Street lamps rippled in passing, their flickering a mild, irritating taunt as Niko slowed hir silver streetcar and pulled into the familiar hedge-lined gate road of Cedar Springs community. It had been several minutes since shi last checked hir phone, and shi hesitated to now. The trip through the city from the spaceport was a blur: ever since shi put hir ship down in relative routine ease and gotten the first message from hir mate before the security checks for those arriving to the port from offworld, the vixen's pulse had been thumping, hir belly roiling with heat and anticipation. Shi recalled the impression that shi should have taken hir mate with hir when going on another courier run. Is now a good time to revisit that decision not to?

When one's little companion is approaching hir most vulnerable time while a local friend has eyes and designs for hir of their own, anyone else would've been far more cautious.

Old-fashioned amber lamps and well-manicured lawns barely kissed by autumnal leaf-shed floated by in this rustic neighborhood for higher-middle-class families as shi recalled what shi saw first. It was a simple text from Doni. The cacomistle was always flowery even in hir short texts. But the first had seemed abruptly-typed, as if done on the fly:

'Still waiting for my vixen to come by. Out with a friend for a surprise but then should be back when you arrive. <3'

Niko had wondered, but not too heavily, and so when the second text came through it caught hir by surprise. Because it wasn't from Doni at all. But from Zhali, their local friend who had been pining to get them both to visit this place for a while. And not just a text, but a photo along of the two on stools in Zhali's lavish kitchen in hir two-story homestead, the sizable tigress's photo-taking arm draped heavily about Doni's shoulders while both held glasses of some indistinguishable liquor. The petitely stocky, silvery-white cacomistle in her comfy red arm and leg-warmers and oversized green top borrowed from Niko's dressing drawer seemed dwarfed by the thickly-figured and remarkably voluptuous amazon of bengal tigress next to her, a button-down white shirt likely leftover from post-work undress and...not much else. For the community they lived in was one of the more heavily-progressive bottomless-ok neighborhoods this side of the city had little to no issue with, so long as the community kept itself well. It wasn't as obvious with Doni with Niko's large shirt draping hir hips. But for Zhali, a tigress easily twice-over Doni's size and voluptuous thickness, hir button-down shirt neatly tucked behind and above an unruly raven-hued nest of pubic curls and the short collar of sheathlip, barely visible for the naked splotch of black male phallus just barely seen over the thick horizon of a muscled orange-and-cream thigh. Both seemed happy, inviting. And the text from Zhali read: 'There's time for you to get here, sweet vix.'

Niko hissed as shi missed the street shi needed to turn down and slowed, then put the small two-door indigo sport in reverse, not waiting to circle around. After that, and with building anticipation, the texts came with less frequency and longer duration between. They had been texts about the good wine, the cozy company, occasionally a picture of the two increasingly close up. The last one had confirmed hir suspicions, mind racing as shi waw a texted photo of Doni, with the backdrop of the living room couch, staring at that formerly-obscured, black python of feline phallus: the photo had been taken from Zhali's towering PoV, from between parted and bared breasts as Doni's nose rubbed along the glans of a phallus that took two of hir dainty hands to encompass. A bead of clear moisture sat atop it, slightly blurry in light from movement, while webbings of more copious leavings were already in the cacomistle's cheeks. The text read 'better hurry time running out. She's in heat you know'. The vixen's eyes scanned for more road signs, passing Springlake lane on the way to St. Alban's Way for hir turn. Not far now..but shi can't really race in a residential like this, not at this early evening hour.

Niko's phone buzzed, the familiar crowing guffaw of Tim Curry's horrific clown persona piping for hir attention. Shi reached a black-furred paw down, tapped the screen and swiped its minimized message onto the dash display, and there was another text from Zhali. Doni had doffed the green shirt, hir plump handfuls of silver, fluffy cleavage capped in ebon areola tight with arousal were being spread by a strategic twining of soft auburn rope. The left was clutched in a white-fingered paw with the nipple showing between fingers. The phone must have been held by Doni, because the other paw--Zhali's unmistakably--was guiding that well-polished glans beneath the plump silvery pouch of Doni's own scrotum. Niko's stomach lurched; no condom was thin enough as to appear invisible, and clear rivulets of unprotected, runny slime dappled that near fully-engorged trunk of tigress cock. The text was clearly Zhali's while the photo was taken by Doni: 'shis bound and begging now vixen; better hurry i can only hold back so long'.

So entranced with the sight of that shaft in still-life, prior no doubt to a penetration happening as shi raced for Zhali's homestead, that shi almost missed hir next turn! Shi decelerated, checked for pedestrians, cursed and turned onto the second to last road shi recalled before coming towards Zhali's sprawling cul-de-sac. The light was failing and shi felt like hir time was draining with it!

The clown in the phone cackled again. 'nnnfffh... so tight... shi stopped calling out for you a few minutes ago should i cum?'

It was another long, torturous two minutes...damn this sprawling suburban community's size...but mercifully, there it was: Brick-and-wood with a gently-sloping front lawn and studio bay window in the living room, the shades currently drawn, but the lights on. Shi pulled into the driveway and hustled out of the driver's seat, barely remembering to turn around and cut the engine and pull hir key. Around the ball hedging shi went, seeming as if shi were going in slow-motion even though shi was moving with long, purposeful strides. Would Zhali be cruel enough to leave the door locked? To make hir demand it be opened? Mercifully no, as the front doorknob turned easily and opened without a fuss. In the black and orange nightvixen stepped, swallowing urgently behind hir mateship collar, eyes darting about.

A wall of steam and musk hit hir as the fireplace's blanketing heat amplified the thick odor of sex, purposeful due to the closed kitchen door. The white and chrome decor looked ominously dark in the low, warm firelight and minor supporting tracklight of socket lamps along the baseboards. The sound hit hir next while shi gasped through the pall of heady scent: A damp, creamy sort of squelch as a large figure breached a smaller one in height above the back of the couch nearby. Niko approached, and laying on hir back shi saw Zhali, clutching a diminutive, flustered cacomistle still wearing hir own mateship collar, distinctly wet with drool and runoff from a dark cherry ball-gag blocking the mistle's open maw. Hir rich lemon-citrine eyes were a dilated haze, the moans that came from the fang-bidden ball muffled, gurgled and urgent. Wet squelches and squishes rang out from below as Zhali completed another sharp thrust, driving a pillar of phallus which seemed still to be compromising Doni's restraint with every vigorous motion in hir vaginal canal.

They were an outright mess and it was clear that Doni had already cum once, hir own extruded, similarly-black phallus lolling, flopping ignored with a milky coating of semen glazing its crown and dressing its underside. Zhali's grin grew when hir eyes landed upon Niko's, and hir normally melodious husk was tense with strain and effort. "Hhhff..look who's here, my pet."

Doni's fists balled upon dawning realization when hir eyes refocused away from the lick of flames in the fireplace onto hir mate's face, cheeks burning in blush. Shi bubbled something unintelligible, as Zhali's stilled hips trembled in strain, primed like a piston ready to drive. The cacomistle couldn't go anywhere if shi wanted to due to the wrap of slender rope and the bind of a spreader, all keeping hir tucked, a compact fuckpillow atop the larger tiger's body. Bound for hir pleasure. Zhali was about the same size as Niko, the two naturally towering over Doni. But Zhali had gotten to hir first while shi was away. The scenario had already become too late.

Zhali continued, snapping Niko's attention back to hir from the messy mire of their joined sexes. "Shi looks like shi..mmnf..shi rushed pretty urgently for you, to be here before it was too late! But I think I want to alter the deal anyway--"

Instead of a word, Niko's open whine belted out, gripping the couch arm and Doni's sticky foot as if shi might make to pull hir up. Zhali's lusting snarl roiled the air, Niko stared down, and the potent tigress drove hir trembling hips forth in two...three..five mighty thrusts, hir maw wrinkling in a rictus of violent pleasure while Doni squealed in delight beneath the onslaught! In the dim light Niko saw all those few strokes needed to do: Shi was too late all along and Z had purposefully edged hirself until shi showed up. Those balls drew even tighter, the base of Zhali's cock beginning to lurch, flex...Shi could smell it, practically hear it as the tiger's ferocity showed in finally loosening hir restraint and pounding the first raw, virile washes of semen into the bound mistle's hips! Not only that but one of the stronger thrusts came to an abrupt halt...strained harder with Doni's pitched volume..then sunk further another handful of inches once the mistle's cervix was finally defeated, rushing tiger-semen point blank into Doni's womb.

"Ahhh! Ahhhnnnrrrr... oops! I took one stroke too many and can't stop it once it starts. Mmf...Hear that? Now you just..." Zhali hunched another thrust which made a gooey, lewd churning noise within Doni's hips. "...just let it happen now, vixen, since you're a little late..."

The cacomistle's eyes widened abruptly and the mild yellow hue began to glow, taking on a luminous quality in the low light, and that told Niko all shi needed to know about whether or not Zhali had worn a condom. Shi slumped lower, the vixen panting as Zhali snarled in delighted climax and inseminated the receptive mistle before hir, their mixed produce belching in bubbly, raucous queefs from beneath Doni's swollen balls, spewing and spraying onto hir tail, spackling Zhali's balls, and sloughing in creamy pools off the side to the couch. The vixen's nose baked in the fresh pungence of unleashed feline sperm, the tiger's share of those eager, matured wrigglers no doubt already assailing hir mate's unprotected eggs high in hir ovarian tract... And there would be no escaping, if the steady, unrestrained bloat of Doni's silver-fluffed belly was any indication, fattening up between hir bound knees and displaying the sheer virility of the large tigress aggressively breeding hir.

Zhali's panting rumbles dominated the overall volume while shi vented hir lusts into Doni, and licking hir lips, watched Niko's reaction. Hir maw full of saliva, shi swallowed, panted, and clutched for hir own belt. "D-damn you, Z... I had to stew in the car all the way here and you just...!" And then at Doni's lust-flushed, instinct-shattered expression, the vixen groaned urgently and leaned towards hir mate, maw covering the mistle's gagged muzzle for a sloppy, suckling kiss. Their ears flattened together as the vixen kissed hir mate atop the tiger's churning, flexing body. "When they parted, shi pulled hir loosened pants downward, the long, pre-slathered log of hir own chocolate-hued vulpine prick flouncing into the air, flinging a slather of pre across hir mate's tail and Zhali's legs. "Then I'm taking what I want since you two didn't wait...."

The vixen shivered as shi felt the throb of more semen pulse through Zhali's cock when their phalli ground together just outside of Doni's quivering hips, and gripping hir firmed meat, with the comingling of Doni's and Zhali's breeding fluids caked onto them, shi began to grind the head beneath the tiger's own weighty balls, glaring in challenge for hir to say otherwise. "I'll alter my end too. You'll do for warm-up until I get a chance to compete in my own wife, at your oh-so-courteous allowance," the vixen mock-sneered.

The tigress's derisive snort followed and shi pulled a thigh sideways, grinning. "Don't blow too soon if you want the best chance to beat my kittens to the punch." Hir tongue curled forth, grooming at Doni's embarrassed, flushed ear. "I've been itching to finally see your little snowball squeezing caco-tigers from her hips, and I'll make you work for it to slip a fox in there..."

Niko's terse, sweltering whine followed, hir arousal all the higher at the notion of the challenge as shi ground those plump, fragrant feline folds open, hir own sizable girth making the tigress squirm. And as a queen's towl split the air, Niko's fingers clutched and laced with Doni's arching over hir seeded mate and bearing hir teeth as hir first thrust bucked both women beneath hir. "Save me one or two, honey..."

Doni nodded swiftly and eagerly, nostrils flaring as hir plumped, sticky body was summarily sandwiched between hir mate above, and hir lover below.