Inside the poorly lit office you can make out a slender form leaning against one of the desks, her hands running up and down her body as she focuses on something just out of your line of sight. The feminine shape steps away from her perch and into the dim light. Cass stands in the center of the room, completely unclothed and still damp from her recent shower. The smooth, matted fur makes her look sleek and quite beautiful, with her large doe-eyes glittering in the twilight and her arms raised in front of her modest chest; like a statue. You can't help but stare at her figure, something inside you just yearns to seize it and make her yours, but you hear someone else in the room.
Stepping into view with his back to you, is the now familiar stripe-furred form of your brother. You immediately want to turn away from the scene, you don't want to see Cameron like this! The idea of watching your brother 'get it on' with this cervine-woman makes you a little sick in the stomache... but why can't you look away? You keep looking through the gap in the door, the heady smell of pheromone and musk is thick in the air and it makes you pant a little.
You watch as Cameron stalks toward Cass, like a predator eyeing its next meal, a low growl escapes his lips. Cass turns away from him, her gorgeous, heart-shaped bottom pushed out and her cotton-tail flagging high. Cam prepares himself as he removes his pants, the only thing he'd been wearing, letting a fuzzy pouch of hand-filling testicles swing free between his legs. You almost gasp, as he turns around to pick up his discarded cargos, when you see just how changed his nethers are. Above his large sack is a -very- thick and swollen sheath, no doubt housing an impressive cock. He hooks his claws into his pants and tosses them on another nearby desk before turning back toward his deer, fangs gleaming and eyes alight in his still mostly-human face.
He lunges.
Cass gracefully avoids Cam's first pounce, skipping just off to the side in a flash. Your brother scrabbles at the desk where she once stood, growling in frustration and lust. You can see his pointed cat-cock poking out of his sheath, it looks cruel with its many barbs meant to keep his mate in place while he finishes his work. The doe is looking down at the creature between his legs, panting with as much pent up need as the wild cat, but she wont let him have it... yet.
Wiggling her tight butt in his direction, Cass continues to tease Cam as he leaps after her. The chase is starting to have an effect on both of them, Cass is visibly excited with her nethers damp from her leaking juices and Cam's cock is throbbing with every one of his powerful heartbeats.
Finally, it seems the doe cannot keep up the chase and is tackled to the ground by the overzealous feline, his head buried in her bosom. The tiger lowers his head, rolling his rough tongue across her fur, tasting his catch. Soon, his head is between Cass' legs, inhaling her scent while lapping at her folds. Cam begins to audibly purr into the damp, needy fuck-space. The doe squirms and moans at the wild assault on her moist vagina, wrapping her long legs around Cam's head and begging for more.
Cam doesn't quit until Cass moans aloud as convulsions rock her body, signalling her first orgasm. She comes down slowly off her euphoric high, unlacing herself from the impassioned feline. She crawls away from him on all fours, sashaying her hips and putting her still-excited pussy on display. Cameron lets out a deafening roar as he jumps the unsated cervine, grabbing her by the waist; his ten-inch kitty-cock leaking pre-cum over her tight tail-hole.
He thrusts hard, but misses in his excitment, his spire smearing pre-seminal fluid over her cotton-white tail. Cam takes a ragged breath before re-aligning his cock at her pink entrance, his thick fuck-stick looks big enough to split her in half. Rocking forward, Cass lets out an animalistic groan as the thick, pink shaft spreads her wide open. The tiger is stopped just before his thickest point, the doe refusing to let anymore in, but the predator will have not have that. Cam seems to lose himself, all restraint disappearing as he begins to pull out and thrust back in, hard. He growls with every powerful stroke. Each thrust is met by pained yelps, followed by lustful moans from his prey-amore as the cat reaches a vicious pace, balls slapping in a muffled staccato against Cass' furred body.
You stare at them and the wild, unbridled fucking they are giving each other. You want that, every part of you wants to let go and let the animal take over. Your eyes glaze over in lust as you continue to watch the scene before you, something churning inside your body.
Cam has his claws digging into Cass' back now as his thrusts become more desperate. An end clearly in sight, he lets loose another roar as he moves down to clamp his mouth on the scruff of her neck in an act of pure domination. She's his now and Cam claims her in the most primal way he can. One more thrust and you see his balls tighten up and throb as they unleash a torrent of kitty-cream into the deer-woman. Cass lets out another moan as she writhes around his cock, the barbs raking and tickling her from the inside out, hot cum starting to leak out around her pussy-lips.
You watch them panting in their after-glow, wanting nothing more than to claim a hole of your own and fuck it with everything you have. Or maybe you want someone to do that to you... You've just become aware of a new scent in the air, a familiar and comforting one, so it comes as no surprise when a warm, fuzzy muzzle rests itself on your shoulder and a wide tongue lolls out and licks you behind the ear. "Hm, I've been looking for you, pup, I thought I'd just follow my nose... and here you are." Anders whispers into your ear, the wolf wrapping his furry arms under your wings and around your chest. You can smell his musk and it makes your mouth water a little, thinking about what your wolf-friend has to offer. You stand up with him and grind back into the wolfman, his package a prominent bulge against your backside. "So, what do you say? Up for a little stress relief back in my... private office?" He licks across the scales on the back of your neck.
You are up for something, that's for sure, but what are you really in the mood for? Do you let the wolf have his way with you? Do you give in to your inner dragon and breed Anders' tail-hole? Or do you have something else in mind...?