The purple cow-tiger taur Ushitora stretched and relaxed, reclining on her pile of pillows in the sparsely decorated hotel room and preparing for sleep. She gently pressed a feline forepaw on the bulge of her belly. Inside, an anthropomorphic fox pressed back from within her womb, and Ushitora wobbled her tummy to make the fox lose his posture. He slipped and slid and yelped and turned over before wriggling back into his curled position. Ushitora purred, enjoying the sensation of person stretching out her sensitive insides.
 
 
With the inside of her back leg’s knee, she rubbed the side of her udder. It was imperceptible, but she could already feel it becoming ticklish and sensitive and ready to swell with milk. As usual, there were no milking facilities on this space station, so she would need to return to her ship to relieve her udder. She believed the fox would be happy to help her with it, and she smiled and stretched again.
 
 
In the middle of a tongue curling yawn, someone knocked on the door. Ushitora blinked. The door pinged, and on the display, a vixen in a simple blue jumpsuit scowled at the camera. The vixen raised her fist and pounded the door again, saying loudly and firmly, “Open up! I know he’s in there!”
 
 
Ushitora felt the fox inside of her shift and curl up tighter. She raised an eyebrow and got up, walking over to the room’s entrance. She opened the door.
 
 
Not seeing what she wanted, the vixen started, “Where is he you sluuuhhhuuu,” and then looked up. The eight foot tall cow-tiger taur glared at the five and a half foot tall fox lady. Mouth agape, the vixen stepped back once.
 
 
Then, her mouth closed into a irate frown, her brows furrowed, and she ducked past the cow-tiger taur and into the room, shouting, “I know he’s in here somewhere, where are you hiding, Pete?”
 
 
Ushitora smiled and watched. The vixen dug into the pillows, throwing them off the pile, and Ushitora began collecting them up. The vixen grumbled to herself and let out the occasional ‘ew’ upon encountering cum or saliva soaked fabric.
 
 
Ushitora clicked a back hoof against the floor and said, “Hey.”
 
 
The vixen ignored it.
 
 
Ushitora sighed, threw the pillows at the intruder, and then tackled the vixen into the cushions. Her whiskers brushed against the vixen’s nose and she growled, “You calm down. Now, I’m going to guess a couple things: you followed your boyfriend here, you suspected him of cheating on you, and now you want to vent your anger on him. Fine.”
 
 
The vixen stifled a whimper and scowled, but she relaxed. Ushitora released her grip and said, “I know you want to talk to him, but I am not in the mood for a fight. So say what you want and then, you have to leave.”
 
 
The cow-tiger taur stood and walked over the vixen, who simply laid back and watched. Then, Ushitora flumped the bulge in her belly onto the vixen and gave a very loud, “AHEM.”
 
 
The bulge promptly shouted a muffled, “You said it was okay for me to go!”
 
 
The vixen squirmed, and the bulge squirmed back, and the vixen replied, “I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING!”
 
 
The vixen’s shoes tried to avoid Ushitora’s udder nipples, but the attempt failed. Up and away from the vixen and her boyfriend’s conversation, the cow-tiger taur kept her composure, although a smile escaped across her lips.
 
 
The vixen petted the softer fur on Ushitora’s tiger half, “Hey lady.”
 
 
Ushitora lifted herself up and corrected, “Ushitora.”
 
 
The vixen repeated, “Ushitora, right.”
 
 
The cow-tiger taur expected the vixen to sit up and talk. Instead, she felt the vixen crawlling her way past the udder and knocking around the nipples. Ushitora curled the toes on her tiger paws and said, “Oooh, don’t do that, it’s sensitive. What are you doing?”
 
 
She looked back, saw the vixen undress, and answered herself, “Oh, that’s what you’re doing.”
 
 
The vixen wiggled out of her jumpsuit and knocked her boots to the other side of the room, explaining herself, “I want to talk to him face to face, and if he can go somewhere, so can I! Now do you need lube or-”
 
 
With a loud schluck, Ushitora backed onto the vixen’s head. The muzzle guided her head neatly between Ushitora’s labia and into the canal, but the vixen fell backward. The cow-tiger taur’s pussy followed the vixen to the pillow and squatted over the seated fox. The vixen reached, grabbing Ushitora’s udder and getting a growl from her. The tunnel quivered and sprung a leak, dribbling cum over the vixen breasts and cleavage.
 
 
Ushitora moaned, “Don’t want to keep you two waiting,” and let her weight rest on the vixen. The fox lady flailed a bit as her shoulders sank past Ushitora’s nethers, but the vixen reclaimed her presence of mind and folded her arms up before the her torso completely vanished into the cow-tiger taur.
 
 
The vixen pushed forward. Her arms strained against Ushitora’s vagina, stretching the flesh, slipping in the natural lube, reaching toward the cow-tiger taur’s depths. Ushitora orgasmed. She roared, and new wave of cum flushed through her pussy and soak the pillow anew.
 
 
Ushitora sat completely on the vixen, and she used the woman as a dildo. She rocked her rear end back and forth and twisted round and back, grinding her pussy around the vixen and partly into the pillow. She faintly acknowledged the vixen’s protest, whose tail whipped against the treatment.
 
 
Inside, the vixen felt the fleshy, hot walls compress and relax and rub her in all ways, but she was not interested in indulging Ushitora’s libido. She tried to push forward, pressing her arms in opposite directions and trying to push off her feet, but progress was limited. Instead, she only served Ushitora’s lewd appetite, stimulating the vaginal walls much more than the previous entrant had. Another orgasm came, and Ushitora’s juices dribbled off the pillow and onto the floor.
 
 
With that, the cow-tiger taur lifted her butt off the pillow. The vixen’s legs, now no longer pinned under the udder, were free. The greedy snatch undulated fiercely, and the vixen squelched right past the cervix and into Ushitora’s womb.
 
 
The cow-tiger taur panted. Her leg were weak, and she could feel the vixen and her boyfriend trying to get comfortable inside her womb. Ushitora was tempted toward more debauchery - the printer bots of the hotel were capable of making such wonderful toys - but she opted for rest.
 
 
Ushitora had to find yet another spot not covered in her fluids, covered herself under the blanket again, and curled up. She instructed the couple inside of her, “Keep it down, I’m going to sleep now.”
 
 
She yawned, smiled, and laid her head down for the night.