"Good plan," nodded Firemane. "Flameleaper, get bowl. Nightfang, we cum in bowl."
Nightfang nodded, her copious body hair standing on end in excitement. Her cock was fully erect now, the velvety folds of her foreskin bunched at the base of her dickhead.
Flameleaper placed a bowl between the two alpha-caste beastwomen. The two feral women seized their meaty dicks and began jerking them, pulling their foreskins up and down their tips. Firemane stroked her her treasure trail as she masturbated, delighting in the wiry texture of the furlike hair. Slowly her fingers drifted down to her overgrown bush, and then down to her prodigiously hairy ballsack which she rubbed exuberantly, catching as many twisty hairs between her clawed fingers as she could.
As the pack Alpha blissfully massaged her furry nuts, she felt her cock begin to twitch and throb. One glance at Nightfang's erotic gyrations revealed the sub-alpha was equally close to ejaculation. Firemane did her best to aim her cock at the bowl and allowed herself to cum. She clutched at her fiery mane with her free hand. The two alphas threw back their heads and howled as their cocks erupted with ropes of thick white jizz. Firemane shuddered at the overwhelming pleasure that engulfed her loins; it was becoming increasingly difficult to aim. Glob after sticky glob of alpha spooge splattered into the bowl (and around it), more than Firemane thought was physically possible for her to make. Soon the bowl was nearly overflowing with Firemane and Nightfang's love juices.
Nightfang picked up the bowl and placed it on the coffee table, her softening dick still drooling cum as it retreated back into the gentle protection of its foreskin.
Firemane surveyed her pack, her catlike eyes searching for a volunteer. "Who taste?"