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Canimus is back! Since his moments spent with Skylar and Keevu have proven to be unforgettable, this time around he finds himself in his feral form, forced in the delightful position of feral playmate for those kinky anthros. If you want to read a somewhat different story that features the same protagonists, give this one a go: https://www.sofurry.com/view/954210

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Feral Playmate

Canimus woke up on a thick bedding of hay and dried leaves, the earthy scents strong within his nostrils. He lifted his head to the dapples of light shifting through the boughs of the copse he found himself in, the harsh light forcing his eyes shut. He draped a paw over his face, bigger than his normal anthro hands, with short, stubby toes and smooth pads that kissed his sensitive nostrils.

Another lucid dream. Although he'd had several of them by now, the keenness of his feral senses still took him aback. The fresh smell of grass mingling with the stronger scents wafting through this patch of forest pushed back his drowsiness, urging him up on all fours and flaring his desire to explore his surroundings.

Where was he? The trees had too-thin trunks, their numbers too scarce to make up a forest. His first thoughts raced to Lanela, and the sweet time he had spent with her as a feral. But this couldn't be the territory she had lured Canimus in during that dream, for it was too flat, and after a short trek, Canimus already reached the end of it, grassy plains sprawling ahead of him.

No--not a plain.

An enclosure.

The wired fence rose in the distance, barely discernible even to his feral smilodon eyes. Interesting... so he must have been in some sort of wildlife reservation. Most likely their only smilodon, who would undoubtedly be subjected to various breeding programs.

Canimus licked his muzzle, tongue trailing over his prominent fangs, the barbs polishing them to a lustrous ivory. He already liked how this dream began. Perhaps a call might speed things up.

"Grrroaaah!" his guttural cry erupted from his throat, much too rough, too feral, too animalistic to resemble the simple "hello" he had in mind. Its intensity made his muscles tense up as well, his head twisting back and forth, as if to make sure the roar was his.

Who else's? The group of locust trees behind him, the air cool, betraying no hints of the existence of either predators or prey. Left and right, nothing but grass, and ahead, the fence.

"Mrrrawr," Canimus tried again. A growl.

He tilted his head to the right, disbelief washing through him. With only animalistic sounds and body language at his disposal, a tinge of panic slithered into his heart. What if the researchers mistook him for a wild animal? That could easily lead to some rather disturbing scenarios Canimus forced himself not to think of, lest they became true.

"Canimus?"

His ears shifted towards the direction of the voice, its rich hues unmistakable.

Skylar!

"Come over. Don't make me search for you. You know how it goes by now."

He didn't, which only served to stoke his excitement. With Skylar's faint fragrance sailing on the wind, the smilodon started off at a trot, breaking into a full dash as her prickly sweetness became more pungent. So strong and pleasant her scented trail was, that Canimus' balls and sheath tingled as he ran.

Just as he expected, Canimus found Skylar butt naked, her tail flowing between her shapely thighs, the shades of brown and black blending perfectly across her beautiful body. He skidded to a stop, wide eyed, gaze jumping from the pink isles dotting the tip of her breasts, to the delicate crevice between her legs, and finally to her playful, blue grey eyes. His heart skipped a beat, apprehension clogging his throat, the smilodon almost too self-conscious about the swarm of embers tickling his malehood, urging it to grow.

"Fifty cats under my care, and you're the only attention whore, mewling for us."

"That's what makes him adorable," Keevu said, catching up to his mate, the wind ruffling his dark locks. "I think he deserves a pet here and there."

"It's Sunday. It's my day off. Was supposed to just do a quick tour and leave." So Skylar said, but Canimus noticed the desire sparkling within her eyes, the way her whiskers twitched with excitement as she eyed him.

"Besides, we're already giving this guy preferential treatment. It will get to his head."

"Grawr!" Canimus uttered, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't speak.

"You go ahead if you'd like. I'll just spend a minute or two with him and catch up."

Skylar caught Keevu's wrist, jerked him back, and moved in front of the white tiger to cover his plump sack and fuzzy sheath from Canimus.

"The hell you are. Canimus craves for a lady's touch, doesn't he?"

Left with only one way to get his message across, Canimus rolled onto his back, presenting the white of his belly to Skylar. Her features softened, ears flattening a little as her palms settled on the inside of Canimus' haunches, her touch sending shudders through his frame.

"I think he's in a playful mood today," Skylar said, eying Canimus' hind paws. "Aren't you?"

"Mrrrr," his salacious growl came, that deep rumble making Skylar smile in an alluring, provocative way.

"I'm in a playful mood as well."

"Wait your turn, you horny kitty." Skylar didn't even bother turning her head while speaking to Keevu. She simply grabbed each of Canimus' hind paws in her hands, squeezing them in a hearty, pleasant grip.

Canimus released a soft hiss, his sack tightening further as Skylar lessened her clutch, rolling her thumbs over his bean-shaped toes, massaging his pads while her gaze took in his body.

"You're going to give the poor guy an erection."

Skylar shrugged her petite shoulders, increasing the frequency of her strokes, squeezing Canimus' plump pads, allowing the heat of her palm to seep into his colder paws. The smilodon rested his head back, a low hum vibrating within his throat, his satisfaction quite visible thanks to the speckle of pink protruding past his taut sheath.

"Not my fault you turned him onto a paw slut."

Keevu coughed to clear his throat, stepped to Canimus' side, and knelt to match his mate's height.

"Riiight, so it was my sole doing. Never mind that the first thing you did after they brought him here was to give him your paws to lick."

"My dear, it's not my fault you were slow as a slug. What do you expect, my sympathy?"

"A paw massage, like you give to him, would do."

Skylar let go of Canimus' paws, lowered herself onto her rump, and thrust a foot into Keevu's arm, so hard the white tiger almost fell to the side.

"I wholeheartedly agree. Start with a few licks. Make sure my pads are nice and wet before getting to work, and maybe another region of my body will get nice and wet as well."

Keevu tried to sneak a few peeks at Skylar's sex, but Canimus' haunch shielded it from view. It seemed the german shepherd picked her position with great care, one foot tucked under her stretched thigh, with the other presented to Keevu, her toes wiggling in anticipation for the tiger's tongue.

"The things I do for her," he whispered to Canimus, gently cupping Skylar's paw into his hands, sniffing and nuzzling her cushy pads before dragging his tongue alone their ebony surface, turning them slick with affection.

"Oh, that's nice," Skylar said, her toes blooming like a flower, allowing Keevu's tongue to slip between them and curl around her toes. "And you?" Her eyes matched Canimus' gaze. "Have you ever had somebody groom your paws?"

Canimus shook his head, and Skylar giggled. "That's a shame." She grabbed one of his hind paws, just under his pads, holding that paw still while she shifted her head this way and that, studying his toes from different angles, licking her muzzle all the while.

"Paws are one of the main reasons I love big cats. The shape of those toes makes the blood run faster, and a touch is all it takes to realize just how soft and great they are." The fingers of her free hand trailed over each of Canimus' pads, her tantalizing touch making his paw shudder in her clutch. The massage felt great, but such gentle touch tickled something fierce!

The thin sound Canimus produced flared Skylar's mirth. She took an even bigger interest in the blank fur lining the crevices that ran between Canimus' pads, bringing the clawed tip of a finger upon them, snickering at how Canimus jolted.

"Seems I found your weakness, my darling. Who knew that such impressive predator can be so ticklish?"

Canimus sucked in a deep breath, preparing for the worst. Instead, it was Skylar's tongue that descended upon his pads, hot and moist and subtle as silk. Its mere touch urged Canimus' meat to make its presence known to Skylar, the tidbit of pink now poking out of its confines in quite the revealing manner.

Skylar's eyes swerved to the side, glancing at it, then at Canimus. She didn't bother speaking. The way her tongue traveled along his pads and snuck between his toes already gave Canimus a glimpse into her thoughts; thoughts that made him grow bigger and harder in anticipation.

The wet suckling sound that came from his left picked up in intensity. Keevu had two of Skylar's toes in his mouth, nibbling ever so gently on them, his barbed tongue teasing the soft, padded surface of her toes. He pushed them out, giving Skylar's paw one more lick before his focus shifted to Canimus.

"Want a go at that paw, buddy? Already got it wet for you."

Skylar kicked Keevu in the chest, muffled growls following. "Speak for yourself, love. If you want to get the juices flowing, you better try harder."

"Are you sure you want it harder? Because that may lead to some unforeseen consequences," Keevu said, only to groan when Skylar's paw descended upon his half-flaccid cock, working her toes up and down his cock, drawing whimpers, moans, and growls of delight from her mate.

"Stop being a whimpering bitch. You got nothing to hide from Canimus. He's enjoying himself as much as we are."

"I...I'm still not sure if this...escalates too quickly," he mumbled, looking around, as if to make sure nobody but Canimus and his mate spotted his throbbing erection.

"The only thing quick will be your climax if I keep at this." Skylar continued her ministrations, stroking Keevu hard and fast, rolling her pads over his tapered tip, then allowing him to sink between her slick toes, the warm, silken confines putting a snarl of bliss on Keevu's face.

His hands settled on Skylar's paw, grabbing it, hips shoving his cock into those dark pads, the forceful thrusts hardening Skylar's nipples, the pink buds visibly erect.

It all came to an abrupt end when the german shepherd wrestled her paw out of Keevu's grasp, inhaling a breath of crisp air laden with sharp feline musk and sweet traces of female arousal.

"But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Canimus is our playmate. He should be properly attended as well."

Gears shifted into motion within Canimus' mind. With his full length bared before the eyes of his two companions, and a female expressing her desire to let a male do what he does best, the smilodon rolled onto his side, planting his paws onto the ground, ready to push himself onto all fours and mount Skylar.

"Not so fast, darling. Keevu, grab his neck," she said while she seized his haunches, the both of them pushing Canimus onto his back, the paw planted atop his cock freezing Canimus in place.

"We like you just the way you are. On your back. At our mercy, so to speak. It's not nearly as bad as it sounds." To get her point across, she squeezed her toes around his barbed tip, the sensitive needle-like formations prickling her pads.

"Mrrrarrr," Canimus growled, his cock pulsing for attention within her embrace. Skylar gasped as well, her paw remaining curled around Canimus' girth for a few extra moments during which she stretched her soaked lips, giving both the boys a view that got their blood boiling.

"Behave, and I'll let you spill your seed. Become too eager, and we'll treat you like we do the rest of the cats."

With his vulnerable shaft trapped between Skylar's toes and her sex bare for all to see, Canimus swallowed hard, forcing back his lust and eagerness to mount, and trying his hardest to lie still, in spite of the instincts raging within him. As a feral, his self-control was somewhat diminished, the impulses and craves that much more potent, begging to be stoked.

"I wonder how you taste," Skylar continued, running her paw along Canimus' length, brushing her pads against his rigid penis, their softness contrasting with the roughness of his barbs. She always focused on his tip, curling her toes around it, a most cruel way to tease the pent-up smilodon. His sack shuddered with want, the furred orbs turning taut from the shudders that rippled through his frame.

"I never tasted a smilodon. Must be a strong, feral, invigorating taste, and I sure hope you have enough in that pouch to give me more than just a few droplets." She nudged his balls with the tip of a claw. Panic bloomed within Canimus, the sharp tip eliciting a thin squeak from him, uncharacteristic from such a big and imposing predator.

Both Skylar and Keevu laughed at his expense, the white tiger lounging on his back in a perpendicular position from Canimus, running one foot through the downy fur of his chest and stroking his malehood to keep it up and ready.

His tool was quite the sight to behold, putting Keevu high up the list of well-endowed felines Canimus had met. His girth more than matched Canimus' and quite possibly surpassed it thanks to his satisfying thickness. The more he watched Keevu's pink padded palm stroke that similarly colored penis, the more his own barbs hardened, his lust flaring at the thought of watching a male like him pound a wet female with fast, hard, audible strokes.

"I think our buddy is more interested in males," Keevu joked, covering his nakedness, an elegant smirk spreading over his muzzle.

"Then you're made for each other, and shall not object when I go finger myself to a real climax."

"No wait!"

"Awwrrr!" Canimus growled in unison with Keevu, the urgency within their cries mellowing down Skylar.

"My, but it's easy to convince two horny males on the benefits of pleasing the lady. Very well."

She drew back her paw, pushing up onto her feet and scrutinizing Canimus. "I'm wet, I'm more than horny, and I never sampled the embrace of a smilodon. You'll know when I'm ready for you, dear mate."

Keevu didn't object, but Canimus noticed the way he rolled his eyes and looked away. Poor, pent-up kitty.

Canimus' train of thought was interrupted by Skylar, who stepped up to him, turned around, and straddled Canimus, one set of limbs on each side of his body, her chest lowering upon his belly while her rump remained high up into the air, a few infuriating inches away from his face.

Her tail fell flat over his face, its bushy texture obscuring Canimus' view, but failing to muffle the intoxicating aroma oozing from her wet crevice. As if already aware of it, Skylar waggled her rump from side to side, dragging her chest across Canimus' belly, her tense nipples sailing through his soft fur.

"Ohh that's nice. You're so warm, so fluffy, so...different than an anthro. I think we two are going to have a great time together if you OOHHH!"

An unbridled cry of pleasure erupted from her muzzle, eyes squeezing shut, her tail whipping over her back to give Canimus ample space to eat her out. With her strong, pheromone-drenched taste upon his tongue, Canimus found it impossible to stop. He had to slurp every trace of that fragrance, to swallow as much of her honey as he could, to push his barbed tongue deep within her quivering folds and scoop it out.

Stunned with pleasure, Skylar froze in place, claws dragging over the ground, creating thin furrows. The ravenous smilodon didn't only lick her; his oversized fangs also slid up and down along her lips, stimulating their sensitive surface, while his forepaws latched around her thighs, tugging at her frame forcefully.

Skylar cracked an eye open, moaning--or yelping--the sound too faint for Canimus to pick up among the lewd, audible slurps.

"That's...that's enough," she said, slapping Canimus on the belly for emphasis.

No, it wasn't, not for a feral. His rigid cock stood at attention, painfully erect, the barbs flared. As he tried to wiggle his tongue through her narrow crevice, Canimus felt fire traverse through his malehood, too weak to hold it back. Precum spurted out of his cock, not a faint dribble, but an actual jet, sailing past Skylar's blonde locks and raining down upon the her back and Canimus' face.

"Hrrr," he grumbled as his feral musk mingled with Skylar's delicate aroma. His nose was already lodged into her cunt, his tongue desperately trying to delve into her shuddering canal. Her tightness, along with her swaying hips, made it a real chore, so Canimus urged his claws out, prickling Skylar's haunches, attempting to drag her closer into his embrace.

"Enough!"

Her hind paw slammed into his jaw, the central pad stifling his breath, her toes curled inwards to press her own claws against Canimus' neck.

"That wasn't just a taste you got. It was a full meal, your horny kitty."

In his lust-addled state, Canimus needed a few moments for her words to hit home. As soon as they did, he let out a submissive whimper, spreading his haunches and poking his tongue at her pads, the suave strokes convincing Skylar to release him and assume her previous position on all fours. Her generous chest lowered atop his belly so that she could rub her breasts against his fur. Her nipples stood out in quite the lewd fashion, teased by the constant friction to such extent they were probably as hard as Canimus right now.

"Can you see my sex?"

Canimus practically panted with desire, and Skylar must have noticed the way his barbs stiffened at the sound of that one word.

"Good. From now on, you only get to watch. If you're a good boy, you will be treated like one. You've got quite the view from down there, so do not disappoint me."

That was the last thing Canimus wanted, especially when Skylar became bolder in her wriggling motions along his body. The closer she got to his privates, the harder Canimus' muscles tightened, his heart thudding in his chest at the promise of being tended by such a wet and ready female.

"There, there," Keevu said, ruffling the fur of Canimus' neck. "I know what you're thinking, but don't get ahead of yourself. Let Skylar enjoy you in her own way."

"And you?" Skylar chanced her mate a glance, her enthusiasm visible in the speedy wagging of her tail. "Are you just going to sit and watch, or put that erection to good use before it goes away?"

"With a view like this, it won't ever happen."

Skylar giggled. She lowered herself onto Canimus, bringing her fingers around his balls, fondling them between her fingers. Canimus' nostrils flared, his eyes widening, short growls wafting past his fangs from her gentle touch.

"You've got quite the pair of apples, Canimus," Skylar mused out loud. The black finger pad traced the shape of one of his orbs, while she rolled and squeezed the other just enough to make Canimus jolt.

"That's one thing to love about males. Touch them the right way, and they'll be begging for more. Apply just enough pressure, and they'll beg for the opposite. Whatever the result, it makes me feel in control, and that's a feeling that always gets me...stirred." Her tail swung to the side to reveal her wet vulva, the pink button that marked her clit swollen enough to become visible within its tiny pocket of space.

The scent that greeted Canimus, so rich and tempting, was too much for him. His forepaws lashed out, wrapping around her haunches, neck arching forward to drive his muzzle into that sopping cunt of hers.

He almost succeeded, if Keevu hadn't planted his paw straight into his face, obscuring his view and making it nigh impossible to smell anything but the strong musk permeating his paw pads.

"Not so fast, kitty. If you want to shoot your seed, you better not hurry Skylar. She has you by the balls, literally."

Canimus wanted to curse himself for almost allowing instincts to get the better of him. To make it worse, Skylar ceased fondling him, shifting her attention to his paw pads, a bit too far from where Canimus wanted her hands.

"What's taking you so long? Find a way to mount me, or sit on the side and masturbate while Canimus takes your spot. You both have similar sizes, and I'd like to give barbs a try, for a change."

That flared up Keevu's competitive spirit. Canimus, too, wanted to show who the better male was, but in his situation trying to take the upper hand seemed like the reckless thing to do. Skylar was a woman who knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. Keevu, although he preferred to give Skylar the leash, also knew when to plant his foot on the ground and take a stand--or in this case, on Canimus' face.

Rather than respond to his mate, the white tiger removed his paw from its perch, planting each of his knees on either side of Canimus, his balls dangling an inch or two above Canimus' face. Was he going to sit like this throughout the whole thing?!

Nope.

As soon as he placed a hand onto Skylar's butt and the other on her left shoulder, that dominant foot returned, this time settling on Canimus' brow, his smallest toe pushing back his orange mohawk while the front one touched the top of his nose. It didn't obscure this view this time around, nor did it bother him as much; after all, warmth pulsed within those pink pillows, their surface smooth and quite pleasant.

His position solid, Keevu's features became stern all of a sudden, the white tiger taking a deep breath, his cock pulsating with obvious eagerness to sink into Skylar's delightful folds. To give him even better access, she shifted her right knee on top of Canimus' chest, the dark pads of her paw sitting next to his cheek, her cunt looming inches above him. Wetness dribbled down her lips, drip- drip- dripping onto Canimus' nose, the few errant droplets he failed to lick in time trailing down his chin. He wanted nothing more than to push his muzzle forward, but Keevu's paw locked him into place, and the tiger, too, lusted for Skylar's crevice.

In an almost abrupt thrust, Keevu sank balls deep into his mate, his sack falling right on top of Canimus' muzzle. His eyes crossed for a brief moment, the white pouch filling his vision, the tiger's prominent musk permeating the air around it. Canimus had the sudden urge to lick, to taste those rigid spheres, but Keevu drew back for a second stroke, his balls bumping into Canimus' eyes, then sliding along the top of his maw, jingling from the deep pleasure brought by those deep, fulfilling thrusts.

"Ahhhhh." Skylar made her pleasure known not just through her moan, but by squeezing both of Canimus' hind paws, so hard the smilodon screwed his eyes shut, glad that her hands weren't anywhere near his pouch.

"That's it. Oh, that's it. Stretch...stretch me good," Skylar said between the sharp breaths she sucked in. "Give me all of that feline shaft."

Keevu didn't hesitate one bit. The tips of his claws emerged from his fingers, poking at Skylar's butt cheek as the white tiger tightened his grip around it. His other hand began caressing the back of her neck, his fingers shifting ever so slowly around her neck, grabbing her in quite the lewd fashion while he slammed his girth in and out of her.

For a moment, Canimus forgot about how hard he was, distracted by the squelching of Skylar's pussy, by the rapid pace set by Keevu's hips, by the snow-white balls dancing over his muzzle in erratic ways. They tickled his whiskers, bringing him on the verge of sneezing, the orbs trapped within having the tendency to slide to the side sometimes. That only forced Keevu to readjust his position, pressing his paw even harder into Canimus' brow, probably forgetting about him altogether.

Canimus didn't fault him for it. Lost in the thrill of mating, the tiger's lips were scrunched, the wrinkles spreading through his whiskers hinting at the sheer amounts of pleasure coursing through him. His masculine musk intertwined with Skylar's, their union accelerating the flow of juices flowing down her meaty clit.

What a tempting sight that was! It made Canimus squirm. It encouraged him to try and stretch his neck forward, but Keevu had none of it. So long as that paw was there, Canimus could do naught but whimper his need and lick off the strings of arousal bridging his muzzle and Skylar's shivering cunt.

They promised him pleasure. Skylar called him their playmate. But this seemed the most one-sided game ever! Here he was, his cock pulsating with need, listening to Skylar's musical voice flowing into Keevu's guttural growls. Up close, Keevu's penis seemed huge! That thick rod of flesh plunged balls deep into Skylar, parting her walls, stretching her lips to the side. What first looked like a delicate slit was now an almost circular orifice, adjusted to fit Keevu's impressive malehood, each of those deep thrusts making Skylar's tail lift like a flagpole and shudder in satisfaction.

Just when Canimus least expected it, something warm, wet and nimble engulfed the tip of his cock. Taken aback by the spike of pleasure, the smilodon half yowled, half moaned, his hind legs kicking at the air, toes fanned out.

"Mmm, I like the taste of you pre." A second tongue stroke came, then a third and a fourth. Canimus' barbs stood on end, the sensitive protrusions heavily stimulated by the silken strap that Skylar's tongue was.

"It has that wild, strong taste to it, which makes me--mrr--crave for your seed. I can make you cum in less than a minute, my dear kitty," she cooed, attacking Canimus' tip with quick tongue lashes, so overwhelming Canimus gritted his teeth and held his breath, afraid that he'll cum prematurely.

Much to his relief, Skylar let go of him, the blaze churning within Canimus dying down to a steady flicker.

"Or, I can keep you dangerously close to it, so that when your orgasm finally hits, you cum harder than you ever did in your life."

All that talk of cumming and orgasms worked Canimus up almost as well as her tongue did. To give him time to cool off, Skylar switched her attention to the base of his shaft, licking at the edges of his stretched sheath, weaving around his balls, between them, making sure to leave them nice and wet for her fingers to play with.

It was almost too much for Canimus to bear. He thought that, by shifting away from his tip and focusing her attention to the less sensitive zones, he'd take longer to climb to his peak. Skylar proved him dead wrong the moment her fingers encircled the thick base of his cock, wrapping around it in a soft, comfortable, tantalizing embrace, stroking him ever so slowly, keeping away from the barbs littering his tapered tip.

While one hand was busy with his tool, the other played with his scrotum, nudging it, fondling it, rolling each of his plump spheres between her fingers, through the tiny pocket of space between them, caressing them in all the right ways with the help of her smooth padded finger tips.

And that was just the tip of the iceberg! Above him, in plain sight, Keevu began pounding his mate in his earnest, his harsher growls mixing with Canimus' soft, sporadic ones. Skylar's body rocked from the momentum with which Keevu's rock-hard cock rammed into her, his hips slamming into her lithe thighs, the wet sounds of their mating quite loud from Canimus' position.

Only a few infuriating inches stood between his muzzle and Keevu's union with Skylar. Some of her wetness trickled down onto the fur of his neck, sometimes on the tip of his nose whenever Skylar arched her back to moan her delight towards the sky. Canimus licked the droplets of honey off, his nostrils flared to take in their combined musk. Nothing heated up his blood more than the scents of mating as a feral. Rules all but forgotten, Canimus began squirming ever so slightly, gently nudging Keevu's paw in failed attempts to get it to shift.

Canimus' predicament was short lived. Keevu began approaching his climax, his growls building into a roar. His strokes became wilder, faster, stronger, the paw sliding off Canimus, lodging into the ground, his claws digging into the soil for extra purchase.

Free at last, Canimus attempted to lift his head off the ground, only to be forced back by the huge balls slamming straight into his face. The erratic swings forced him back with a muffled growl, Keevu's pouch dancing all over his face, two little fuzzy orbs that stirred Canimus' interest. With Skylar's strokes and licks becoming more persistent, distracting himself from his building pleasure seemed the thing to do, so Canimus nuzzled them, nudged them with the tip of his nose, the touches forcing Keevu's sack to tighten from the added stimulation.

"Good kitty," he said through a ragged huff. "Great kitty. Keep--keep at it. Play with them."

"How is he?" Came Skylar's nonchalant voice.

"Surprisingly good, but...not better than you."

Canimus certainly agreed with that. His touches lacked precision, whereas Skylar's fingers had a practiced finesse to them, her deft tongue sneaking around his male bits with surgical precision, keeping him in that timeless pocket of space, trapped between self-control and inevitable orgasm.

"Canimus, lick his balls. If you make him cum before you do, I'll suckle every single drop of seed out of you."

"W--wait, do--don't do that kitty, let me...nghhh...let me handle my mate the way I know best hrrr....."

Skylar's quiet giggles emboldened Canimus, more of his tongue rolling out of his maw, its barbed surface sliding over Keevu's oversized spheres. Their prickly touch added a tremor into his thrusts, the white tiger beginning to lose it. His member swelled in response, every muscle in his body tightening, their shapes outlined and visible through his majestic stripes.

"What's the matter Keevu? Cat ate your tongue?"

"I'm--I'm almost..." he couldn't end his train of thought, for Canimus pushed his muzzle past his balls to gain access to his pink, taut rod that sailed in and out of Skylar. With his apples banging against his eyes constantly, Canimus licked whatever his tongue caught.

At first, he caught Keevu's cock, his lick stunning the tiger in the middle of a thrust, the horny male mewling like a kitten as he enjoyed the arousing caress of a feline's tongue. He tasted rather strong, but Skylar's juices diluted some of that musky touch, her nectar luring Canimus closer to her cunt.

Once there, he attacked her puffy lips with frenzied slurps, squeezing his eyes shut against Keevu's swinging balls, the smilodon emitting a constant rumble that heralded his own ascent towards his peak.

Skylar let go of his balls, intent on taking care of Canimus' tense barbs. The first few licks over his extra sensitive tip sent lashes of pure bliss through the smilodon's body, his nape bristling, toes flexing, his pucker tightening all of a sudden. Control quickly slipped from Canimus, his senses overwhelmed by the fire welling within his shuddering orbs. He no longer cared what he licked, so long as he slurped those savory fluids. Inadvertently, his tongue shifted towards Skylar's swollen button, that small, erect bump now enveloped by thousands of soft barbs.

"OHHHHMMMMM!" Skylar cried out, an abrupt jolt dispersing through her. Did she...?

No. There would have been more juices if she did, but her voice was music to Canimus' eyes, her cute reaction urging him to insist on her clit. He twirled his tongue around it, teasing it with a few strokes before rolling the rest of his barbed surface over it. Filled to the brim by her mate, stretched to her limits, and with her clit handled by a lascivious feral feline, Skylar's orgasm hit in full force.

Her toes curled inwards, her head whipped back, jaws parted to unleash an animalistic howl that reverberated within Canimus' chest. Her walls clamped down around Keevu, the tremors slithering through them too much for Keevu. With naught but a faint grunt, the tiger lodged himself balls deep into his mate, grabbing her thighs and squeezing them, the base of his tail pulsing in unison with the rich spurts he shot inside her.

"Grrr...rrr....rrr," Keevu's shuddering growl rippled through the air, Skylar unusually silent after her quick burst of passion.

It became quite obvious why, for in the next moment, she swallowed half of Canimus' member, propping his tip against the base of her tongue, suckling on it while her paw stroked the rest of his cock with uncanny speed.

"MRROOOWR!" Canimus yowled, too weak to fight back the tide of pleasure that flooded him. Skylar's muzzle was too hot, wet and snug, her tongue too skillful, enveloping and swirling around his tip, stimulating his barbs to such extent stars speckled his vision from the intensity of his orgasm.

At the last moment, right before he shot the seed welled within his tip, Skylar pulled her muzzle back, continuing to stroke Canimus with both hands, her jaws open wide, tongue out to receive his thick, creamy lances.

For a moment, Canimus floated in a different dimension, one where pleasure reigned supreme, every fiber of his body tingling with that euphoric feeling. It lasted a few precious seconds, stoked by the throbs wracking his members, by the scalding seed rushing through him to spear straight into Skylar's awaiting mouth.

As he came down from his climactic high, her silent gulps urged his ears to shift towards the source of the lewd sound. Panting replaced it, a bit ragged, the german shepherd licking the remaining strings of seed dribbling down her chin while eying Canimus with the corner of her eye, still pumping her wrist up and down his softening meat.

"My, but you sure taste absolutely...ferocious," she said with a playful growl, smearing some of Canimus' seed on her nipples. "You'll have to clean me of course. You cats are obsessed with grooming, and I believe you'll like this particular game."

"You heard the lady. Better not keep her waiting."

"Actually, he can." Skylar seized one of Canimus' hind paws to fondle one of his toes. "He's your playmate too, and I won't have you walk around in that messy state."

"I'm not messy," Keevu said, then gasped when Skylar thrust her hips forward, forcing the too-slow tiger out of the snug confines of her cunt. Juices cascaded out of her slightly gaped entrance, splattering upon Canimus' stomach, lathering Keevu's flaccid member and sack. Canimus noticed the way her lips shuddered with longing, the gooey lines slipping past her folds. Keevu sure gave her a good filling, a wave of female pheromones laced with the briny scent of semen wafting out of Skylar's stretched canal.

"You are now. Let Canimus clean you, or do it yourself. I'm going to give you a minute before I kick you off my cat and get his tongue inside me. After all, he was the one to give me this most satisfying orgasm."

She winked at Canimus--or at Keevu. Or maybe at both of them, utterly satisfied with the urgency that possessed her mate. Keevu practically slammed his orbs into Canimus' nose, looking left, right, up, if only to avoid the smilodon's gaze.

Did it make him uncomfortable, for a smilodon to clean up the mess? Or did he take Skylar's comment to heart? Either way, Canimus got to work, his tongue scooping the lines of seed coating Keevu's spheres, mirthful growls escaping him every time Keevu shuddered or yelped.

"Do his fangs unman you, dear? Are they too close to your precious tool?"

"It's not that!" Keevu retorted. "Try having his tongue inside you after an orgasm, and then we'll talk."

"I'll be too caught up soaring towards my second orgasm to hear whatever you have to say."

She probably extracted great joy from reminding her mate the benefits of being a female. As the third party, Canimus tried to remain neutral, focusing on polishing Keevu's spear, using the smooth tip of his tongue on Keevu's oversensitive cock, his considerate actions earning him a pat on his mohawk.

"Women," Keevu whispered in his ear. "The things we do for them, and look how they treat us."

"Is that grumbling I hear?"

"N--no, I was just...showing a bit of gratitude to Canimus here."

"Maybe I should do the same. Let him take me next time, while you get to be our comfortable bedding."

"And if I am naughty?"

"Collar and leash. Enough said."

Keevu smirked at that, got up and walked away from the two of them, the extra space allowing Skylar to crawl backwards, bringing her ripe cunt right in front of Canimus.

"Men..." she paused to scoff and perk her ears. "Never grateful with what they get. No matter. I'll collar him, get him to fuck my paws silly, then tug the leash hard enough to get his muzzle straight into those dirty paws. See how well he likes cleaning after himself."

When Canimus refused to budge, she slapped one of her butt cheeks. "All yours, kitty. Show me what you're made of."

Canimus first placed his forepaws on each of her butt cheeks, starting with a soft, circular caress, the suave motions making Skylar's tail wag.

"Stop that, silly. That's foreplay, and we're already at the stage where you have your way with me, in a manner of speaking."

Kinky!

Canimus adjusted to her request, poking out his claws, using them to spread her butt cheeks apart to get a better view at what he had to work with. Skylar's tailhole trembled, a shiver creeping through her cunt, that nicely stretched tunnel even more tempting than in the beginning.

"Don't just stare at it. Eat it!"

She didn't need to tell him twice. Canimus tucked into his meal, starting with a long, vertical lick over her moist lips, gathering copious amounts of fluids, the taste enflaming his senses. He swallowed breathlessly, overeager in his quest to eat Skylar out, and slammed his muzzle into her lips, hard enough to make her frame rock.

"Whoa! But you're ravenous today! Did I forget to feed you last night?"

Food...it was nothing compared to the nectar of her coupling with Keevu, the pheromone-laden concoction a feast for Canimus' feral senses. His tongue lashed out of his maw, flowing through Skylar's passage with utmost ease, her walls well lubricated and stretched by Keevu's huge tool.

That made Canimus' experience even more pleasant, the extra room allowing him to swirl, roll and slurp every trace of Skylar's offerings, his fangs brushing over her lips to tease her enough for her cunt to shiver for attention.

"Ohhh ooooohhh," she began crooning for him, her fingers toying with her erect nipples, smearing his seed all over them. "That's it. You're doing great. That's definitely it."

Excitement flooded Canimus' being. Hearing her beg for more flared his courage, guiding his tongue out of her, so that he could insist on her clit once again.

The effect was immediate. Skylar's tail shot towards the sky. Her hands squeezed Canimus' paws, her moans blooming into short but intense yelps as Canimus lapped at her clit, giving her no pause to recover.

Before he knew it, Skylar squirted right into his face, her deep cry of passion making Canimus' ears ring from its intensity. Instead of taking advantage of her limp form, Canimus remained frozen, shocked by how crisp her female ejaculation smelled. Its taste got him erect in a matter of seconds, and he pawed at her fleeing rump in an attempt to keep her there, but Skylar already shifted around, filling his muzzle with a seed-drenched nipple.

"Lick," she commanded. "And maybe I'll consider doing something about that erection of yours."

***THE END***

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