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1. Strange Homecoming

Nayeli wasn't quite sure why he needed her to come along, but followed him dutifully through the door to her mother's room, closing it gently behind her. On the bed, Tuli moaned softly, peeking an eye open to reassure her daughter that she was alright...or at least that there was nothing more to be done for her at the moment. The older Lioness' eyes widened considerably when she saw the Rabbit standing beside Nayeli, and she sat up quickly. "You're home!!" she greeted him, half a cheer and half a shocked gasp as she saw his new coloration, "By the forgotten gods...Oro, are you alright?!"

He nodded, looking her over with a surprising wariness. "I know it looks bad," he admitted slowly, "But I am. Are you?" he asked curtly.

The shining lust in her eyes dulled a little, competing with a more natural sorrow. Turning her legs over the edge of the bed, Tuli pulled he covers aside to show her belly back to its former, unimpregnated fit. "I know it looks bad," she echoed his answer, "But I am. Or mostly. Gods forgotten...this is the most inappropriate time," she groaned to herself, putting her head in her hands briefly before pushing her hair back and forcing herself to face him again, "I'm sorry, Oro...I have never needed a man so badly..."

"Don't be," the Rabbit grunted, already pulling his shirt over his head, "It's the fucking curse. Not your fault. We'll talk after you're taken care of."

She nodded silently, watching him strip like a starving man watching his first meal in weeks being prepared. Her legs spread themselves like they had a mind of their own, and she subconsciously began loosening the knot in her nightgown. Nayeli, eyes bouncing back and forth between them, started to sidle towards the door, seeing herself as unnecessary (to say nothing of uncomfortable). "I'll--"

"Stay," Oro declared, so abruptly and insistently that she froze mid-step. Looking her hard in the eyes even as his pants dropped to the floor, her husband only explained, "I might need you this time."

To be honest...she wasn't sure what to make of that statement. But he seemed serious...worried, in fact...so Nayeli closed the door behind her once more, and stepped clearly away from it. Tuli patted the mattress, inviting her daughter to her side. "I'm sorry, dear," the older Lioness smiled apologetically as her daughter took a seat beside her, "I think I can guess what he has in mind, and it's for my sake." Oro moved to join them before she could get further in her explanation, though, and Tuli quickly cupped her hands between her thighs and clamped her knees together, stopping him in his tracks. "Oro, dear...be very careful, please. My hands wander when I'm not thinking about it. I can't help it. I've rubbed myself raw down there. I know that can't be helped, but keep it in mind, please," she begged as she took her hands away and leaned back, spreading her legs for him again.

Oro frowned, and Nayeli looked a mix of confused and embarrassed. The Rabbit exhaled slowly, forcing himself to drop his shoulders and relax as much as he could manage. "Alright," he said in a surprisingly gentle tone, "I'll deal with it. Come here, Mom."

Nayeli arched a brow, even as an excited shiver ran up her mother's spine and Tuli got to her feet. "Now you call her 'Mom'?" the younger Lioness asked, not so much an accusation as a request for explanation.

Tuli patted her daughter's thigh sympathetically before stepping away. "Don't complain, dear. It took nearly two seasons for me to convince him to use the word," she smiled, then put her arms around the Rabbit in a firm hug. "...I am glad to see you safe," she whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry for--"

"I told you not to be," he interrupted her, returning the hug gently and sincerely, "I'll make it right. Just relax, Mom," he promised, pulling one side of her nightgown open and laying his lips to the plump nipple it exposed. He was surprised by a sweet taste and wetness on his tongue...but made no remark on it for now. The immediate priorities were higher than his questions.

Nayeli cleared her throat, as if to remind her husband she was in the room...and still wondering why. "...You clearly think I need to be here," she prompted gently, "So I won't complain. But if I'm supposed to help...I need to know how."

Before Tuli could answer, Oro pulled her chin down and kissed her, briefly and softly, on the lips. "Not to be selfish," he growled softly, "But I have to come first." She nodded her understanding even before he laid a hand on top of her head, pushing her down to her knees.

Tuli leaned in against his thighs, kissing the tip of his semi-erection affectionately. "Oh, you're such a big boy, son," she sighed before wrapping her lips around it. Oro frowned, but made no correction to her.

"...Incest is kind of a big turn-on for your Mom," he told Nayeli at last, clearly just as uncomfortable to say it as she was to hear it, "I play to it, sometimes, to make things go faster." Giving his wife a hard, though apologetic look, he explained, "To make this as quick as possible, with as little contact as possible...I need you to help. Both of us. Please be mad at me later. Right now...strip."

Nayeli looked...understandably shocked. The blush on her cheeks reached all the way down to her collar-bone. For a moment she couldn't breathe. But, eventually...she lifted her shirt over her head, unfastened her bra, and deposited both by the foot of the bed. She struggled a little to get her pants out from under her hips, but eventually dropped those into the pile as well.

"Your daughter's ready for you," Oro growled softly to the Lioness sucking his dick hungrily (though Nayeli felt anything but ready), "Go taste her."

"Oh, gods forgotten, son," she sighed as he pulled out of her mouth, looking over her shoulder with a storm of apology and lust in her eyes. Nayeli pushed a smile onto her face, and held her arms out to her mother. Oro caught the shoulders of her nightgown as Tuli turned, and rolled the garment right off her shoulders as she stepped away from him.

Tuli leaned down as she got within Nayeli's reach, returning the hug and coaxing Nayeli down onto her back as their lips met in a warm, soft kiss. "Dear...I'm so sorry," she whispered briefly.

Nayeli answered by resting her fingertips on her mother's ample breast. "Don't be...Mom," she whispered back before sealing the kiss again. She could feel the excited tremble run through the older Lioness' body, and the heat of the kiss growing.

Oro patted Tuli's presented posterior gently. "Taste her other lips."

The blush spread wider across Nayeli's shoulders as her mother moved obediently down, pressing her face gently between her daughter's thighs. "H-how...is this helping you...exactly?" Nayeli asked her husband as her mother's tongue touched her nether-lips, shamelessly parting the pink folds in search of her pearl.

Stepping past the older Lioness, Oro put one knee up on the bed and leaned low over his wife. "Because you look fucking hot when you're submissive," he confessed just before stealing a kiss of his own. Nayeli moaned at the dual pleasures, one guilty as Hell and the other satisfying as Heaven. As they broke the kiss, though, Oro had to confess to the lie before he drew away: "You always look fucking hot." And the proof, as far as he was concerned, was standing hard and throbbing between his thighs as he moved back behind Tuli.

Laying one strong hand on the small of Tuli's back, and hooking the other in the crease between her hip and her thigh, Oro added a few more confessions. "I am tired," he declared as he got his tip nested against the Lioness' entrance.

"Oh fuck," Tuli muttered into her daughter's muff, taking a handful of blanket in each fist as she prepared herself.

"I am hungry," Oro added, rocking into her firmly. Tuli's face slid up Nayeli's belly a short way, and the Lioness grit her teeth as he rocked back for the next thrust.

"I am cold all the way down to my bones," he grunted, thrusting in hard this time, and Tuli groaned, on the verge of tears, and relied on Nayeli for support as the pair clung to one another.

"And, for once, I am fucking horny as Hell!" he pounded her shamelessly from behind, "So I'm not going to wait one more fucking hour to fuck my hella hot wife!" Those three thrusts were all it took. He gnashed his teeth as he ground his hips against her entrance, and Tuli screamed in relief as the pressure broke, and her orgasm overwhelmed her. Nayeli held her tight, momentarily forgetting the touch of their breasts and the heat of their lips entirely. Oro had declared that she was next...and that thought had her wet and eager, despite circumstances. It was rare for him to be the one taking initiative like that, and it turned her on.

Tuli was practically crying by the time Oro pulled out and carefully moved her aside from Nayeli, laying the older Lioness down on her belly to rest. Despite having just climaxed, his dick was still swinging hard and strong as he pushed Nayeli's knees apart without so much as a word of warning. Not that she needed any, or would have refused him. Her ankles hooked behind his hips almost instinctively. One hand reached out to brush her fingertips through the fur of his chest as he plunged into her in a single thrust. "Mmm...welcome home, husband," she sighed. Oro just grunted, his hands taking a possessive grip on her hips as he rocked inside her.

Nayeli's free hand was claimed by her mother, who squeezed it gently as she lay beside her, slowly regaining command of her breath. "I'm sorry, dear," the older Lioness whispered, "I know--"

"Mom," Nayeli interrupted her gently, "Don't be." Laying her mother's hand on her breast, she used her freed hand to coax Tuli closer, drawing her into a sincere, tongue-swirling kiss. The older Lioness' eyes widened, and then she seemed to melt into the kiss, savoring it and the warmth of her daughter's body. They exchanged kisses, caresses, and licks, fondling each other's breasts and running lips and tongues over every sensitive place within easy reach, until Oro leaned down low over Nayeli's belly, grunting softly with each firm stroke.

"Nngh...Mom...I think he's getting close," Nayeli whispered, kissing Tuli's neck, "Will you help me...finish with him?"

Blushing with pleasant shock and arousal, Tuli nodded, sliding down to the edge of the bed. "Pardon my hand, son," she cooed to Oro, leaning in to kiss his cheek as she eased her hand beneath his belly, combing through the thick fur above her daughter's muff until she found her goal, and gently slid one finger around the hood. Nayeli gasped, open-mouthed, and clutched the back of Oro's head. "Go on, dear," Tuli encouraged the Rabbit, making slow, tight circles around her daughter's pearl each time he took enough pressure off her hand, "She's waiting for you."

"...Fucking...know that," he growled through clenched teeth, driving even harder into Nayeli's love-tunnel.

"Don't talk to...my Mom...like that," Nayeli warned breathlessly, despite the open-mouthed smile on her face, "While you're...h-humping me...in front of her..."

Tuli giggled, giving Oro a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, dear. You can talk to me like that all you want...while you fuck me in front of my daughter..."

Oro's teeth ground in the back of his jaw, and he groaned a low, almost painful groan as his hips sealed against Nayeli's, twitching uncontrollably inside her. Nayeli sighed blissfully as the warmth pouring into her and the delicate teasing of her pearl pushed her over the edge as well. Beside her, Tuli's teeth were also grit against the mix of pleasure and pain. Her hand had discreetly worked its way between her thighs while she coaxed her daughter to climax, and now shared it with her.

Oro all but collapsed on top of Nayeli as his orgasm subsided, kissing her heaving breasts softly before he withdrew and scooted further up, to lay with his chin pillowed on the side of her neck. "Fuck," he hissed breathlessly, "It's so good to be home...no matter how strange."

Nayeli nodded, turning her head to kiss his cheek and repeated, "Welcome home, husband." Then she turned to her other side, where Tuli was crawling back up to join them, and kissed her mother's cheek as well, "And you're welcome, Mom. Don't apologize about it any more." Tuli returned the gesture of affection, nodding submission to her daughter's insistence, and laid down beside them for some much needed sleep.

2. Pony Play and Sibling Sandwich

She could just hear Diya's voice through the door, though the sound was too muffled to make out what she was saying. Just based on the tone and general pacing, though, it sounded like she and Kylan were having some sort of talk, rather than being engaged in...'bed-time activities'. So Sarahi knocked gently on the door, and waited to see if they would answer.

Diya immediately stopped talking. It took a surprisingly long time for her to answer the knock, though, and she did so by opening it just enough to poke her head through the gap, blinking up at the Sha'khari. "Is everything alright?" the little Feline asked, clearly surprised to see Sarahi outside her own bedroom at this hour.

Sarahi nodded quickly. "Oh yes. Oro's just taking one of his special nights with Nayeli. So I was wondering how you two felt about...company...tonight," she smiled sheepishly with blushing cheeks.

Diya blinked at her again...then giggled. "Your own room's kind of quiet, huh?" the smaller Feline grinned sympathetically.

The Sha'khari nodded a little less enthusiastically. "Yeah. I'm definitely spoiled on sharing a bed now. Er, but I can come back later if you're enjoying something...personal," she promised, "Or not at all. Sorry for interrupting."

Diya rocked her head thoughtfully, then opened the door wide and motioned her in. "It's fine. Kylan would probably appreciate a little interruption," she smirked, closing the door behind the Sha'khari again before Sarahi could fully process the scene in front of her.

Kylan was kneeling on the bed, with a blindfold over his eyes and a ball-gag strapped in his mouth. His hands were cuffed together, held above his head by a thin rope connecting the cuff chain to the lamp mounted on the wall above their bed. A pair of belts held his knees folded tight with his heels under his butt, both lifted off the bed enough that the rope connected to his wrists was the only thing preventing him tipping right onto his face. Diya had the strap-on snug around her hips, set with the dildo modeled from Oro.

Sarahi's chin fell slack. "I...uh...didn't realize you two were into...this."

Diya giggled, climbing back up onto the bed and giving her brother a little push to rock him back to a more stable position on both legs: "We're not, yet. Tonight's our first time trying it out, actually, just to see if Kylan enjoys it." Reaching behind his head, Diya unfastened the strap of the gag, pulling it out of her brother's mouth. "So how was it? I know we haven't done much yet, but...?"

Her brother ran his tongue around his lips to wet them again before answering, "Uh...not bad? It's a little scarey, not being able to see or move, but I trust you enough that it's not too hard. The thing you were doing with my nipples felt good. Ehe...not sure I'd want to keep going with company in the room, though," he confessed with a blushing smile, "I'll feel bad for ignoring her."

Diya giggled, already reaching for the blindfold. "Yeah, we don't have enough ropes for a second person, anyway. And two doms would just be excessive," she winked at Sarahi, who nodded distractedly while clearly indulging her imagination with what Diya might have been doing with her brother's nipples...or about to do to his lifted tail. The sight obviously put fun ideas into Diya's head, as she gave the Sha'khari a sly grin before pulling the blindfold off of Kylan and getting the key to the cuffs off the nightstand. "So, Sarahi, wanna play a different game with us? How do you feel about...playing 'pony', maybe?"

The Sha'khari blinked, tilting her head curiously, but back to smiling again. "I think I'm down for that, but how do we play? Heh, the only experience I have with 'role-play' in the bedroom is making myself be a boy instead of a girl, but I wouldn't mind trying some other things."

Diya gave her a smug look, like her ignorance was cute in some way, and the Feline looked forward to destroying it. Gesturing for Sarahi to come closer, the Feline reached out to lean on the larger woman with both arms around her neck, and planted a quick kiss on Sarahi's nose. "I'll spell it out for you, since you're new to stuff like this," Diya promised with a smile, "But part of the fun of role-play is figuring out how to act your part as you go along. In this instance," she flashed a mischievous smile, "You're going to carry us on your back, down to your room. I'm calling it 'the stable' from here forward. After we get there, Kylan and I are going to brush you down...and ride you in a very different way," she winked, trusting Sarahi could understand that much at least. Picking up the ball-gag she'd just taken out of Kylan's mouth, she dangled it in front of Sarahi's eyes. "We're going to use this for the reins, and put 'blinders' on you for the second ride. You know, to keep you from getting distracted. Does all that sound like fun?" she asked sincerely. Neither Diya nor Kylan would blame her for refusing, and would be fine with entertaining her right here in their own room in more conventional ways.

Sarahi answered by licking her lips once...and opening her mouth to accept the gag. Diya giggled, and started to gently insert the smooth ball between her teeth, until Sarahi pulled her face back briefly to question one thing: "Uh...no whips, right? Or riding-crop?"

Both twins laughed, and Diya shook her head reassuringly. "No. We don't even have one. I've played at using a crop before, but it was really just my hand. And no spurs, either," she promised. With a much-relieved sigh, Sarahi leaned forward again, placing her teeth around the ball-gag. Diya finished fastening it behind her head while Kylan collected the blindfold and a bottle of their favorite lube. "Now...ponies don't wear clothes," Diya grinned, taking hold of the hem of Sarahi's pajama shirt. The Sha-khari raised her arms willingly, and Diya quickly pulled the cloth up and over her head, tossing onto their pillows. Then she took the bit of rope that had been holding Kylan to the lamp and tied it loosely to the gag's strap, next to both of Sarahi's cheeks.

All prepared to begin their play, Sarahi folded her hands over her tummy to quell the erotic butterflies gathering in it, and turned her side close to the bed, so the little twins could slide across her back with relative ease. "Oo, what a well-trained mount!" Diya praise with a giggle, patting Kylan's butt, "You first, brother."

Kylan stretched one leg across Sarahi's second back, just a little behind her leonine shoulders. Diya slid on right behind him, wedging the dildo she was still wearing snug between her belly and his back, and reached around either side of him to take the 'reins' hanging down Sarahi's back. Her brother leaned forward to whisper quickly, "Just lay down if we get too heavy. Don't hurt yourself."

Sarahi nodded her understanding...then converted that motion into an imitation of tossing her head, like a pony testing its rider's grip. Diya gave the rope a little shake, and (gently) tapped her heels against Sarahi's leonine ribs. "Alright, gitty-up, you feisty animal," she snickered, and Sarahi obediently went trotting out the door with the pair on her back.

Her cheeks burned red at the thought that Tuli or Nayeli might unexpectedly step into the hall at just that moment and see her in this embarrassing circumstance. Being completely unable to speak at the moment, she would just have to play along with whatever explanation or excuse Diya and Kylan decided to give...and suspected they would lean into the play as much as they could. But the hall was as dark and quiet as it had been when she came into their room, and the Sha'khari carefully padded down the stairs and through the kitchen and dining room to the door of the bonus-room that had been converted for her use.

"Wow, it's such a smooth ride," Diya grinned, giving a gentle tug on one side of the reins, "I think I need a longer one..."

With her own giggle muffled in the gag, Sarahi turned to the side Diya had pulled, trotting back out into the main house and doing a round of the living-room and hall, back into the dining nook and through the kitchen again. The feel of the twins' legs spread around her body, and the parts that brought into contact with her bestial back, teased Sarahi's imagination terribly, though she was being careful not to actually look back at them. Just based on the feel of Kylan's dick bouncing lightly between her shoulders, and the sheer humidity radiating from between Diya's thighs, she thought the pair were enjoying this almost as much as she was.

She paused when Diya tried to turn her toward the back door, leading out into the yard and little pond behind the house. "Hmhm, should we take this stroll outside?" the mischievous Feline on her back asked. Sarahi's heart pounded in her chest, and her whole body tensed up for a moment, asking herself if she really dared to go through with that. Kylan leaned back to whisper something to Diya while the Sha'khari hesitated, though, and his sister giggled and pulled the reins again. "Yeah, you're right," Diya agreed with whatever her brother had suggested, "I'm getting saddle-sore, too. Time to take this pony to the stable," she grinned.

A short trot later, they pushed through the door to what was offically Sarahi's room, even if she almost never entered it. The king-size bed here was comfy, but tidy from lack of use. Several boxes still sat beside the far edge of the bed from the day they'd moved in, the contents having never been needed and thus never unpacked. Sarahi slowly padded up beside the bed, to a similar position as she'd used to let the twins on.

"Good pony," Diya praised softly, "Time for your rub-down." She surprised Sarahi then by scooting back onto the Sha'khari's haunches, leaning forward to rub her leonine back from the spot just behind her brother's tail all the way back to where her own thighs straddled the peak of Sarahi's hips. While she did that, Kylan tossed their things onto the bed, and parted Sarahi's long hair with his hands to rub up and down her back pleasantly. Sarahi cooed through the gag at the unexpected and genuine pampering, laying her hands over her bare breasts and...

"Ponies don't have hands!" Diya reminded her quickly with a sly grin, "Put those down. We'll get to that area soon enough." Sarahi returned her hands to her belly with a quiet groan, then decided that might still count as "using hands", so placed them resolutely beside her upper hips. Kylan massaged her shoulders and neck briefly, while Diya worked her way steadily backward until she slid right off of Sarahi's rump and onto her own feet on the floor. Kylan likewise leaned over to move onto the bed, pulling one of Sarahi's arms while Diya pushed her hips, until they'd coaxed her into turning to face the bed.

Sarahi's cheeks were burning red, and her eyes more than a little glossy with rising lust, as Kylan placed his warm hands flat against her belly and began to rub gently across the front and around the sides. He added to her embarrassment just a little...as well as her arousal...by meeting her eyes with a come-hither smile, like he was the girl trying to coax a boy into doing what he willed with her. Diya's hands began gently rubbing and smoothing down the fur underneath her bestial chest, working their way backward across the tight belly and eventually between her hind legs, while Kylan's hands moved steadily upward until they shamelessly cupped her breasts together.

An excited tremble ran down both of Sarahi's backs, and she instinctively reached to put her arms around Kylan, inviting him closer and --

"Ah-ah," Diya repeated, "Ponies don't have hands!"

Sarahi groaned into the gag again, stomping one back paw like an irritated horse might stomp a hoof, and put her hands all the way behind her back. At least that had the effect of pushing her breasts forward even more, encouraging Kylan to fondle them, and the sweet little Feline rewarded her by pressing his lips tenderly over one pink nipple and sucking gently. Diya giggled at the way Sarahi's dick twitched beneath her belly. "Hmhm, looks like someone's ready for her second ride. Lay down in your stall, pony, and we'll get your blinders on," she promised with a teasing kiss to the side of Sarahi's cock.

The Sha'khari quirked a brow over her shoulder, not quite understanding those instructions, but Kylan reached up to gently turn her face back toward him. "I can't reach you standing up," he reminded her with a whisper, then patted the bed behind him and scooted down to the foot. With a grateful nod, Sarahi stepped up onto the bed and laid down on her bestial belly, tucking her back paws up tight under her rump and swinging her tail aside to expose the slit of her pussy.

She took as deep a breath as she could through her nose, then the world went dark as Kylan pulled the blindfold down over her eyes. Sarahi could feel Diya scrambling up onto the bed, and the pair of them shuffling around near her hindquarters. An excited tremble ran down her spines as Diya quietly requested, "Grease me up, now," and suddenly wondered if it would be Kylan taking her or Diya, with the much thicker dildo.

The twins didn't clarify for her, but she could feel them both scooting around to line up right behind her tail. "Okay, pony," Kylan said softly in warning, "...Gitty-up." She couldn't really giggle through the gag, but she could moan well enough as Kylan's smooth, slender cock slid up inside her. In stark contrast to her husband, the smaller male was a comfortably smooth ride, leaving her plenty of room to relax and savor the sense of skin sliding against skin. The blindfold seemed to be making her even more aware of those sensations, as Kylan settled as deep inside her as he could reach...and Sarahi could swear she felt the moment Diya entered him.

"Hmhmhm...you good?" his sister asked as Kylan hugged Sarahi tight, bending over her haunches a little to hold his own tail-hole at a better angle for entry. Sarahi felt him nod his cheek against her fur. "Alright. Little more...and...there we go," the female Feline cooed as her own hips snugged up against her brother's rump, the dildo completely buried inside of his tight posterior.

Kylan pushed up from Sarahi's rump, taking slow, deep breaths...that turned into a short squeal as Diya rocked back and then forward again hard, driving him against Sarahi's tush. The Sha'khari's own excited squeal was muffled into a moan by the gag, and her hands moved from her back to take a tight grip on the blanket underneath her front paws, trying hard not to break the 'pony' rules and fondle herself again.

Diya seemed to notice her struggles as the little female began (more gently) rocking in and out of Kylan's tail-hole, in turn drawing and driving him into Sarahi's love-tunnel. "This is the last time I'll say it," Diya promised, sounding more amused than threatening, "Ponies don't have hands. If you touch yourself, we're moving to the tail-hole instead."

Sarahi's ears perked straight up. It was impossible to read the rest of her expression behind the blindfold and gag...but she very slowly, very deliberately, let go of her grip on the blanket...and placed her hands over her breasts, giving them a stimulating squeeze. Diya giggled. "Oo, looks like we're fucking a stud pony tonight," she cooed, obviously satisfied with this turn of events.

But Kylan was already gasping with each gentle thrust, bucking his own hips against both Diya and Sarahi with a growing desperation. "Wait...please...already...close," the little male begged, hunching a little further over Sarahi's rump. The Sha'khari curled her tail around them both, lightly patting the tuft against Diya's tush, encouraging her to indulge her brother a little. Sarahi wouldn't be making any attempt to escape her "punishment", and definitely would not object to a "round-two".

Diya grinned, though her expression went unseen by either of her distracted lovers. "Alright, you little pony-fucker," she cooed, reaching past Kylan to hook her fingers around Sarahi's folded heels, "Finish that filly up quick, then. There's a sexy stud with a tight tail I'm dying to ream!"

Even the ball-gag struggled to muffle the roar in Sarahi's throat. The Sha'khari squeezed her breasts and clenched her walls around Kylan's throbbing cock, struggling hard to keep her haunches still for him as all four paws began kneading the bed beneath them. Her claws became a genuine threat to the blankets, and she was having a hard time breathing through just her nose.

Mercifully, with a cutely feminine squeal, Kylan grabbed her hips in a tight hug and pulled himself snug up against her, pouring his climax into her pussy with a desperate relief. He gasped softly with each pulse, twitching against Sarahi's rump. Diya just smiled smugly, feeling oddly proud of herself, while the pair shivered and spasmed in front of her in the throes of their orgasm. "Guess I'll add 'being in the middle' to the list of things you like a lot," she mused quietly to her brother as the pair started to settle down. Kylan just nodded breathlessly.

Sarahi also seemed to be struggling for breath through the gag. Diya pulled out of her brother as quickly as she could without hurting him (eliciting another short squeal from Kylan), taking just a second to squirm out of the strap-on and drop it off the edge of the bed, then quickly crawled up to unsnap the strap behind the Sha'khari's head. "Are you alright?" she asked, just a little concerned.

Sarahi forced three deep breaths down into her lungs, nodding and smiling reassuringly to the smaller female. "Yeah...oh yeah...that was great," she panted, "Just hard to breathe...through the gag...when I'm that...excited. Oo, you little devil!" she grinned, grabbing Diya in a tight hug even without being able to see the Feline, "Even before the dirty talk...that was a great game." She kissed Diya's cheek, taking one more good breath to make sure she had it under control again. "Sorry for interrupting it," she smiled, "Are we still playing?" As if to demonstrate her willingness, she pushed the ball-gag back into her own mouth, smiling around the edges of it, and waited for Diya to fasten the snap behind her head again.

But Diya pulled the gag back out and took the blindfold off Sarahi's eyes. "No, I think we're done with that now. It was a lot of fun," she smiled, and Sarahi noticed Kylan nodding his agreement, still bent over her lower hips. "Um...would you still be up for round two, though?" Diya added more softly, "I haven't had mine...and I'd like a little stretch, if you know what I mean."

A shiver of fresh excitement ran up Sarahi's spines, and she immediately rolled her back half onto its side, and then onto its back, pulling free of Kylan in the process. Splaying her back legs shamelessly, she tucked her heels up against her rump again, this time with her knees spread out to either side like a butterfly. "Still want a go at my tail-hole?" she asked Kylan, reaching out to rub his chest gently with the toes of one foot, "I'm all for it, if that wasn't just Diya talking dirty for my sake."

Kylan, laying on his side beside her hind legs for a breather, nodded slowly. "Only 'cause...I don't think...you get that...from Oro," he panted.

Sarahi laughed breathlessly in return. No, she certainly did not get this kind of treatment from her husband. He'd done it for her all of once, and she'd been kind enough not to ask for it again since the day they moved in, out of consideration for him. Besides, for this particular method...Kylan was a more comfortable fit all around.

Diya giggled as she slid a leg across Sarahi's upper belly, straddling the much larger woman. "You can probably blame me for this," she grinned, leaning down to give the Sha'khari a quick kiss on the lips in gratitude, "But brother definitely likes taking it more than giving it now. Not that he's reluctant," she added with a knowing smile over her shoulder and a playful swing of her own hips, "It just takes longer."

"Oo, all the better for me," Sarahi smiled, running one hand appreciatively down the front of the smaller woman's bare body before giving her an encouraging push in the direction of her back half, "You take your time, too. I'll try my best to hold out until you're satisfied."

"Oh, that won't be hard," Diya promised, leaving a honey-trail down Sarahi's belly as she crawled backward down the Sha'khari's long body. When she felt Sarahi's tip touch her rump, she finally lifted her hips, reached between her own legs to line up the shaft with her entrance...and purred contentedly as she rocked back on it.

Sarahi smiled, and curled her knees up on either side of the smaller girl, as she felt Kylan get low astride her tail. He'd taken the moment to roll on a condom and lube it up well, making it just a little cold as it touched her back door. Sarahi tensed up for just a second, sighing as she was penetrated. She stretched her front paws out toward Diya, and the little Feline was happy to use them for a brace as she pushed herself upright, where she could let gravity do more of the work sliding Sarahi's thick rod through her tight entrance.

The Sha'khari cooed as Kylan snugged up against her rump, and began gently rocking against it in time to his sister riding the dick in front of him. "Oo, you really are the perfect size for that," Sarahi sighed, relaxing her hind legs a little and letting her back paws rest on Kylan's thighs, "Go just a little harder, if you can. The bump is pleasant."

"For me, too," Diya added as the lust grew in her eyes and her breathing started to grow short. Each time Kylan thrust into Sarahi, it nudged the Sha'khari inside her just a bit, bumping a pleasant place in her walls. They both purred in praise as her brother added a little extra oomph to his next thrust. "Forgotten gods...I'm glad you're not bothered by our size...because you're a really...great fit, too," Diya gasped, feeling Sarahi's knot filling out again and looking forward to the moment she forced that through...

Sarahi winced suddenly, making Diya pause. "Oof...easy there," she begged, squirming her hips just a bit, "That close together...I need you two to stay in sync."

"Sorry," Kylan whispered in genuine apology, immediately understanding what had happened as he pulled back, giving the Sha'khari's sac some room to breathe. When Diya slowed down to gauge whether or not she was ready to take the knot, Kylan had thrust up just as she came down...inadvertently sandwiching Sarahi's balls between their hips a little.

"It's fine," the much larger woman promised, "Kind of nice when you touch them, actually. Just not when I'm about to do this to your sister," she grinned, pulling her front paws out of Diya's hands and resting them on her thighs instead. "...Ready?"

Diya whimpered happily with a nod, resting her hands on the leonine forearms...and squealed just a little when Sarahi pressed down firmly, driving her knot up and into the other girl. Diya hunched forward, leaning on Sarahi's bestial chest instead, gasping softly with each reflexive clench of her walls around the thick rod inside her. Sarahi panted along with her, resisting the urge to thrust even a little each time those silken walls tightened. She gasped more sincerely when two small fingers gently squeezed her labia, rubbing the sensitive lips together stimulatingly.

"Oooh, no," Sarahi sighed, laying back flat on the bed again, "You can't do that! I'm a stud right now, remember? Boys don't have pussies to play with!"

Kylan chuckled, and continued teasing her sex with just the tip of his dick still inside her back door. "We're not playing anymore," he reminded her, "You can have all the parts you want. And the sooner you get your next one, the sooner you'll be able to let Diya go comfortably."

"Ooo, I'm in no hurry," his sister cooed breathlessly, now fully laying on top of Sarahi's lower belly.

The Sha'khari folded her front paws over the smaller woman comfortably, and tucked her heels up tight against her own rump again, spreading it in welcome to Kylan once more. Taking the hint silently, Kylan resumed gently rocking inside her...while continuing to teasingly rub the petals of her flower together. Between the warm walls of Diya's love-tunnel, the gentle stimulation of her own labia, and the decadent stuffing of her tail-hole, Sarahi was soon squirming almost uncontrollably, kneading the air with all four paws.

Diya grinned, clenching her walls deliberately around the knot trembling inside her. "You're such a restless lover," the little Feline giggled, then sighed in satisfaction as Sarahi roared and the pressure released inside her, shooting a warm sensation up into her lower belly. The Sha'khari splayed all her legs, working to keep her flexed toes and extended claws away from her cooperative lovers.

As the peak passed and Sarahi's long body began to relax again, Kylan withdrew and quickly stripped off the condom, dropping it into the wastebin near the bed. "Heeey," Sarahi moaned, smiling at him in her own afterglow, "That's not...right. You didn't...finish yet..."

With an apologetic smile, Kylan crawled up to share a quick kiss with Diya, and then with the Sha'khari. "It's alright," he promised, curling up beside her with a contented look on his face despite the boner still hard between his legs, "I already had one, so I'll be a while getting to the next, and you and sis look tired."

"...A little," his sister admitted, still laying on the Sha'khari's belly with eyes closed above a contented smile, waiting patiently for the knot between her legs to release.

Sarahi felt pleasantly tired, both due to having climaxed twice and the late hour, and laid her head back on the mattress with eyes closed for a moment. Putting an arm around the little Feline curled up at her side, her hand slid down his back and across the subtle curve of his butt. "...That is no excuse," she smiled, pressing one finger down between the cheeks and into his back door. Kylan gasped softly, clinging to her and instinctively grinding his rock-hard rod against her hip...or second shoulders, more accurately. "Ah," the Sha'khari opened her mouth loosely with a smile, suggesting a more pleasant place he could stick his dick while she fingered his tail-hole.

It was unneccessary. Stretching one arm and one leg across her to pull himself snug, the little male burst with a soft cry the moment she added a second finger under his tail, splashing his pleasure between her lower shoulders and the sheets. "Aw, that was a terrible lie," Sarahi chided, continuing to coax him as he spurted against her, "Look how close you were."

"Told you he prefers taking it," Diya giggled sleepily, cautiously crawling forward and dragging herself free of Sarahi's dick at last. Flopping happily on the Sha'khari's other side, she took Kylan's outstreched hand and gave it a soft kiss, then shared a similar one with the larger woman before curling up under her other arm. "Mmm...good night, you two. Thanks for the treats," she purred.

"Good night, sis," Kylan sighed in relief as his climax passed and a contented exhaustion came over him, "I love you. Heh...and you, too," he added for Sarahi, leaning up enough to kiss her underneath her chin, causing the Sha'khari to blush. "Sweet dreams."

Sarahi withdrew her fingers, giving Kylan a light pat on the tush and letting her hand just rest there. "Oo, you two are darlings," she sighed, giving them each a squeeze of a hug with the arms wrapped around them, "Sweet dreams."