Isiat lets him." Shadi snickered, catching both males watching them from the corner of her eyes. She rolled her hips a little and lifted her tail shamelessly, glistening moisture smeared across her sex by Marcy's rough fingers as they spread her cunt like a ripe fruit. She was showing off now, and she loved it.

Gods she was wet. The entire event had turned her into a hot mess, and she loved every second of feeling their eyes upon her arousal-streaked sex. A few passers even dared to linger and watch, their arousal showing with stiff cocks and naughty whispers. Let them, she purred, flaunting her chubby little figure like a delicious morsel of bait. Her body clenched around Marcy's fingers, and the intoxicating scent of bitches in heat and feminine lust lingered in the air.

"Mmm, and what if I wanted a taste of you first? Give them something worth fighting for..." Marcella licked her lips, and leaned up, dragging her warm tongue softly across the rim of Shadi's large ears, hot breath tickling the sensitive insides.

"Then you better put that tongue of yours to better use than giving me ideas."

Shadi purred and shifted herself, straddling Marcella's chest suddenly and pressing her back into the sand. With a devious grin down at the canine, her delicate feline paws reached down to part the pink folds of her womanhood between her fingertips. Her motions left a drizzle of feminine arousal and the hot scent of a big cat in heat smeared in a line across the crevasse of Marcy's bouncing tits. She put herself shamelessly on display for the wild dog, like she was holding a fresh piece of meat under the noose of a predator, and now it was Shadi's turn to stake her claim. With just a little bump of her hips, she shoved her snatch right against Marcella's cool, leathery snout, staining her fur.

Warm breath caressed her femininity before a curious, probing tongue poked out, taking just the tiniest little taste of her honeypot. The first contact was just as electrifying as Marcy's skilled fingers, and Shadi purred sweetly, letting her head roll backwards and her long hair pool along the pseudo mane down her spine. It had been far too long since another girl had a good taste of her. Shadi wasn't usually submissive when it came to the fairer sex. She was, after all, a queen in heat, and expected to be treated like one. If she had to ride her subjects' faces to make that clear, well...

Looking down at the sexy canine she had pinned between her legs, she could think of all kinds of naughty ideas to put the bitch in her proper place, and right now, that place was eyes deep in her needy snatch.

She grabbed a fistful of Marcy's hair and hauled the canine's muzzle against her sex, moaning as her tongue obediently got to work dragging across Shadi's arousal slick folds. The pecking order was established. Marcy knew what was expected of her and Shadi gyrated her hips against the dog's muzzle and lips like a belly dancer, body tensing and tightening around her tongue. The wild dog bitch whined needily, but Shadi's position made keeping the mutt where she wanted all too easy.

Gods it was good being the Queen. Once she got into it, there was no stopping her.

"Ahhh, good dog... Whimpery little bitch when you're pinned down, aren't you? Get that tongue in there nice and deep, and maybe I'll make a show of fucking you while Isiat fucks him." Shadi murmured, pulling Marcy's hair and earning another needy whine in response. But oh her tongue certainly got to work quickly.

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The time for pulling punches was long past. Isiat ducked, narrowly avoiding a sweeping kick that grazed the top of his shoulders as he slipped beneath the blow, his own leg jolting out and connecting hard with the side of Reece's shin. To his credit, he didn't fall, but the dog did bear his teeth with a grunt, backing off a step to put separation between them before Isiat could get in any meaningful follow-up blows.

Fuck he's a big, quick bastard though! Isiat thought as he turned a punch aimed at his sternum. It made the wild dog exceptionally dangerous, in the same manner, that Isiat was. They couldn't have been more evenly matched if you had tried. Beautiful, in the way that a well-made and honed fighting knife was beautiful. Deadly and dangerous, yet crafted with skill and intent.

Everyone expected the big guys to be a little on the slow, but powerful stereotype side of things. In reality, it was seldom the case, Isiat had found. When he got moving, he was like a snake in the grass, wiry and swift, and with a sting that could drop a grown man like a two-step viper.

Adding to that deadly allure was their nudity. Naked as they were, unweighted by pounds of gear and kevlar, both commandos moved like lightning. They trained for combat conditions, and when conditions were easier on their bodies, they could fight harder and faster. Their fight was done in bouts of strikes, blows and blocks that felt like they played out in slow motion for the two males when they actually took the span of a heartbeat. It was a constant flurry of offence and defence, from what were most likely the two most dangerous combatants on the entire island.

Their eyes stayed locked, each unwilling to break the gaze of the other, watching for even the slightest tells or mistakes in their opponent's moves. They split back for a few moments after their latest clash, both grinning ear to ear as they circled each other like a pair of mirrored fighters, feinting and hoping to catch the other's guard slipping.

"Gonna enjoy that sweet cat's kitty when I win, you know? I bet she tastes as sweet as she looks. Marcy and I will treat you nice. Soldier's honour. I'll only breed her a little." Reece bragged, but it was a cheap ploy, and not one Isiat was going to be baited by so easily. He wasn't just any old visitor running his muzzle for bragging rights. Besides that, Isiat had just spotted something out of the corner of his eyes that drew his grin wider still.

"You have to win first. Besides, Shadi seems to have already called dibs on your woman. Maybe you can ask Marcy what my wife tastes like when Shadi's done riding her face into the sand."

Reece fell for his own trick, if only for a fraction of a second, his eyes darting to the side to see what the hell Isiat was talking about. It was all the distraction he needed.

With that, Isiat took their fight terminal, a full commitment until one or the other claimed victory. To say they turned feral wouldn't be inaccurate. Reece barked and snapped as Isiat bore down on him, using his tails to batter and misdirect the canine's defence while he searched for an opening. Reece was on the back paw now, and back peddled quickly, but Isiat was all over him. There was no chance for him to recover or disengage and no room for him to breathe.

On his next step back, Reece found the edge of the ring and twisted to avoid stepping outside of the boundary. Isiat was all over the wild dog though, and with a directed kick that pushed him more into the centre of the ring, he slipped around behind the canine and all but threw them both to the ground where they rolled and snarled like stray dogs in an alley. Teeth gnashed. Claws swiped. Feet peddled and beat against each other before Isiat's teeth sank hard into the back of Reece's neck, and he pinned the spotty male to the ground.

Reece froze at once, almost as if on instinct, and his ears folded reluctantly with a whine of submission. He was beaten and he knew it. The vulpine had him pinned, and struggling at this point would have only prolonged the inevitable outcome. Teeth dug into the flesh beneath his brown, spotty pelt of fur, warning of the consequences of trying to keep going.

They were both panting. The whole struggle couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but the amount of effort expended in that brief time was Herculean. Isiat didn't release his bite on Reece's nape and gave the fur and skin a firm yank just to ensure the wild dog's compliance.

"Say it." Isiat growled the command, keeping his teeth firmly closed around the wild dog's scruff. Reece wriggled for just a moment before slackening, accepting the loss.

"I give. You win. Pick your prize." He huffed, still catching his breath. He felt the kitsune laughing above him, a deep, amused rumble as he moved about. And then he felt his hips start to rock slowly, noticing something warm and firm grinding against the edge of his thigh.

The teeth on his scruff loosened their hold, hot breath wafting across Reece's rounded ears instead as the male over him shifted, slowly letting that warmth drag upwards under his tail. He tried for just a moment to lower it, but one of Isiat's flexible tails coiled around its length and tugged it roughly out of the way.

"Winner takes all, you said. You first, pup. Got a safe word?" One paw slipped around the wild dog's waist, dexterous and nimble fingers curling around the warmth of his own peeking wild dog cock, jerking his length a few times encouragingly. Both of them were hard from the fight, adrenaline and excitement coursing through them, and Isiat knew just how to deal with that fight time energy.

"Fuck... Traffic light. I'll let you know if you're too rough." Reece growled, but it ended as a plaintive, submissive huff as his length jumped within Isiat's paw, soaking the vulpine's fingers with precum. Wasting no time, Isiat smeared the slick mess across Recce's puckered tail hole, adding his own twitching contributions to help prepare to take his prize. His deliberately blunted claws spread the improvised natural lubricant around, pressing just inside his tight sphincter to tease him more.

"Good pup. Smart choice. I approve. I'm knotting you before this is over..." He rumbled, nipping along the mutt's rounded ears. With a firm tug, he brought Reece's head around to face where Marcella and Shadi were very, very actively enjoying each other's company on the warm sands by the fire, making him watch while he made ready to fuck the mutt beneath him.

"And then I think we'll head back to the room, and I'll knot and breed both of them when I'm done with you."

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Shadi was hot, and it wasn't just from the fires lighting up the beach. Her tongue was stuck lewdly from between her lips in a quiet moan, a deep purr rumbling in her chest while her hips rolled and rocked like a boat adrift in the ocean waves. Below her, Marcella was panting through her nose, or at least when Shadi let her, but oh she was such a good pup when it came to eating pussy.

They had only been half paying attention to the two males with their dick-measuring contest in the sparring ring. Let them have their fun, but they were in for another thing if either of them thought they would be getting a damn thing from either of their ladies while they were preoccupied with more pressing matters.

Like Marcy, pressing her tongue upwards and dragging it against Shadi's clit, for example. With a mouth full of Lioness muff and being busy thoroughly tongue fucking Shadi for every bit of sweet heat she could lick out of her, the African wild dog couldn't answer for herself, but Shadi was sure she'd have agreed with her sentiment.

"Oh hey Marcy, your-uh-uh- Fuck!" Shadi bit her lip, but it failed to contain her high-pitched squeal of pleasure as the canine's tongue buried in her cunt swirled and lathered across her passage, hitting all of the right spots in a single, broad motion. It sent Shadi's thoughts right out of her head, the words utterly lost to the crash of pleasure that stuck her as she fell forwards, bracing herself on her paws in the sand.

Climax ripped through her, her muscles tensing and spasming while a whole lot of hot, sweet feline nectar dripped across Marcy's open maw, clamped and stretched wide over Shadi's hot little honeypot like she was feasting on the lioness's cunt. Her throat rippled as she eagerly swallowed whatever her tongue caught, before she parted at last, with a wet smack of her lips like a satisfied diner.

"Not... Getting away that easy.... Cat." The spotty female's paws grappled Shadi's thighs, holding her down in a vice grip like she was wrestling with a bucking mustang. She dove right back into the lioness's muff with a growl. Shadi squealed as the pleasure reached an almost painful high, far too sensitive and swollen to keep going, and yet Marcy's tongue offered her no respite under her onslaught.

"Mah- Marcy! Stop! Aaa! No more! It's too much-! Too... Ngggh~ Fuck!" Her claws made gouges in the soft sand as another spasm overtook her. With the canine's elbows locked around her legs, Marcella had no trouble flipping the little lioness over and dumping her chubby, naked figure onto the sand. With an all too eager growl, she dived her muzzle back in.

Shadi's cries echoed along the beach as she came hard again, only to find that when she at last came down from the blissful high, she was sprawled out and panting at the sky. The stars twinkled above mismatched, gem-like emerald and brown topaz eyes. She looked every part a fucked silly feline.

Marcella was grinning like a cheeky bitch as she rummaged through a bag of their things beside the plastic cooler and with a delighted 'Ah-hah!', drew back. Triumphantly, she held out a bundle of pink straps and buckles attached to something thick and made of silicone.

It took Shadi a few moments to work out what it was, an electric blue and pink replica of a canine's cock bobbing lewdly from the strap-on harness. At once, her body responded with a needy throb that had her toes curling in the sand. Shadi's eyes locked onto the harness hungrily, though not for the reason Marcy might have expected her picked-out prey to react.

But perhaps...

"It's been a while since I've gotten to break this bad boy out. And fucking you while my mate gets fucked by yours? That's the icing on the cake. I love watching ladies squirm and beg."

Shadi sprung up with a quickness that the wild dog hadn't expected, and snatched the harness from Marcy's paws before she could protest. A second later, she silenced any argument by pressing their lips together in a heated kiss, forcing her tongue into Marcy's muzzle with a moan. A canine and a feline, two beautiful ladies in their own rights, just making out in the firelight.

Marcella was so dazed that it was all she could do to let her lips part and submit to the kiss, her tongue pinned to the roof of her mouth as Shadi's lashed along its underside. Her moan was a sweet little musical note that Shadi decided she wanted to hear more of, and now she had just the tool for it. When they parted, Marcy's expression and sex-sodden muzzle had curled into a smile, and her eyes were glazed with a pleasured kind of bliss. Shadi grinned, and ran a single paw along the length of the canine's chin, before playfully shoving her down into the sand on her paws and knees.

With a lazy motion, she slid the strap-on's harness into place and tightened it, giving a devious growl. The inner part of the harness was textured and gave a quiet electronic rumble as it rubbed against her soaking nethers, sending tingles of pleasure up the lioness's spine. Oh, this was just too good. She was going to have fun with this...

"Only problem, Marcy, is that it's mine now. Bend over and flag that tail like a good bitch who wants to get railed. You can tell me after Isiat's turn with you who fucked you harder." Her meaty paws fell onto the canine's hips, rubbing over her plump and raised ass before she gave it a slap that sent jingles through the muscle.

Marcella raised an eyebrow as she looked over her shoulder, her tail wagging rapidly as she lifted it, barking once at the smack. It was a shameless and eager invitation, her muzzle parted slightly in a warm pant of excitement. Her entire body trembled with the thrill of it, like a tingle of electricity running from her ears to her toes that were curling in the sand. She was hot for the little lioness who had taken a sharp turn to the dominant side, and Marcella was completely onboard with it.

"Please? Don't spoil me too much before your boy even has a chance..." Marcella cooed hotly as the lioness's weight dropped upon her back, those sharp feline fangs digging into the base of her neck, scruffing her just like Isiat had scruffed Reece. Her back arched as Shadi mounted her, and she moaned shamelessly as she submitted herself for the big cat's pleasure. Gods she hoped Shadi didn't hold back either. She didn't want to walk straight afterwards with how ready her body was to be wrecked. She was drooling her excitement down her folds and thighs, a steady, slow drip drip drip falling to the sand between her legs. Who the hell needed lube when you were this wet?!

"Ahh- oooh, so rough... more. Please! Fuck me already!"

The wild dog grunted as the toy slid easily into her already dripping folds, kept nice and warm in their bag before being broken out. It parted her easily as more of the silicone shaft pressed into her body with a messy slap, the knot of it bouncing off of Marcy's splayed sex with messy slaps. The canine bitch yelped as Shadi grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head backwards, pressing their lips firmly together as she noisily hilted the strapon in her cunt again, hips driving and forcing moans from her mouth, at least when Shadi let her breathe.

"There's a good girl. Moan real nice and loud for them now. Let the boys know who's the Queen around here." Shadi growled, setting into a rapid tempo of fucking while the inbuilt vibrator buzzed against her soaked feline snatch. Pleasure rippled along the lioness's nerves more with each passing moment, grinding herself against the buzzer with each deep thrust, holding the toy hilted deep in Marcy's snatch while her hips gyrated like a dancer. She was making the curvy canine sing oh so sweetly. The wild dog's paw was already in her muzzle, biting down to muffle the sound of her moaning.

"What is it, Marcy? Reece not fuck you like this enough? Or have you two just been hanging out with the kind of women who don't know how to?"

"Ahh~ Fuck! Just like that. You're right at my fucking womb-" Marcella barked, her face contorted in a face twisted with overwhelming pleasure. Shadi had to reach down and grab the base of her tail just to keep it flagged and still while she fucked the canine stupid.

"Mmhm, and the knot isn't even in you yet, yet you're dripping and making such a mess, wet bitch. Tell me you want it." Shadi growled with a low, wet rumble, her pseudo-mane along her spine bristling. It had been far, far too long since she'd last had a girl to dominate like this, but when Isiat let her off her leash and told her to go hunt, well... Who was she to deny the primal theme of the night? Her master wanted her to hunt. She was going to bring him back a prize too fucked silly to resist them. And if Marcy thought Shadi was mean by herself, she was in for a surprise.

Marcella collapsed to her shoulders in the sand, the paw she wasn't gnawing on diving between her legs to rub circles of her clit. Shadi slapped it away at once, grabbing her by the wrist tightly with her paws around the canine's wide hips. She whined desperately, forced to content herself with the pleasure Shadi's rough breeding was forcing on her.

"Ahh. Bad girl. I'll get you to that when I'm ready. Now beg for it. Call out to your mate and let him hear you moan. Tell him what a good bitch you are for me. You're going to be a fucking puddle when I'm done." Shadi demanded of the spotty girl, one paw reaching down to roughly grope and maul her hanging, bubbly tits.

Their fur meshed into a mess of brown and tans, spots and stripes grinding and thrusting against one another in a frantic, energetic dance of carnal instinct, and Marcella's pitiful, needy whimpering was as music to Shadi's big ears. She was having to work that toy in her, feeling each tug and pull as Marcy's body clenched down hard around it. The friction and resistance combined with the constant thrum of the vibrator was making Shadi's body hum with bliss, quickly building towards what promised to be a screaming peak, but she wanted to hear the bitch screaming her name in pleasure first.

She didn't hold back and dug her claws into Marcy's hips, shifting her stance before she really started to fuck her into that puddle she'd promised.

Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound of their hard fuck was unmistakable as it echoed into the night.

"Ahh! Reece! Fuck, she's gonna- Oh fuck I'm gonna cum. Fuck. Shadi!" She bit her lip before a bark tore past her lips. "Shadi! Pleasepleasepleaseohfuck~"

"Please what, spotty bitch?" Marcy's body was clenching hard, her thighs trembling as she fought back climax as best she could.

"I wanna. I want it! Put it in! Make me yours! I want to cum! I- Ahhh~!"

Whatever the wild dog had been about to scream was lost in a yelp and a cry of ecstasy that rang from her lips. Shadi's hips surged forwards and forced the toy's thick silicone knot past Marcy's stretched lips with a messy pop. She joined her in a shuddering climax that turned her knees to jelly as Shadi roared out her conquest like the goddamn Queen lioness she was.

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Isiat grunted as he smacked his hips into Reece's own, stretching out the tight wild dog with his dappled vulpine prick. The male's tight ring gripped his cock like a vice and brought a pleasured huff forth from Isiat's lips while he fucked him. His own natural slickness along with a generous helping of Reece's leaking precum from beneath him had helped in that regard, providing plenty of lubricant for Isiat to take his damn prize.

Or at least one of them...

"Relax mutt, don't want to have you hurt yourself before the night's over."

"Worry about yourself." The Wild dog pinned beneath the vulpine grunted, rocking himself back into Isiat's steady and even thrusts, one paw on his cock as it bobbed freely beneath him. "I'll let you know... Just Unf- Keep going, like that. Fuck."

Isiat couldn't help but snicker, leaning in to drag his tongue across Reece's throat. The motion earned a silent shiver that ran down the canine's spine, making him tense again around Isiat's throbbing prick. It did the cocky male well to be humbled for a change if his lady's comments were anything to go by. He certainly seemed to be enjoying though and was certainly no stranger to being versatile in what role he took in the bedroom.

"That's "keep going, Sir?", Right?" Isiat let out a soft rumble, tightening his finger's about his canine prick, pushing the dog's hand aside to replace it with his own. The dog was twitching freely along his belly, jets of preseed accompanying each pulse that ran along his shaft's length.

Already he'd made a mess of Isiat's paw and his own belly fur. Textured, vulpine paw pads stroked across Reece's cock flesh with the same absolute command of motion that Isiat's thrusts had, disciplined and even, never providing more or less pleasure than exactly what he wanted his partner to feel. The kitsune was well practised in the carnal arts, though Isiat knew he was just waiting to really let out his more savage side...

"Harder. You can go harder... Sir." Reece spoke the words with the reluctance of the pleasured, trying not to make himself seem too eager to play the submissive role between them. Isiat just nodded and straightened himself up on his paws and knees. With one hand, he took a hold of Reece's hip, the other gripping the wild dog's tail halfway along its length for leverage. The precum coating his paw smeared into the spotty mutt's fur.

He tossed his head back and barked out to the sky, joined distantly by other revellers along the length of the beach before he thrust back into the canine with a harsh smack of his hips. Reece could take it, he was sure, and so he didn't hold himself back, bucking and thrusting with frenzied fucking that would have made even his feral ancestors envious. Reece grunted, a shot of precum staining the sand beneath him into a small puddle where the streaky dripping pooled. Pleasure made them both shudder delightfully, and Reece let his eyes shut, focusing on enjoying the rough treatment.

"There you go... Good mutt."

"Shut up and fuck me hard."

Isiat drilled his ass like an infantry grunt got drilled by a Provo sergeant, hammering against the male's toned rump relentlessly. Tight and smooth, the canine's hot ring grabbed at the top of his knot as it pressed and stretched him a little more with each time Isiat drove the full length of his bitch-breaking vulpine cock into the hilt. The wild dog under him was huffing now, those jolts of pleasure coming more and more frequently as Isiat pummeled his prostate. Little grunts and growls of bliss escaped them both.

Isiat's ears twitched as the minutes rolled by, listening to the sounds of Shadi and Marcella fucking on the beach as his wife took her own wild dog to town. Shadi's eyes met his and they shared a knowing grin at one point, and Isiat slowed himself deliberately, leaning across Reece's back. The wild dog was panting hard, his paws kneeling at the sand while Isiat lazily pushed his knot a little harder against his sphincter, threatening to push it in full with just the slightest more pressure.

"You see your girl? Shadi's about to blow her fucking mind." He teased, gently cupping the dog's chin in one hand to turn his head to watch. His other snuck beneath Recce's belly, taking a grip of the other male's prick once again and stroking him quickly. He felt how the canine tensed and throbbed as his eyes locked on the erotic sight of their ladies, caught up entirely in the primal energy of the atmosphere and giving in to their feral instincts. His cock practically jumped when Isiat's made a rough grind against his prostate.

When Shadi, at last, gave her the knot, Marcella all but screamed. Even from their position, both of the males could see the way her body shuddered almost violently beneath Shadi's much smaller frame, rolling and bucking through what was sure to be an orgasm she'd remember for a long time after. The scent of their heat mingled with the metallic tang of the pair of males' own musky scent, combining into a smell that could only be described as 'lust'.

"You want me to fuck you like that mutt?"

Reece whined, his body tensing. His hips were already rolling on instinct, thrusting himself into the warm grasp of Isiat's paw, slick with precum. The vulpine's fingers curled tightly around Reece's knot and made the canine draw his breath sharply at the spoke of pleasure. Isiat held him like that, feeling each twitch and jump of the male's prick.

"Yes, sir."

"Gonna be a good pup and let me knot you up like Marcy?" Isiat growled, pressing himself forward again. He could feel the way Reece's ass tightened up as his knot threatened once more to spread that ring apart and lock them together. The canine was close and he could tell, his own furred sac tapping against the back of Reece's, tightly drawn against his sheath. Isiat wasn't far off from his own peak either and he knew it. His cock throbbed against the wild dog's prostate, making Reece whine even more from the twin pleasure of being fucked and having his knot squeezed.

The wild dog grunted and bucked his hips as if on instinct, humping into Isiat's clenching paw. The kitsune let him and slowly worked himself forward with each thrust, inching his way deeper into the canine's ass bit by bit, his knot now pressed firmly against the tight ring of muscle. Streaks of precum marked the mutt's insides, and no doubt he'd be smelling of Isiat's scent for a week after this. But he was tightening up, clenching down as if trying to make Isiat reach his peak before he had a chance to knot his ass good and proper.

Well, that just wouldn't do. He needed Reece to relax more if he wanted to knot him...

Pushing his body over Reeces and bringing his head alongside the wild dog's muzzle, Isiat started thrusting wildly, knocking the breath from him with each hitting before he drew back out to repeat it. Over and over he did this, going a little faster and a little harder each time until finally, Reece could take no more.

His muzzle twisted in a snarl of pleasure, and Isiat took the opportunity while he was distracted to grab the dogs muzzle, twisting his head to face him, before he closed his lips against the mutts, and all but shoved his tongue down the dog's throat in a messy, passionate kiss. Muffled little pleasured noises escaped between them, the sounds of a heated mating between them drowning out the background din of the beach party.

Reece relaxed for just a moment as he moaned like a good pup, and a second later, Isiat knot slipped in with a messy pop, tight muscles clenching around the root of his cock as it throbbed and pulsed wildly, depositing a healthy load of vulpine cum to mark the wild dog's ass as his property now. The bulb swelled quickly, stretching Reece to his limit as it jumped in time with the kitsune's pulse, locking them together and ensuring his cum had nowhere to go but deeper in his backside.

Reece's own cock lept in his paw, the maroon shaft pulsing as he shot ribbons of cum across his belly and the sand bellow, tensing and jerking upwards as each needy throb raced along its length, off white canine seed spilling from his tip. He panted hard through his nostrils, eyes still clenched shut, but made no attempt to fend off Isiat's kiss, letting their tongues wrestle while climax washed over both males. He could distinctly feel each warm jet that coated his insides.

Isiat broke it off after a few more moments, catching his breath with a satisfied grin smeared across his muzzle. The vulpine's tongue washed over Reece's cheek playfully. He stilled his thrusting, and slowly, shifted his weight to the side, carefully moving until he had flipped over rump to rump in a proper canine tie, his cock still jerking as he pumped his load into the wild dog.

"See? Not so bad losing once in a while, is it mutt?"

Reece murmured, and let his shoulders slowly drop to the ground, arms folded beneath his head as he rumbled, well fucked and satisfied, his body humming pleasantly in the afterglow. They'd be stuck there for a while yet. Might as well get comfortable.

"Hmm... If you fuck that good every time, Marcy and I might have to keep you two."

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"Fuck that's hot... Talk about playing up the theme..." Marcella grunted from beneath Shadi, The pair laid out on their sides, busy watching the boys across the way. Shadi had started slowly rolling her hips again, the vibrating strapon still buried firmly in Marcella's dripping, swollen cunt. Their eyes were locked on to where Isiat and Reece were on the beach, now ass to ass with just a hint of Isiat's dappled maroon vulpine cock visible between them, knot firmly tied with her Marcy's mate's ass.

"Mmhm... Yeah, it is. He does put on a good show. Remind me to tell you later about his dragon friend who fucked him for me." Shadi teased as one paw curled around Marcy's side to play with her clit, just above where the toy's knot bulged her sex lips outwards from its size.

Marcella's body shivered in delight at the small little circuits her fingers were making, her leg reflexively jerking like she was getting a good belly rub each pass. She whined and spread herself as Shadi's thrusts grew a little deeper, the lioness grinding the toy right against the back of her passage, letting the vibrator pleasure her in turn as she ground against the straps.

From here, she could see the way Isiat's sac tensed and pulled up with each ribbon of cum, twitching every second or so and no doubt making a mess of the spotty mutt's ass he was tied to.

"Just think... Give him a little while, and he can be doing that to you, naughty bitch. And maybe, if your boy is a good mutt, Isiat might even let him have a turn at me at the same time."

Marcella nodded, though her eyes stayed glued to the pair of powerfully built males, the way Isiat's tails seemed to stroke Reece's back as they wagged and waited for his knot to shrink as if he were praising a good pet. Gods, she could smell their rut from here, and it made her entire body flush with need, clenching about the toy's knot lodged in her.

"Yes, please... You can shove your face in my tits while they try their best to put a pup in us."

"Exactly. But first, you're going to cum for me at least once more before they're done. You're still mine until then, and you're not a puddle yet. Let's see about changing that, naughty bitch... Go on and moan for them. Let them know what they're missing." Shadi purred, licking along the rim of the wild dog's ear, before she picked up her thrusting with the strapon again, letting Marcy moan as she was screwed to the naughty view of their partner's tied ass to ass on the beach.