Niko's teeth gritted, hir violet eye catching Doni's yellow one. Shi puttered lustily, murmuring back, 'If I'd known you'd spring this today, I'd have brought new bindings...I didn't see it coming. And it's been such a long trip... Damn you both....'

Zhali, catching the comment, simply grinned overhead. Doni's shy grin carried through the familiar coy, coquettish smile that still lit such a fire in the larger vixen's loins. "There's still sloppy seconds...better get in there before my runoff beats you," Zhali purred above, to which Niko's shift to unsnap hir denims and grasp hir ring tailed mate's collar in a hooked finger came abruptly.

"You've got a head start, but I know the racetrack's shortcuts," Niko muttered breathily, the wet slither of the vixen's own pre-steeped chocolate cockflesh squeezing from hir fuzzy orange pouch underscoring the simmer of competitive lust in hir voice as shi eyed hir anxious, panting little mate...

Doni’s abrupt cry of startlement, halted by the kiss Niko crushed to hir smaller muzzle, carried with it the sweltering anticipation of a fresh and ready cacomistle who knew very well just how hir big vulpine companion’s arousal worked. It made hir adept at inspiring Niko’s lusts, bringing them to boil with a stoking of hir carnal instincts to pursue and compete. Here the petite cacomistle woman was, under the heaving bulk of their aggressive neighborly tigress, their secret romp laid bare and the evidence to how long and visceral it’s been painted across hir bed, portions of the headboard, their very naked bodies…

Staying out wouldn’t be an option at all for the prideful nightvixen. Already with hir finger hooked in Doni’s collar—its years of history besmirched by a healthy coating of Zhali’s errantly-flung sperm—Niko tugged hir in to kiss and immediately hir tastebuds bloomed with the indecent flavor of the tigress’s tart, spongy tones of ejaculate, perversely flushed from hir mate’s throat. Doni’s own taste was hard to discern amongst the swapping of fluids and despite it—because of it—the vixen’s thrilled blood simmered hotter. Doni grunts a terse groan that spoke of hir aches; Zhali’s pounding wasn’t gentle, and for a mistle who preferred hir backside to be treated with reverence, care and respect, the striped amazon matching hir own mate’s stature had violated it spectacularly to the point where shi obviously favored any sort of pressure added.

Doni’s digits gripped Niko’s sheath, kneading and massaging it. The act wasn’t necessary to arouse hir further; the vixen already sported an achingly hard erection, knot bloated in hir sheath and splaying the ivory digits of the cacomistle before hir. Zhali grinned with predatory delight, gripping hir conquest’s hips and tugging backward. The sound of hir withdrawal caught two pairs of ears before hir and while Niko flushed at the lewd sight greeting hir of Zhali’s ebon mast withdrawing from Doni’s rear, Doni’s own reaction was one of quavering, spamming, pleasures anguish, breaking the kiss and choking a harsh gasp! Shi gripped Niko’s cockbase tighter, clenching the knot, earning a terse grunt from hir and a sparkling of runny, filmy vulpine pre across hir chest.

The pop of Zhali’s turgid, uncut ebony phallus rang like a champagne cork for all the finality it held, and with a gracious push of Doni’s wide hips turning hir about, the tigress purred, “Perhaps you can pretend that I only warmed hir up for you. Perhaps…” The air grew thicker, a fog of musky odor as the virile cat cream welling from Doni's backend stained the bedsheets and across hir swollen, bloated figure. There was going to be no simple cleaning job following this; almost as much had escaped as had been pumped in, the concentrated muck just waiting to bubble forth at the slightest provocation of that grand, fuzzy silver dome the cacomistle called a belly!

“Hnnf…” hungering eyes turned downward, trailing a kiss along Doni’s shoulders and the center of hir spine, Niko flipped the fluffy, matted, drenched ringed tail to the opposite side, exposing the mistle’s battered tailhole. Seemingly quite willing to dive into the hellish mess of hir mate's well-used state, hir own considerably thick girth flexed, a milkier burst of ready lust painting the underside of Doni's tail. Shi quivered in reaction.

“Oh, I did make a bit of a mess though,” Zhali's mellifluous rumble intruded on their thoughts, gripping hir cockflesh in one paw, and affixing a leash upon Doni’s mateship collar in the other. “So you’d better be mindful of how messy you are. I can smell fertility on your little Priestess—yes, I know about it—and it’d be dangerous to let too much of what I blew inside of hir, that shi can barely hold onto from both ends, leak over that succulent genetic sponge of a cunny of hirs, Niko.” Hir tug brought Doni’s face closer, the small cacomistle’s glazed expression carrying still hir embarrassment at the exposure of such a situation. An embarrassment shi soon covered by occupying hir tongue in the folds of Zhali’s messy, semen-caked foreskin.

“S-stop giving hir ideas!” The petite mistle protested, voice still a-quiver from the heat of the moment, particularly when shi felt another prod behind hir, at hir taxed tailhole. Hir ears shot up abruptly! “Niko! I just…it’s still—!”

*schhlrrk*

Doni’s groan into Zhali’s cockhead was mostly overscored by the lustful growl of the vixen looming overhead, Niko’s paws pulling Doni’s trembling hips into better alignment to feed the plump apple of hir dark chocolate glans into hir little mate. Hir own thrusts carried thrown weight of motherly hips behind them, the strokes shi’s learned hir durable little mate devours with relish due to their hefty difference in sizes. In a moment the paw that gripped Doni’s collar flew up to grasp at Niko’s shirt in kind, grinning at hir over the body of hir penetrated and well-used mate. “That didn’t take long. You might pack my mess even deeper, vixen.” Then, abruptly leaning closer and muttering by Niko’s ear, shi rumbled, “Then again I’m surprised you didn’t go for hir juicy, fertile little fuckbox below. I almost did… be careful; next time I visit if you haven’t bred your little pet already, I’ll do it for you. THoroughly.”

With Niko’s jaw slackening, ear spinning back and fingers gripping tighter, shi bucked firm enough to drive Doni’s snout skimming down Zhali’s steaming cockhead and into the tangle of raven-hued, semen-caked muff, the tigress’s crotch fully enveloping Doni’s blushing, sex-flushed face, while cream-hued and pumpkin-colored breasts together overshadowed hir lurching body. And still into Niko’s ear Zhali whispered, “You’d like that though, I’m sure… to be relegated to that tight backdoor you’ve found while your laboring little love squeezes out tan and white ringtails with more stripes than they should have?”

The curt cry from Niko’s throat chased a firmer buck into Doni’s rear, and with Zhali’s giddy laugh at hir friend’s lusty look—followed by a startled gasp and grip of the tigress’s fat jet areola and nipple in Niko’s paw—the pumping took on a firmer, harsher tone, accompanied by a chorus of slathering squelches as cat and fox fluids mingled together in the butter-churn of a mistle’s back-end and three companions panted and pulses through the night.

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Who says you have to stop at one? A continuation of the prior engagement of Niko entering to find hir mate in Zhali’s clutches, now having hir own go at the ravaged mistle while their houseguest taunts on, clearly not yet ready to give up the lead shi has. A fun little stream commission, and one I relished working out! Zhali and Doni are both sweethearts in their own rights, they were splendid to work with in bringing this together. I should try'n push my practice with alternative lighting more...