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In which a lion learns that, sometimes, things are improved with the sharing.

A group of friends spend a long Saturday together, and explore their relationship with one another in ways they never would have expected. (this will probably make more sense if you start from the beginning?)

Legal stuff: Adults Only, any resemblance to any real people or other's characters, etc, is all purely coincidental. All characters mine. You know, the usual stuff.

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Blake settled into his armchair, watching as his friends left the lounge. Despite the flutter of excitement that, along with the cocktail, was making him feel light and ever so slightly untethered, he agreed it was better to give things some time.

He thought about playing some video games. Chance might already be in the media room, if he hadn't decided to head back out to the pool. He could challenge the rat to a game… Or maybe just see how long he could keep up whatever he was doing, while the lion pawed him off… He thought about the warmth of Chance's shaft, sitting next to him and just… touching it. The feeling of it as his fingers trailed along it. Even half flaccid it was a daunting, luscious, tempting thing…

Then again, Clover would likely head straight to the library, while Rosario retreated back to the gym.

He thought about the antique desk in the library. The polished wood top, with an old world pen and ink set, useless, in one corner. He'd always wanted to take Clover on that desk. Maybe bend her over it while she was still reading, or get her on her back, legs up in the air… She would be at the perfect height to get deep under her tail like that.

The cool air across his sheath as he walked was a teasing reminder that he had nothing on but the robe. Knowing she probably didn't have anything under that sun-dress brought the tip of his lionhood peeking out of his sheath. Not that any of them had much left on…

Blake surprised himself, when he realized that he hadn't made his way to the library, but rather to the newer wing at the back of the manor, to the gym.

Rosario was grunting and huffing, counting off strikes against a heavy bag. Palm, claw, knee, or kick, she snapped out in tight, practiced combinations. The slap of her claw-sheaths against the bag came in rhythmic one-two-three, one-two, one-two, beats.

Blake was slightly disappointed that she had put her old sports bra back on, and her bikini bottoms, though he supposed, those big tits of hers would probably be a bit of a bother during a workout like that. Still, it would be fun to watch them bounce…

Pulling some of his own pads from a locker, and a loose pair of shorts that did nothing to hide his bulge, he stalked up behind her.

“Want to try hitting something that can hit back"

The grey wolf turned. She had already worked up a bit of a sweat, and her heavy breathing meant that the sports bra was doing as much to emphasize as it did contain. The bit of elastic cloth seemed to be exerting a heroic effort to keep her from spilling out.

She grinned.

“You?"

“Come on, do you think you can take me? You know you want to."

She licked her chops, a distinctly hungry smile playing across her muzzle. “You know, I actually train at this. Like, I teach it. You sure you want me to kick your tail?"

“I know what I'm doing." He bounced from one footpaw to the other, taking a couple practice swipes at the air between them.

“And when I do, kick your ass, what do I get?"

“I don't know… name it."

“Fine." She shrugged, falling into a low, ready stance. “Come on."

He approached, fists up at muzzle level. He liked the sound of the gloves creaking as he flexed. They covered his finger tips, so he couldn't even accidentally claw her. Still, the sound as he extended, was the sound of something dangerous being restrained.

She was bigger than him, taller at least, so she would have the reach advantage, but he was pretty sure he was faster than her, and all he had to do was get in close to take her down.

He started simple, lunging in with a series of left-right-left swipes and punches. She took the first two across her own raised forearms, knocking the third aside with a circular block that sent him stumbling past her

Growling he let his right fist drop, fainting another swipe, but pivoted from the hip and tried to snap a kick at her open side.

She barely got an arm down in time, and grunted as she stumbled back.

He tried to push his advantage, attacking again, but she sidestepped and tapped him on the back of the neck as he lunged past.

She was teasing. Toying with him.

He snarled, planting and trying to drive a shoulder, then an extended elbow, into her midsection.

She pivoted again, and snapped a short kick into the back of his leg. He tried to catch his balance, but sprawled onto the mat instead.

Rolling back to his feet, he was panting, and frustrated. He danced back a bit, making some space, as he sized her up. She was focused, calm even, but he could see that she was breathing heavily, her tail twitching with anticipation.

He knew it was a wild swing, but he hoped to catch her off-guard. He pounced, swiping a broad across the body claw, this time directly at her face.

She brushed it aside, with an infuriatingly small flick of her wrist. He was ready this time, prepared to land and use the momentum to kick back at her, but then she was holding his arm. He had just enough time to realize that he was likely in trouble, before she turned. Her whole body pivoted on her near foot, pulling him over her hip. With his arm outstretched, he had the space between heartbeats to decide between following her around, or going directly over her hip and taking a header into the mat.

He followed around, trying to regain his center, but she stepped across him again, this time behind, and suddenly he was looking at the ceiling.

Gently, she set him on the mat. Well, not exactly gently. He hit hard enough to knock the wind out of him, and he saw spots, but her paw behind his head kept him from doing any real damage.

“What the fuck was that?" he gasped, trying to roll toward her, but a twist of his wrist shot pain all the way up though his shoulder, and he was forced to lay back down.

Pinned.

He tapped the mat.

Though she released the armlock, she threw a leg over him, straddling him. She still kept his wrist caught in hers, held fast to the mat, but now it was a more casual paw over his. He could have twisted out if he tried, but he was caught looking up at her.

“Not bad." She slid back a bit, her hips over his, he could feel her drag across his sheath. The thin shorts and her bikini bottom did little to separate them, and her could feel her heat. “So… what do I win?"

He smiled, anticipating.

But she didn't continue.

Instead she let him go.

Crawling over to the cool glass of the outward leaning wall of windows, she sat beside him. Her knees up, tail on the far side, she looked away from him, over her shoulder. He couldn't tell if she was looking at the view of the hills, or down at the pool, but her ears were perked, following him.

Sitting up, he joined her. Reclining back against the glass, he could see Clover soaking up the afternoon sun on one of the lounge chairs, with a book, and Chance in the pool.

Trying not to obviously rub his shoulder, he waited for her.

For a moment, they sat together, almost touching, catching their breath.

“You don't like me" Blake surprised himself. He didn't mean to say that out loud. He hadn't even really been sure he thought it.

“I don't trust you. There's a difference." Her ears turned to follow her gaze.

“Why not?"

She looked up, her eyes closing, and with the tone of a conversation she'd had a hundred times before, explained; “Clover… She's a smart girl, but she's a romantic. Gets… notions in her head. She doesn't always see the way of things and… she gets hurt. She deserves better."

“You think I'm not good enough for her?"

She continued to address the ceiling. “I think that when you get bored of her, it's going to break her heart."

“Fuck you."

The only answer she bothered with was to flip him off.

For a moment they just breathed again, both of them settling.

“You know… my dad figures about the same thing."

“Like he gives a shit if you break her heart."

“That I'll get bored. "

She huffed, a half bark of agreement.

“One rule. Keep what's yours, until you're done with it. I think the sum total of his advice to me was 'Prey are for eating or fucking, and we can't eat them. Find a good pred wife, and have some kids.' That's about it."

“At least he's concise…"

“When he ran a background check on her-"

“He ran a background check?"

“You know the phrase 'Trust but verify?' Well, dad doesn't believe in the first part. Anyway, I don't think he got much past where she works before deciding she was just a phase."

She shrugged. “Who doesn't want to fuck the stripper, huh?"

“Yeah. Something like that. He made me promise I was only in it for the sex."

“What!?"

“Yeah. 'Find yourself a pretty lioness. If you can't get her to like you, at least you can knock her up. Then she'll have to stick around."

“This from the master of relationships."

“Bingo."

“He seems like a great guy." She sneered.

“Yeah? You should meet him in person. He's even better than you think."

She let one knee fall, turning slightly toward him, though they were close enough that it meant her shoulder brushed against his. “Oh, I know who your dad is. Mr. 'Local philanthropist' on the news, saying crime is a blended-societies issue. That prey should be inside before dark, if they don't want something bad to happen to them. I'm sure he's absolutely delighted you've got a poor helpless little bunny to play with."

Blake laughed.

He bit his lip.

-Trust-

He matched her turn, looking her in the eye.

“Do you know my mom?"

“Not really…"

“Yeah. Neither does Bethany. She's off on the other side of the globe, making deals, keeping an eye on the family business or whatever… So I figure it's the two of us."

She held up a finger to interrupt. “Wait. So, what the fuck did he say to your sister?"

“Don't worry, I'll find a good lion for you. Somebody who can keep you pregnant and happy." He shook his head, “He's just looking forward to her being somebody else's problem."

She just blinked, her ears flat back.

He took a breath, trying to reset. “Look, I want to build a life with Clover. Maybe I inherit…" he gestured vaguely around them, “All this. Or maybe dad kicks me out as a write off. Fuck, maybe that would be the best thing to happen. Get a job, get a place with Clover. He won't kick Bethany out until she's old enough to marry her off, so that gives us some time to make sure she's got somewhere to go too…"

“Oh. You would die. Like, immediately. Can you even feed yourself?" The wolf grinned, though she didn't turn away.

“Fuck off." He laughed.

“Could you even heat up leftovers?"

“I can heat up, fucking, leftovers." It was his turn to roll his eyes, and address the ceiling.

“Seriously, if I took you down to the kitchen right now and gave you three tries, do you think you could pick out a frying pan?"

“Suck my cock." He pulled open one of the legs of his shorts to show off his hanging sack, for emphasis. Still, he had to admit, “Ok, it would take some work but, I'll learn."

“And you think Clover would stick around for that? If you don't have all this?"

“Yeah. That's part of what I love about her. She's here for me. Not… all this."

“Are you sure? How do you know?"

“I trust her."

“Why?" She was looming, uncomfortably close. Blake could feel his hackles rising.

He tried to pull away a bit, but there wasn't anywhere to go. “I just… do… Anyway, Bethany idolizes her."

“That's true. The kids got good taste."

“I don't know about that. She thinks you're the coolest thing around, so… maybe we should check her for brain damage."

“Oh, you want another go at it?"

“You think you could take me?" he turned to look at her. So close, their noses bumped.

“Again?" fangs glinted as she smiled at him.

“Try it." Honestly, with the way she was pressing in, he thought she might just take a swing at him.

Instead.

She kissed him.

Kicking one leg over to straddle him, both hands braced on his barely covered junk, she pinned him against the window and kissed him.

Breaking the kiss, letting him catch his breath, though still squeezing his sheath through the shorts, she looked him in the eye. “You really do love her, don't you."

“I do…" He nodded, though his reply was breathy, surprised by her suddenly affectionate turn.

“She's like family, you know. You break her heart, it's not just us you'll have to worry about. Me, Chance, everybody from the club… She's been to my cousins' quinceaneras. She's one of us now. I've got a whole pack of aunties that will tear you to bits."

Meeting her gaze, and trying to put as much weight into the statement as he could… while also being fondled through the thin cloth of his shorts. “I love her."

“You know, Chance is probably fucking her right now." Her ears swiveled dramatically, as though she could hear them going at it.

“Again, you're thinking of my dad. I love her, but she doesn't belong to me. As long as she comes back, she can fuck whoever she wants."

He wasn't just peeking from his sheath. He was throbbing. The warm slick of his pre was soaking through the shorts. The tip of his shaft threatened to breach the waistband.

Lifting herself up, only slightly, she tugged the shorts down, letting him bounce free. “She does seem to be strangely enamored with this spiny lion prick."

“You should find out why."

She pressed her cheek to his. Her breath was warm against this ear, as his mane fell over her muzzle. “And me? Do you want me?"

He answered without hesitation. “Yes."

“And Chance."

He swallowed.

“Say it."

“Yes."

“And do you love her?"

“Yes."

Pulling her bikini bottom aside, she curled her fingers around his shaft, guiding the tip to of his need to her own. She didn't let him enter her, just sliding his cock along her lips, so the slick of his precum could mingle with her own. “Then show me what she keeps coming back for."

His hands slide up her body, tracing her muscles, her abs, hefting her breasts, still bound by the straining sports bra, then up her arms. She was hard and soft in turn, in all the most intriguing ways. “Fuck, I didn't know how much I wanted this."

“I knew."

“Fuck you."

He moaned, as she rolled her hips, sliding her wet slit along his now rigid shaft. Her thumb rubbing the barbs around his cocked as she teased. He thought he could feel the heat of her radiating.

“She has a good heart."

“The best."

Lifting him, his cock pouting straight up, she mounted him. Slowly settling down onto him, moaning as she took him in, inch by inch, she let out her own whine of mingled desire and pleasure. Every tiny movement seemed to stoke the furnace of her lust.

“You'll protect her?"

“Yes." He groaned, half in answer, half lost in the feeling of her, clenching around him as she consumed him.

“Promise."

“I promise."

Rolling her hips, she dragged his sensitive spines along her insides, sending electric shocks of pleasure up his spine.

“Again."

“I love Clover."

“And me?"

“I want you."

“Again."

“I want you."

Riding him, in a rhythmic, rolling gait. Her eyes closed, her lips brushing his, her breath coming in short huffs. She was lost in the ecstasy of it… or maybe waiting?

“I promise. I'll do everything I can… to protect her."

She kissed him again. Deeper this time. For the first time, with passion. Her long tongue taking over his muzzle, she seemed to fill him even as he filled her.

For a moment he thought her tongue might press into his throat, and he couldn't help but think that might be pretty hot.

He kissed her, in turn, and for a time, he simply gave himself over to her.

He matched the rhythm of her rolling hips with his own thrusts, though sitting with his back against the wall, he couldn't do much. Still he delighted in every gasp and whimper he could coax out of her. She seemed to particularly enjoy when he leaned back, so the spines on the top of his cockhead dragged across her G-spot.

Soon she was huffing and yelping her way through a series of orgasms with each bucking thrust.

The better to please her, he wrapped his arms around her, and with a grunt, levered her back. Laying her down, so he could get up on his knees between her legs, he let her splay as he braced. With his foot-paws against the window wall, he could hold her down, and thrust hard into her. Leaning back he could feel her inner walls twitch and flutter as she shook with orgasm.

Pulling her sports bra up, he delighted in watching her heavy tits fall free. They bounced just as he had hoped, with each growling thrust. With each compounding orgasm, she got louder, more feral in her noises. Soon she was whining, half howling, her eyes shut tight as she let him control the pace.

He bite his lip, doing his best to hold himself back. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could before giving in to her.

He concentrates on her scent, the spice, the sweat, the vanilla from the shampoo, the smell of motor oil, and of clove, from those sharp little cigarettes that Chance smoked. And the smell of her lust, thick between them. The faint smell of Chance and Clover still clung to her as well.

He did his best to concentrate.

Breathing.

Thrust.

Pull.

Breathing.

Thrust.

Pull.

Breathing.

Thrust.

Pull-

Just as he's about to give in, sure that he couldn't take it any longer, she stoped him. Clearly with some effort, she put a paw on his chest, and pushed him back. Even as she whimpered with desire, he slowly pulled out of her.

For a time she just panted, catching her breath. Her ears seemed to swim a bit, as she tried to focus on him again.

He was in the midsts of formulating a question that didn't come across as begging her to let him finish. In her, on her, whatever, just please…

When she did finally catch her breath, however, and grin. Her voice, thick with lust, was quiet as she did her best to sit up in front of him. “We don't want Clover to feel left out, do we?"

Disoriented, Blake could only manage to shake his head. The chill of their juices drying on his shaft starting to bring him back to himself.

“What's the one thing our bunny likes almost as much as being watched?"

Finally catching up, Blake grinned. “Watching."

Nodding up at the wall of windows behind him, then looking down at the rabbit and rat by the pool, she didn't have to say any more.

Blake helped her up, then stepped around behind her to pin her against the window. He couldn't help but imagine how her breasts would look from outside, pressed against the glass.

She pushed her hips back, lifting her tail, and spreading so he could reach her ready pussy, but he hesitated. He only dipped the head of his lionehood, quickly into her, before pulling out, and letting it drag up along her, to the base of her tail. Their mixed fluids slicked her tail hole as he rubbed against her.

She shuddered, but didn't argue. Instead, repositioning slightly, and reaching back to spread her cheeks, displaying herself for him, as her tail flagged.

“You sure?" he growled.

“Golden rule."

He chucked. “Sure. Golden rule."

Pressing the spiny point of his spear against her tight ring, he nuzzled under her ear, whispering. “You gotta do one thing for me…."

Already huffing, impatient for him to continue, she growled “What?"

Slowly, very slowly, he leaned his weight into her. She whimpered in mixed pain and pleasure as he spread her open. He groaned as she seemed to seal around him.

“See, these windows are pretty thick so…"

He hilted in her. The rim of his furred sheath pressed against her stretched entrance.

“Don't hold back."

Dragging back out, not as quickly as he had on the floor, but moving with force and intent, he resumed his rhythm, now pounding into her with each thrust. He could feel her flinch, but also feel how she shuddered as he took her. She whined, then moaned, then howled. Roughly now, he drilled into her, reveling in her wild abandon.

Whether they could hear her howls, or if she just happened to look up, Clover caught Chance's attention, pointing up at the pair above them.

A moment later, the rat was lying back on a deck chair, with Clover crouched over him, so they could both look up at the show while she bounced on him.

Had they started this way, he might have been able to keep it up for longer, but he was quickly running out of steam. Between the show below them, and the wolf's gasping, howling, orgasms, he gave in to his own.

She was taller than him, but he still managed to bite the side of her neck. He snarled, as he started to climax, like a rutting, mating, beast.

He tasted her sweat.

The hint of spice.

The faintest salt and copper of blood.

He would have worried he had gone too far, but that would have to come later. In the moment he was consumed by the sensation of spending himself inside of her. The heat of his seed, and the ear-splitting howl of primal, orgasmic, pleasure she let loose.

Her knees went out, and if they weren't leaned against the angle of the window, his own would have been too weak to keep her up.

Instead he held them there, pinned, as both of them swam in the sea of shared bliss.

They definitely heard that.

Her howl surprises Chance, his head snapping up, but it was the last straw for Clover, who arched her back and let loose an orgasmic spray that reached past the foot of the lounge chair..

If Chance had been an inch, or three, less rat, then she might have lifted herself right off of him. Instead her pulled her back down, redoubling her orgasm as he joined her.

Bleary with his own afterglow, Blake could have sworn he saw her belly swell, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of it all.

But they were pretty far away…

Slowly parting, Rosario turned, pulled Blake against her, and kissed him again. This time, more gently, but with no less passion. Parting, but not pulling away, they remained close. Holding each other, their breath mingling in the whisper of space between their muzzles.

Tempted not to move, or say anything, less he break the spell between them, he finally spoke. “What now?"

“Now we rinse off, hydrate, then get down there and fuck those two until they can't walk straight."

“Sounds like a plan."