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This story commission was written for Soulimbibe. It contains M/M and M/F sex acts involving consenting adults. :3

Off the Rails

Soul was still trembling, the remnants of his seed still drooling into the lioness before him as he felt those same last few squirts of seed pour into his firmly knotted rump, delivered by the wolf embracing him from behind. He couldn't breath, let alone think clearly enough to process anything more than the most basic joy and excitement over what had just happened. For that reason, he didn't panic when the carriage's door slid open mere moments later. He didn't freak out or attempt to cry out in anguish at being discovered in such a blatantly erotic, compromising position, as the husky conductor pulled the door wide open and stepped inside.

The cougar stared. He simply stared, panting and trembling in post orgasmic rapture, at the canine female now observing the scene laid out before her. As her eyes wandered over his cum-stained ass, and the slick, moist crotch of the lioness within whom Soul was buried, he eyeballed her in return. He saw the moisture, thin but undeniable rivulets of wetness running down the insides of her legs from the slightly ruffled fabric of her uniform's skirt. He saw the flush upon her cheeks, and the tender familiarity with which she was looking at both Tabitha and Mark. Indeed, the only time her cheeks flushed in any meaningful manner was when he himself fell within the focus of her gaze. It was his body, his arousal, with which she seemed bashful and unfamiliar.

Under the circumstances, piecing the facts together as best he could given what little information was available to his currently rather overwhelmed mind, Soul did the only thing that seemed sensible. He tried to make this newcomer, obviously a part of whatever plan was being put into motion here, at ease.

"W-would you like to join us?"

A warm, mirthful smile crossed the husky's cheeks. She giggled softly, nodding, and pulling the carriage door firmly closed behind her once more.

"So, what do you think? Did I pick well?"

When the husky spoke, she wasn't addressing Soul. From behind the feline male, he heard a growl of satisfaction from Mark. The cougar shuddered as the wolf gently humped at his ass, the knot locking their bodies together tugging at and stimulating the tight depths of Soul's back passage. Tabitha meanwhile chose that moment to pull free from Soul's softened but not entirely flaccid member. She grunted as their bodies parted, and with a deep, rumbling purr turned herself around so that she could sit normally upon the lush padded seating of the private compartment once more. She shuffled to one side, away from the cougar and towards the husky, nodding as she tenderly licked at her lips.

"Oh yes. You picked perfectly, Amy. But... you knew that. If you hadn't, we never would have gotten this far. And I wouldn't be asking you to clean up the cum he spilled into me, would I?"

The husky, Amy, whimpered loudly. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and almost instantly, like it was an instinctive response rather than a purposeful action, she fell to her knees. Soul stared, wide eyed and shivering with arousal despite his recent all too satisfying climax, as he watched the husky conductor drop her bag and ticket dispenser to the floor, leaving her hands free to delve into the fabric folds of her skirt once more. She shuffled forward on her knees, already stimulating herself, and soon found her face firmly planted between Tabitha's now lewdly spread legs. The lioness's hands guided her head the rest of the way, and Tabitha let loose a murmur of pleasured delight, eyes rolling in their sockets as she felt the husky's hot, wet tongue beginning to both clean and stimulate her nether regions.

While being eaten out, trembling and panting but still managing to keep her voice steady, Tabitha addressed Soul once more. She looked him in the eye, and as the cougar was gently guided back to sit upon Mark's lap, the timber wolf's strong arms wrapped tenderly around his midriff, Tabitha told Soul exactly why he was here.

"So, this may be stating the obvious, but... the three of us? Me, Mark, and Amy too... we're a triumvirate. You know what that is?"

Soul nodded, unable to take his eyes off Amy as she eagerly licked and slurped at Tabitha's all too recently cum-filled pussy.

"Y-yeah. It's like, a three person couple, right? Where you're all romantically involved with everyone else?"

Tabitha beamed.

"Right. Our Amy's always had a knack for spotting people who are... or could be, open to the idea of a poly relationship. Heck, that was how she found us. Isn't that right?"

Gently caressing one of Amy's ears between finger and thumb, Tabitha giggled and squirmed where she was seating as the husky murmured a muffled affirmative directly into the big cat's crotch.

"We've taken this train for years. Always had a private carriage compartment like this one too. First just for general privacy and peace, but later... well..."

A deep growl escaped the timber wolf, and within his rump Soul felt Mark's cock twitch hungrily. Tabitha laughed again, nodding in response to her husband's reaction.

"We started to fool around on the train. Then, it almost became a fetish. We couldn't get aboard without getting off together. Couldn't hear the rattling of wheels against rails without getting turned on. We thought we were being so cautious, thought maybe the carriages were soundproof since we were never disturbed or chastised. Little did we realise that we were far from the first to behave this way, and that the conductors had an understanding. A certain degree of discretion they showed to customers who were willing to pay this premium for privacy."

Tabitha paused for a short while, not because she was thinking of what to say next, nor indeed due to any reluctance on her part to tell any portion of this story. She paused because she was forced by Amy to do so, biting her bottom lip to hold back some manner of cry or deep, passionate moan as the husky's tongue turned itself directly upon her clit.

"H-ha-ahhh..."

Eventually, with that breathy gasp of pleasure temporarily releasing whatever pleasure was building inside her once more, the lioness continued on.

"Then, one day, mid-fuck aboard this very train, we heard a scream. A scream from the next compartment over. The kind of scream that could only be the result of one thing. Someone else was doing what we were doing. Someone else was cumming, and they were doing it just as we were getting loud and shameless ourselves. Almost like they were listening, and getting off to the sounds of our pleasure. We froze. We stopped what we were doing right then and there, convinced we'd been discovered and that a reprimand was sure to follow. And... sure enough, just a minute or so later, our compartment door opened, and the conductor came strolling in."

Lovingly, Tabitha looked down at the husky knelt between her legs. Amy gazed back up at her, whimpering happily, her tail wagging as she continued to lick at the lioness and fondle her own pleasure-stricken pussy all the while.

"It was Amy. Standing there with her panties in one hand, and the juice-stained dildo she'd used to make herself scream that loudly in the other. She didn't say a word, just stood there, showing us exactly what kind of woman she was and exactly what she wanted from us."

Mark growled tenderly, cutting in as Tabitha tossed her head back and began to moan uncontrollably once more. Both he and Soul watched, transfixed, as the lioness began to strain and shudder. As her crotch began to buck off the seat, and her moans turned to frantic, urgent grunts. More fiercely than ever Amy was lashing the lioness with her tongue, and in doing so she was driving Tabitha hurriedly towards yet another wild orgasm.

The timber wolf watched his wife and lover lost in their own pleasure, as he continued the tale for the newest visitor to their little group.

"Since then, Amy has been with us. First just as a lover on the side, then, once she asked and we realised that we wanted it, as an actual part of our relationship. We dated her. We wooed her and she wooed us. We fell in love. We became three, not two and one. I may be married to Tabitha, but as far as we're concerned, all three of us are life partners."

Soul smiled, turning his head to look back at the male whose knotted cock was still buried deep within him.

"That's really..."

Mark cut him off with a teasing growl.

"Hot?"

The cougar chuckled.

"I was gonna say wonderful and romantic. But yeah... it's pretty hot, too."

Mark reached down from where he had his arms wrapped around Soul's midsection, and before the cougar even realised it, he found himself gasping in pleasure as the burly timber wolf grasped at his erection, renewed and rigid once more. The lupine male snarled tenderly in his ear.

"More than pretty hot, by the feel of this. I kinda envy you, y'know? I still get turned on like crazy watching them together, even after years as a trio. To see it for the first time... to watch Tabby get eaten till she cums by Amy? Fuck... you're already one lucky son of a bitch. And if you decide to stick around... to help us out?"

Soul shivered within the larger, stronger male's embrace. His cheeks flushed, though not with nerves or any form of worry. He was too excited, too turned on to be worried. Yes, he was curious about where all of this was leading. But wherever it was, the cougar was almost certain that he would want to be right there.

"Help you out? So... I'm not just here to be a little in-transit entertainment for you three, huh?"

Mark grinned, shaking his head. Before answering however, he let both himself and Soul focus on the two women and their mutual pleasure session as it came to its natural conclusion. To the cougar's surprise, it was Amy who cried out in orgasmic ecstasy before the woman she was eating out. The hidden motion of her fingers beneath her skirt must have been skillful indeed, for she let loose a muffled wail that was still substantially loud despite the thighs and hot, wet pussy against which her muzzle was pressed. Her climactic wailing however seemed to be all that was necessary to send Tabitha over the edge, for mere moments later the lioness arched her back, humping her crotch against Amy's still feverishly flicking, teasing tongue as a wave of joyous wetness flooded out over the whimpering husky's maw.

The lioness and husky's bodies sagged, and they stared at one another with glazed adoration as Mark delivered the final portion of the tale which told Soul why exactly he was here. They were listening to every word, and from the additional colour that rose in their cheeks, their latest orgasms had done little to dampen the passion which this whole event made them feel. But just like he himself, the women remained silent, allowing Mark to finish the story while they basked in their post orgasmic afterglow.

"We've been together as a trio for several years now, like I said. And we want to spend our lives together. To be a family. But... for all three of us, that presents a problem. We want kids, you see. And we want them to be ours. All three of ours, just like we all feel that we're a part of each other."

Soul's eyes widened slightly. Already, he could see the obvious flaw, the problem with this plan that Mark had laid out. Sure enough, mere moments later the timber wolf made his point.

"But... we don't want just one of us to carry our kids. We don't want Amy to feel like she's doing more of the work, or for Tabitha to feel less of a mother to our children, just because genetically I can't breed with her. So..."

The cougar turned, facing the male upon whose cock he was still impaled with a soft, tender smile of understanding.

"So, you want a feline male for Tabitha. So that she can get pregnant too. So that both her and Amy can have children. Your children. You want... a sperm donor."

Mark smiled, but shook his head.

"Not a sperm donor, exactly. We could get one of those from any donation bank or clinic. We want to know the person who is going to help us make our family. We're not asking you to be a part of this relationship. We don't know you nearly well enough for that, and I don't know if all three of us would be prepared for another partner even if we did. But... we want the person who gives us our child through Tabby to know what they're doing. To know that they're bringing a child into a loving family, and to put a little more of themselves into that family than just some sperm cells out of a deep freeze unit. Does that make sense?"

To his surprise, Soul didn't need long at all to realise that it did in fact make sense to him. A lot of sense.

"Yeah. I mean... I don't exactly know how much of a kid's personality comes from the people who make them, biologically speaking. But, it can't hurt to know that at the moment a new baby is conceived, both people involved were... happy to be doing what they were doing. Right? You want... you want to know that the person who is giving you, Tabitha and Amy a child, was glad to be doing so. To be a part of creating this family you want to build. Loving what they were making together with Tabitha, even if they aren't romantically or seriously involved with any of you."

It was at that moment, as he was thinking about all the implications of what was being said to him and what he was saying back, that Soul realised something. Something very important to this whole situation. He had already fucked Tabitha. Already cum inside her, no condom, no protection of any sort mentioned or offered. There was a chance, however slight, that he had already done his job. That he had, less than thirty minutes ago, made a baby.

The cougar's face flushed, and not just Mark, but all three of the lovers present seemed to notice his realisation. Amy rose from where she was kneeling, and together with Tabitha she moved over and sat down on Mark and Soul's right side, with the lioness doing likewise on the left. They each put a hand upon one of Soul's arms, smiling affectionately.

It was, appropriately, Tabitha who took over the conversation from that point onward.

"The thing is, this isn't just a one time thing. Do you know how unlikely it is that I'm gonna get pregnant on the very first try?"

Nodding once more, the cougar's mind continued to be barraged by countless thoughts; each one as tantalising and stimulating as the last. Judging by the looks on the faces of those around him, it seemed to the cougar that they expected him to be nervous. To be struck by concern at the idea of being so entwined into the lives of this already established trio of lovers. Indeed, even Soul himself was struck by how little worry he was feeling. How simple and clear a decision it seemed to him, the idea of giving someone else a child without being asked, or wishing to, go on to be that child's actual father.

"I know. A-and... if you want me to, uh... to try again? Now that I know what we're doing? I'll give it one hundred and ten percent."

The lioness giggled, squirming where she sat.

"You mean that wasn't your best last time? I don't know whether to feel insulted or hornier than ever."

Before Mark could answer, he felt the weight of the timber wolf shifting beneath him. Before he could say anything, or do anything more than crying out in surprise, he felt Mark rising to his feet. The wolf pushed the cougar off his lap naturally as he rose upright within the train compartment, and to Soul's surprise, with a thick slurp he felt his rear end pulling away from the knot which had apparently begun to subside without his knowledge.

Stumbling forward, Soul steadied himself on the opposite set of seats on the other side of the compartment. Able to feel the wetness upon his ass now without the constant pressure of Mark's thighs against his rear or the timber wolf's cock inside his rump, the cougar's cheeks flushed with renewed colour. He could feel the trio's gaze upon his backside, and beneath his lithe, twitching tail, he could also feel Mark's liberal load beginning to ooze out from where it had been held in place by the lupine's knot for the last thirty or so minutes.

"Jeez, Mark. Were you trying to make him pregnant?"

It was Amy's comment which broke the ice once more, reducing not only Mark but all those present to near tears with laughter. It only faded away as the wolf dropped to his knees much as the husky had earlier, and shuffled over to where the still flushed faced cougar was standing. Looking back over his shoulder, Soul was just about able to see Mark turning to look at his two lovers, the corners of his muzzle turned upward in an eager smirk.

"You just wait, I've got plenty left over for anyone who wants it."

Before either woman could respond, and before Soul himself could even consider what Mark was about to do in his current position, the timber wolf buried his muzzle between the cheeks of Soul's rear end. Just as Amy had shamelessly begun to clean up Tabitha in the wake of her messy shared climax with the cougar, now it was Mark's turn to clean up his very own mess.

"G-god... it's been a long time since I had my ass filled like you did, a-and now... it's been even longer since I had my ass e-eaten. Fuck. Is there a-anything you won't do?"

Soul's moans were directed at the wolf, whose hands were playfully and tenderly fondling the cougar's balls and erect cock as he lapped and teased at the pucker of the feline's ass. It was Tabitha that responded however, both her and Amy giggling wildly at the pleasure stricken male's comments.

"Not really. Trust us, over the years we've tried a lot of different stuff with Mark. A fair chunk of it at his insistence. Even if he's ninety percent sure it won't be his thing... he'll give it a go, just in case he's wrong."

The cougar grunted as he felt Mark's tongue pressing deeper into his well worked and for now rather loose rear end. His eyes rolled back, and he fought the urge to hump actively against the paw caressing his member.

"A t-thrill seeker, huh?"

Amy laughed.

"If by thrills, you mean different ways to cum or make others cum harder, faster and longer than normal? Yeah. That sounds about right. Mark, he... well, he strives for perfection. We all do, when it comes to making each other feel good."

With one last gasp from Soul, Mark drew back from the cougar's rump. Licking his lips, he turned and glanced up at his two lovers. Cocking one eyebrow, the timber wolf chuckled.

"Speaking of which... someone here has been naughty."

His eyes fell upon Amy, the husky's cheeks flushing and her legs squeezing tightly closed.

"Me? How?"

She asked playfully, but with genuine curiosity. The wolf's grin intensified, as did Amy's blush.

"Well, let's see. Me, Tabitha and Soul here were fucking... and you were doing what, outside?"

The husky whimpered bashfully. She didn't need to answer, for Soul hadn't been the only one to see the juices running down her inner legs as she entered the compartment to join the rest of the group.

"And then, Amy, you ate out Tabby while doing what to yourself, exactly?"

Amy giggled nervously.

"I didn't realise we had any rules for today. Was I not supposed to touch myself? Was I supposed to wait for one of you to give me permission? Was that the game?"

The way she looked so brightly and gleefully at both Tabitha and Mark told Soul that not only was that kind of dom/sub play something which this trio had probably engaged in on multiple occasions, but that Amy seemed to delight in the very idea of it. And yet, both the lioness and timber wolf shook their heads. Once more, Mark chastised the dog.

"No. Silly, naughty girl. The problem isn't that you were touching yourself. Well, it is. But not for that reason. We've been fooling around together all day, and even since you've been here... who has touched you? Who has made you feel good, except for yourself?"

Amy's eyes widened, as did Soul's own. The husky asked what they were both thinking.

"So... wait. You're telling me off, because I haven't been made to cum by any of you, yet?"

Rising to his feet, reminding Soul of just how much bigger than both him and the husky Mark truly was, the timber wolf nodded.

"Exactly. And I for one would like to remedy that."

Despite his more than ample size, the wolf moved swiftly enough to catch Amy by surprise despite her looking directly at him. With one arm he clutched at her body, hooking his arm under and around both of hers in order to lift the husky from her seat. The other hand eagerly and shamelessly delved between her legs and up the now very crumpled length of her skirt.

The husky's eyes widened, then fell half-lidded with obvious pleasure. Her head fell back, limp against her shoulders, and she let slip a heady moan. Mark's hand began to work feverishly, a number of fingers hidden to all but the wolf and husky beginning to drive themselves into the wet, already well-worked depths of the female canine. Her body writhed and pressed against his, hungry, giddy little yelps of bliss escaping her with each fresh assault by his digits. She wanted this. She needed this, even after her two self-induced climaxes. The touch not just of another person, but of another person whom she loved, and who loved her dearly in return.

Soul couldn't claim to love the woman now seated alone, watching just like himself as the two canines began to fondle and grind against one another. He did however find her immensely attractive, and all that he knew of her thus far made the feline more than eager to spend more time with her; the more intimately the better. Thus at the first available opportunity, Mark stumbling forward and pressing Amy back into her seat as he moved to plant a long, lingering kiss upon her lips, the cougar darted past the amorous pair and dropped worshipfully to his knees before the much larger, stronger lioness.

He didn't speak as he approached her, but the look on both Soul and Tabitha's faces as their eyes met removed all need for words. Soul's hands grasped at the lioness's knees, and before he could prise them apart of his own accord she flung them open, dragging his arms along with them. Deep, rumbling purrs of bliss escaped Tabitha as Soul brought his muzzle to bear not upon her crotch, at least not yet, but against her left thigh. He kissed and nibbled at the delicate flesh, all the while keeping his eyes trained north towards the mountainous peaks of her chest.

"F-fuck!"

Both felines looked to the side as a fevered cry escaped Amy, and grinned as they saw the comparably tiny, lithe husky's legs wrapped tightly around Mark's head. Loud, lewd slurps escaped the timber wolf as he began to eat out his lover, the woman who would some day soon be the mother of one of his children trembling and writhing as she sat back with her skirt clutched in both hands, bunched up around her waist. All the while the fingers of one hand remained lodged within the husky, not driving in and out but curling, teasing and stroking at untold sweet spots. The combination of oral and digital stimulation was clearly driving the train conductor off the rails, but no matter how hard Mark pushed her, no matter how much pleasure he forced savagely through her squirming body, she begged for more with every cry, moan, and motion of her beautiful, semi-clothed figure.

Taking a leaf out of Mark's book, Soul soon ceased his cautious teasing of the lioness. He knew that once already she had been brought to orgasm by the touch of a tongue, and that before that his own cock had done the very same. She was a strong woman, both physically and rather obviously of spirit too. Thus, Soul took a risk and acted upon instinct. He didn't ask. Didn't suggest what he was going to do. He simply did what his body, his libido, and his lust addled heart were begging him to do.

Driving his face into the lioness's damp crotch, Soul wrapped his lips around her amply sized, swollen clit, and began to suckle upon it as a cub might a nipple. At the same moment not one, not two nor three, but four fingers stabbed urgently into Tabitha's pussy. Four fingers, and one thumb.

The lioness screamed. She screamed not in agony, as for a single instant the cougar had feared, but in seemingly mindless bliss. She screamed with such force that both lovers beside her jumped visibly, and for a moment or two Mark's head pulled free from the vicegrip of Amy's thighs. They watched, transfixed, as Soul fought to remain attached to the bucking bronco of a woman whom he was pleasuring. They saw his lips pursed tightly around her sensitive clit, and then, with wide and gleefully aroused eyes, saw the full set of digits buried and now curling into a fist within the lioness's pussy.

"G-god... you lucky fucker, Tabby..."

Amy whined hungrily as she watched what was happening to her companion. She stared down at her own crotch, her pussy stretched to its very limits by just three of the burly timber wolf's digits, and humped urgently at the currently unmoving fingers.

"C'mon. You've seen my fist in her plenty of times. Stop staring and start making me feel like that."

Playfully pulling Mark's gaze back round to her, and jerking her head towards the now silently shuddering, open mouthed, frozen figure of Tabitha, Amy giggled. Her laughter soon trailed off into yet more wild moans as the wolf's fingers got back to work, and before long she was crying out gleefully once more as his tongue got down to business again too.

It didn't take long for Soul or Mark to make the woman before them cum. Both were already sensitive from their previous orgasms, and yet still highly aroused from what was transpiring all around them, so the job was by no means a difficult one. Still, each man put his heart and soul into doing what he had committed to. Tongues and hands worked feverishly to squeeze and stroke every last possible moan, whimper, scream and squirt from the women in question, and they proudly achieved each and every one of those goals within mere seconds of one another.

Amy's orgasm, the first of the day at the hands of another, came crashing down around her with such force that for a moment or two she fell entirely limp within Mark's grasp. Not quite unconscious, the pleasure was simply too intense to process with any manner of physical response. Thus her body simply gave in, losing all control as her muscles began to contract violently around the fingers within her. Hot streaks of liquid gushed out over the hand beneath those fingers, and across the hot tongue panting and drooling over her entire crotch.

For Soul meanwhile, there was only one way to describe the orgasm which Tabitha experienced. Explosive. Her scream was like that of an air-raid siren. The force of her climax itself so volatile it pushed his entire fist free of her pussy like the shockwave of a bomb. And the flood that followed, like the tidal surge from a high yield torpedo, hitting the cougar across the face so long and hard that by the time he turned his head, he was gurgling rather than gasping for air.

"Fuck..."

In the wake of those cataclysmic climaxes, both women uttered that single, stunned word, and both men snorted with laughter. The two males rose to their feet, and slipped onto seats beside their fatigued lovers, eagerly accepting the embraces that were offered to them. Four sets of lips teased at those of their partner of the moment, and four minds readied themselves for a long, leisurely recovery filled with tender touches, deep kisses, and joyous, satisfied murmurs of nothing in particular.

Unfortunately, the moment was somewhat spoiled by a crackling of static from somewhere in the husky conductor's long since discarded bag. Following the static, a slightly metallic voice rang out over what could only be some form of walkie-talkie.

"Ms Raine? Amy? We're approaching our final stop. Would you kindly make your way back to the driver's unit from... wherever it is you've disappeared off to this time?"

The husky's eyes widened, and she attempted to spring to her feet and lunge towards her bag. Mark at no point let go of the strong embrace he had around her waist however, and grinned as she fought wildly to free herself from his inescapable cuddle, yipping and whimpering in playful frustration.

"C'mon! If I get fired, then..."

Mark cut her off with a teasing growl.

"...then you'll be able to spend every minute of every ride we take in here with us. Would that be such a bad thing?"

Amy giggled back at him.

"Yes. I'll end up with lockjaw and bowed legs."

Everyone in the compartment, Soul included, burst out laughing at that, and in playful acceptance of her reasoning the timber wolf released Amy from his grasp. She flew across the compartment to her bag, fumbled the walkie out into her hands, and spoke into it in a surprisingly soft, professional, and non-afterglow infused manner.

"I'll be there ASAP."

Turning on the spot, the semi naked, wild haired and wet-pussied husky turned her gaze pleadingly towards Tabitha.

"Tabby... you did remember to pack my spare uniform, right?"

************

Less than twenty minutes later, Soul was stepping off the train behind a well dressed lioness and her timber wolf husband. He nodded politely to the husky conductor who wished them all a good day, and grinned as he noticed that despite her best attempts to clean up, there was still some visible wetness upon the insides of Amy's legs beneath the point where her new, clean and neatly pressed skirt ended.

Soon after that, the cougar found himself sat down in a coffee shop with Tabitha and Mark, and almost an hour, two coffees and a rather large slice of chocolate fudge cake later, a lithe, sprightly husky bounded in through the shop's door and joined them.

For a while the foursome sat there and chatted. They talked about all manner of mundane things, only occasionally referencing anything remotely related to the intimacies they had shared on the train. All the while though, as Tabitha and Mark held hands beneath the table, Soul found his own hand clutched warmly within one of the husky's own. It was as if she, and by extension all of them, was letting him know that what they had shared had neither been forgotten, nor had it come to an end. This was just a lull. Perhaps the calm before the true fury of the storm was revealed.

And sure enough, when the last of the coffees had been drunk and the final crumbs of cake had been hoovered up by Mark, the question was finally asked.

"So..."

It was Tabitha who asked the question, slipping her hand free of Mark's and taking hold of Soul's free paw while Amy passed herself over to the timber wolf. The lioness stared down at the smaller male, licking her lips and widening her eyes so much that they seemed ready to engulf him in their bright, shining beauty.

"...we have a hotel room booked for the next few days. A suite. And if you like, we'd love for you to join us. To help us... as often as you're able, till we leave town again."

To make her point absolutely clear, Tabitha took the hand in which she had seized Soul's own and pressed it to her slightly curved belly. She purred as he pressed his palm flat against it, stroking oh so tenderly back and forth over the fabric of her top.

Clearing his throat, then swallowing thickly, Soul looked at Mark and Amy, then up at the powerful lioness standing directly before him.

"N-not to sound too desperate..."

He murmured softly.

"...but... h-holy mother of fuck, yes."

**************

Upon arriving at the trio's hotel suite, the two males of the group were sporting ample erections once more. The group barely made it through the door before clothes began to fly off eager, trembling bodies, and by the time all four individuals were naked there was already a gathering aroma of arousal passing between them.

Despite the reason for his being here being the breeding of one particular member of the group, Soul found himself pairing off not with Tabitha, but instead with Mark. The timber wolf practically dragged him to the super king size bed, and before the cougar could even begin to scramble up onto the soft sheets he found himself being lifted and tossed onto the bed by the much larger male. Within seconds, near complete darkness fell over Soul as the timber wolf's body straddled his own, and a hefty cock and balls descended upon the feline male's panting maw.

"Fuck... did I really have this inside me?"

Soul set to work with hands, lips and tongue, marvelling at the sheer size of the equipment with which Mark was working. Relative to the timber wolf's size he was still pretty big in the downstairs department, but putting that basic biology aside, he was huge. His cock was thick as well as long, and the already semi swollen bulge of his knot at least doubly so. How Soul's ass had managed to engulf all of that manhood, the cougar didn't have the faintest idea, for there was no way in hell he would be able to get even the full length of Mark's shaft inside his mouth, never mind the knot too.

The two males explored one another, teasing, touching, working one another to greater heights of arousal with each passing moment. Their desire for pleasure and passion only increased when they felt yet more shifting of the mattress beneath their squirming figures, and out of the corners of their eyes both Soul and Mark saw the two women joining them upon the bed. Just like they themselves were arranged, the cock-sucking pair watched as Amy and Tabitha arranged themselves in a sixty nine of their own, and shamelessly went to town upon one another's still puffy lipped, glisteningly needy pussies.

"Whatever you do..."

Mark growled, his voice muffled by the fact that his mouth was nuzzling at the barbed tip of Soul's now saliva coated member.

"...don't cum. I'll take you to the edge. I'll hold you there for as long as you want. But don't you dare cum. All of this... every drop, is for Tabby."

Squeezing the cougar's balls firmly, Mark grinned as Soul let slip a feverish whimper of pleasure. Without another word, he went back to shamelessly suckling upon the feline; driving him towards a climax which he now knew was forbidden, at least for the time being.

Thankfully for the sake of Soul's sanity, he didn't have to endure and restrain himself for all that long. After a few minutes, as the moans and grunting of the women beside himself and Mark was growing more heated and urgent, Mark's tongue withdrew from the cougar's cock and redirected itself somewhere lower still. The timber wolf shifted position until he was granted access to Soul's ass, and for the second time that day began to teasingly rim the feline. Tearing his own muzzle free from where he'd been nuzzling and licking at Mark's hefty balls, a giddy cry escaped Soul.

Deeper and deeper Mark's tongue delved into the cougar, until finally Soul's eyes bulged and his fevered cries turned into a desperate, rather feminine shriek of pleasure. The barbs on his cock strained and flared as he felt the tip of the timber wolf's ample tongue brush against his prostate, and despite fighting with all his mental strength to resist the urges boiling within, Soul wailed giddily as a single ribbon of pre-cum... though there was really no way not to call it cum, given the volume and thickness of the white fluid... erupted from his straining shaft.

"O-ohh g-god... stop. Stop or... o-or I'm gonna cum..."

Panting and shivering in a mixture of pleasure and anguished denial, Soul fell limp, quivering upon the bed as Mark pulled away from him. Close by through glazed and half lidded eyes, the cougar could see that the two women had stopped too. They were now sitting upon their knees, both squirming and clearly fighting to keep their hands off themselves and one another. Waiting. Waiting for the moment when they could strike.

That moment came some five or six seconds later, when Mark scrambled off the side of the bed and turned back to face the three individuals still resting upon it. His cock stood out almost perfectly horizontally from his powerful figure, and though he was not panting or trembling anywhere near as much as Soul, his face was red and his eyes wild with hunger. His eyes met with those of the other canine present, and a burst of joyous laughter escaped him as the husky launched herself across the bed, flinging herself wildly into the strong safety of his embrace.

At almost the exact same moment, Tabitha pounced upon Soul. She swung one leg over his crotch, and in a single perfectly executed motion impaled herself upon his rigid, still urgently twitching member.

Her clawed hands dug into the fur upon Soul's chest, and she stared down at him savagely. Out of the corner of their eyes the feline pair saw Amy clinging to Mark, the pair of them kissing wildly, only for them to topple backwards as the timber wolf lost his footing upon the carpeted floor. They heard a muffled mixture of yelps as the pair hit the floor, but a giddy moan of bliss from Amy a mere split second later put any concerns at ease. Returning her full focus to Soul, Tabitha growled feverishly into his reddened, wide eyed face.

"W-will you breed me?"

He nodded, licking his lips and growling with the confidence that came with extreme arousal, not to mention the presence of a willing and eager partner.

"I won't just breed you. I'll make you scream, and cum, until my body won't let me. And even then... if there's even a chance that I haven't put a baby in your belly yet, I'll make myself keep going. For you."

Beside the bed, now on all fours and with Mark's hefty frame towering doggystyle over her own, Amy's voice rang out with glee, having heard every word that Soul had snarled at his lover.

"G-god... did I pick well or did I pick well? I... a-ahhhhh!"

Before she could say another word, an ear-splitting scream tore itself from the husky's throat as with one side fluid motion the full swollen length of Mark's cock drove deep into her. A thick, wet slapping sound joined the screams as his balls whipped against the damp flesh and fur of Amy's crotch, causing both Soul and Tabitha to shudder in bliss.

"Less talking... more fucking."

The lioness's whimpered plea was music to Soul's ears. Despite her being far larger and stronger, she eagerly allowed the male to roll them over and place him on top. Her legs wrapped around his hips, urging him to commence thrusting, and when he did so mere moments later Tabitha let loose the most joyously giddy groan of delight. The way his already swollen barbs dragged over the inner walls of her pussy was heavenly to her fertile form, and as his confidence rapidly grew upon hearing those sounds of pure rapture, he realised that a powerful woman like this could likely take all he had to offer and then some. As a result, it didn't take long before the male's barbed shaft was driving in and out of Tabitha at as high a speed as he could muster.

Soul's own frantic grunts and snarls of pleasure were almost as violent as hers, though not nearly as loud. The pleasure coursing through each of the pair was almost unbearably intense, in no way helped by the constant erotic moaning and yelping from Amy and Mark close by. Yet still, there seemed no end in sight. As horny as they both had been, neither one showed any signs of their climax arriving at any time soon. It was almost as if their desire to fuck, to be together, had somehow circumvented their bodies' need for release. At least, temporarily so. Right now, pleasure was what they craved. Pleasure without boundaries, and most certainly without end.

"A-ahhhh fuck. Fuck! Fuck yes! Ahhhhh!"

The first explosive climax to strike any of the four lovers present came from Amy, the husky tossing her head back and shrieking in mindless euphoria as with a thick slurp and a loud popping the hefty knot of Mark's cock locked itself within her. Her walls instantly began to convulse, hot juices spraying out at high pressure from the tight seal now formed by their two intimate regions as she came hard, milking the sensitive bundle of nerve endings in a savage, primal effort to provoke the timber wolf into releasing his share of the goods. Somehow though, despite snarling and howling like a nature lover at the full moon, the lupine male fought off his climax for the time being. Instead he simply continued to feverishly hump at the convulsing pussy in which he was buried, driving Amy to scream after fresh, uncontrollable scream of continued, ceaseless pleasure.

With the musky scent of sex filling the hotel suite, and the temperature rising with every moment the foursome spent in fevered contact, it was growing more and more difficult for Soul to remain in control of himself. He wasn't holding back in the slightest with his thrusting, and yet there was still a great deal that the cougar had not yet allowed himself to express to this woman he had been tasked with impregnating. The more his passions grew, the more wild and feral urges rushed through his mind. The more he wanted to bite her. To claim her with primal savagery, and let her know that he was not just the right choice for being the biological father of her child... he was the only choice.

"Oh... ohhh y-yes. Mark! Oh fuck, Mark. D-do it. Cum... ohhh god, you're... i-inside. All of it. G-give me all... all of... aah. Ahhh. Oh god, I'm... a-again. Mark. N-now, please. I'm c-cumming!"

Close by, Amy began to shriek and sob joyously yet again. Her cries were mingled not only with those of Tabitha and Soul, but with loud, barking grunts and yelps from Mark as at long last he let himself loose. Wave after wave of his vast load pumped themselves from his balls and into the fertile depths of the husky, locking every drop behind his swollen knot and forcing each hot ribbon of seed to pour its way deep into her womb. With his orgasm triggering a second in the husky, their bodies bucked and trembled against one another amidst a chorus of intermingled screams and cries, serving as all the inspiration required by the other pair to hurriedly, and oh so pleasurably bring their own latest bout to a satisfying conclusion.

"C-cum in me..."

Mewling tenderly between louder, uncontrolled cries of pleasure, Tabitha stared into Soul's eyes and begged him to do his duty to her. Her clawed hands dug into the flesh of his shoulders as she clutched at the male straddling her, sinking so deep that they couldn't help but draw blood. It didn't matter though. Soul didn't even notice, the pain nothing compared to the blissful clutching of Tabitha's sodden depths around his aching, needy cock.

"Make a b-baby with me Soul... n-now. I'm so close. I need to feel it. To feel y-you. Please."

Her claws dug in deeper. She clutched at him tighter, her voice more urgent and shaky. Her eyes were bulging, and though the lioness was far larger and stronger than the cougar, she suddenly seemed very meek. She knew that in that moment, everything lay in Soul's hands. Her future child. The very course of her life with Mark and Amy. It all seemed to depend on whether Soul would cum in her. Not soon. Not in the next few minutes. But right here, right now.

With a wild snarl, Soul bared his teeth. He knew what had to be done. He knew what was holding him back, why he had not cum yet. And he knew that now was the perfect moment to stop denying himself, and give both him and Tabitha exactly what they wanted.

The cougar sank his sharp teeth into the needy female's neck, itself raised and oh so exposed as she arched her back and tossed her head beneath him. He felt his teeth pierce her skin, drawing blood just as her claws had upon his shoulders, and in a single instant felt a flood of wild, animalistic heat surge through him. With a deep grunt of passion, Soul drove his hips forward and pounded his aching cock into the lioness once more. Twice. Three. Four more times he ploughed into her, and on that fifth stroke as he felt his teeth sink deeper still, a shriek of combined pleasure and pain tearing itself from Tabitha's lips, the cougar felt his balls tighten sharply, then let loose.

Tabitha's scream of pained pleasure was nothing compared to the howling roar which escaped the lioness when she felt the first wave of Soul's orgasm flood into her. No, this wasn't the first time that day she'd been granted his load, but this time he knew what was at stake. He knew why he was doing this, and what a gift his seed truly was. He wasn't just fucking her. He wasn't just cumming inside her. Soul was cumming into Tabitha for the expressed purpose of making her pregnant, and that knowledge drove the lioness absolutely mad with lust.

"_ Yes ! D-don't stop... oh yes, d-don't ever... _ever s-st-aahh... yes!"

With the lioness' orgasmic screams turning to incoherent wails after a few seconds, there was nothing for either of the pair to do but ride out their peak together, locked as one by not only their throbbing, drooling nether regions but by teeth and claws too. They writhed and thrashed together upon the bed, utterly lost in one another and no longer even slightly aware of the other couple engaged in their own tenderness close by.

For several hours, the two couples barely addressed one another. They listened, they looked, they caught glimpses of thrashing bodies and strained but joyously grimacing faces lost in the throes of ecstasy, but they were each far too caught up in their own business to gain more than a passing thrill from the other pair's actions.

It was only when they reached the end of that session, when just as Soul had promised he was barely able to please the lioness any further, both his and her body too overly sensitive and fatigued to do much of anything any more, that the foursome dragged themselves over to the living area of the suite and flopped down together upon one of its large, leather couches.

Still knotted with Mark, Amy sat upon the timber wolf's lap. There was a glazed, distant look in her eye as she lay back against the brick-like chest of her partner, shuddering and squirming as he tweaked one of her nipples with his left hand, while the right hand teased lower down, manipulating Amy's swollen clit. Each time her pussy convulsed it squeezed at Mark's knot, and forced a little more seed to pump itself from the timber wolf's almost spent balls and into Amy's depths.

Tabitha lay flat on her back on the other end of the couch, her legs resting over the far arm to keep her lower body elevated, in a prime position for fertilisation. Soul lay astride her, his head resting upon her pillowy breasts, and his cock still half hard, twitching within the confines of her sodden pussy. His hands ran up and down her flanks, claws extended but not piercing the skin, just stroking it, teasing it, causing Tabitha to shiver, giggle, and moan as her body prickled with goose-flesh and her hair stood on end.

It was then, as Soul looked up from Tabitha's beautifully flushed face to observe Amy's latest helpless climax at Mark's hands, that a thought crossed the cougar's mind. A thought which was so silly, so ridiculously obvious a joke, that it could only have been funny at a moment like this; when all four of them had long since lost a sizeable chunk of their senses to the massive volumes of pleasure they had endured. Snorting and smirking, barely able to get it out through his own laughter, Soul called out in a rasping, hoarse voice to Amy.

"Hey, Amy? Conductors know a fair bit about trains, right? I mean... you must pick a fair amount up from your colleagues, aside from what you learn yourself?"

The husky stared at Soul in confusion, half due to the nature of his question, half because she'd just cum and wasn't entirely sure if she was actually listening to the cougar speak, or if she was just imagining it in some sort of post-orgasmic dream. After a short while though, realising that not only her but Mark and Tabitha were also looking at Soul in perplexed wonder, she gave her answer.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Why?"

The cougar grinned.

"I was just thinking, it kinda makes sense that you ended up like this."

He gestured towards her crotch, tied tightly to the mammoth member of the timber wolf upon whose lap she was seated. Amy blushed, growling happily as Mark squeezed her within his embrace. She said nothing however, leaving Soul to continue, still grinning like a lunatic.

"I mean, first you get one hell of a ride. Then you go off the rails when he couples with you. And now you sit around and wait to let him depart from your station."

The puns were terrible. They were the clumsiest, most low grade set-ups for a joke that could possibly have left Soul's lips, and yet in that moment he found them utterly hysterical. Even in their post-climax stupors though, those he was with most certainly did not.

Mark groaned, rolling his eyes at the sheer misery of the jokes. Amy slapped a paw against her forehead in dismay, burying her face in the timber wolf's strong chest as if attempting to escape and shield herself from any further puns that might escape and attack her. Tabitha, meanwhile, lying beneath Soul and with his semi-erect cock still inside her, simply whimpered with playful anguish.

"Oh god... I really hope the baby doesn't get your sense of humour."

Now that made everyone laugh.

By Jeeves