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"Strength"

Adam had folded the last of his packable clothing into a suitcase; a soft black leather number with a combination lock on it that his father had owned. As he placed the remaining shirts on top of the compressed pile within, the husky pulled down the lid and allowed it to close with a soft clicking noise before picking it up. Turning, he spotted Simba standing in the doorway looking at him as he leaned against the wooden frame. He leaned a bit further when he was spotted, and a soft creak could be heard groaning against his weight.

"You sure you want to do this?" He asked. "This was your parents' house after all."

Adam nodded and smiled, adjusting his suitcase to his other hand. He placed his hand around Simba's hip and leaned in, giving him a kiss. "Yeah, I'm sure." He said. "It's a pretty expensive chore to own almost two acres of land in the middle of this bustling burg. I think you and I need to start our own life, and being destitute just thinking of the yearly taxes isn't the best place to come from."

Simba brushed the husky's hand to the side, leaned in and kissed him, pushing him against the opposite door frame as he did so. A momentary, soft breath passed between them as they parted lips led to a smile from the dane. "Alright, whatever makes you happy." He said.

"You're an unbearable tease, you know that?" Adam responded with a grin. "You wait till the morning we've got to be out of here to want to screw around?"

Simba smirked. "I never said that."

"YOU didn't have to." The husky emphasized with a grin as he firmly grabbed the dog's crotch and gave it a squeeze. He was hard as a rock, and Adam loved it.

The pair had rented an apartment a few miles away, near the center of town, but they were taking their time in leaving the house. When it finally came time to step outside and board the cab for midtown, they looked fondly back at the house that had given them so many memories. "Hey, you remember the last time I came over before you guys moved away for the first time?"

"Do I?" Adam asked. "Man, I still remember the people who rented the place, they creeped me the hell out."

It was just past sunset; Adam and Simba were already in their pajamas and sacked up on the living room floor to watch some horror movies when Adam's mother came into the room. Simba could smell her perfume from two rooms away and turned his head to face the direction she was coming from.

"Simba Conroy, you are one scary child." She admitted with a laugh. "I didn't even make a sound and you could hear me coming?"

"Oh, it wasn't a hearing thing." Simba admitted. "I could smell your perfume."

"Oh." She responded, sounding somewhat embarrassed. "Well..."

"You look great, mom." Adam said. "You and dad going to be gone long?"

"We'll try to be home before midnight." She said. "You boys sure you're good to do this alone?"

"Come on, mom. I'm fifteen, I don't need a babysitter anymore. Besides if I get into trouble, I've got Simba here to protect me."

She chuckled amusedly. "Yes. I'm sure you do." She said. "Well, the emergency number is pinned to the fridge along with my cell number. There's money on the counter in case you boys order a pizza..."

"Marge..." A male's voice could be heard as Adam's father poked his head around the corner. "Don't baby them, let's go. We've got reservations to meet."

She let out a sigh bordering a bit between frustration and realization. "Alright." She said. "You two be safe and we'll be home soon."

"Bye, mom!" Adam called after her as the pair made their way to the door.

Simba listened as the door clicked, opened and then a second later closed again. "So, is there something going on?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Your parents don't sound very happy."

There was a small pause before Adam spoke up. "They've been seeing some guy." He said. "Guess they're trying to get some stuff worked out."

"I see." Simba said solemnly.

"Well, come on. Let's get some scare fest going on then!" He exclaimed loudly.

Simba could hear the click of the remote just before a shrill scream emanated from the television set. Simba was half expecting it, but still felt his skin crawl at the sound. He laid back and put his hands behind his head to listen to the tube as it played. He let the sounds create images in his head as he lay, closing his eyes to see the movie in his mind's eye. It wasn't as if he were always blind, he remembered seeing stuff like this before he lost his sight. Every time he heard a slasher flick on the tv, he remembered the busty females running and fleeing for their lives in vain. The gore, the blood the terrible, terrible acting. His thoughts were only interrupted by a strange weight now on his stomach. Simba opened his eyes to blackness as he realized that Adam was sitting on him, the husky's legs straddled over each side of his stomach and his head resting on his neck. He felt his face light up with a blush as he felt Adam shift on top of him.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing." The husky responded with a chuckle. "You just looked so comfortable, I needed to interrupt you."

Simba sighed and put his hands down, resting them on Adam's thighs. "Well you got me there." He admitted before giving them a firm squeeze and making the husky yelp in surprise. "Now what?"

"I'm starving. That's what."

Rolling Adam over, Simba tauntingly gave his friend a lick to his lips. "Well then let's go order some pizza shall we? I think these blood curdling screams can wait twenty minutes."

The pair ordered two whole large pizzas; Adam having bacon, pineapple and double cheese, while Simba ordered mushroom, green pepper, onions and pepperoni. The pair were so hungry by the time the pizza arrived that they downed nearly both pies before returning to their movies with large bowls of popcorn. Simba rested, listening to the movie unfurl in the back of his mind as Adam relentlessly tossed bits of popcorn his way on occasion.

After their third movie though, the pair relaxed and settled into their seats sleepily. Simba yawned and used his fingers to check the special dials on his watch. "Man it's almost midnight." He said. "Wonder where your parents are."

"They probably went to a hotel after their movie to mess around." Adam said. "I mean, that's always what I think they do when they're out this late."

"You think about your parents having sex?"

Adam reeled back, disgusted. "Eww! No! I'm just saying that it's nothing to really be worried about."

"Well, thankfully I don't know what they look like so I can't get that mental picture in my head."

Just then, the sound of a door opening drew the boys' attention as Adam's mother stepped in by herself. She spotted Simba and Adam and regained her composure, it looked as if she had been crying to Adam, who walked over to her. "Mom? Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine." She wasn't trying to be so obvious about her lie, but Simba could pick up the inflection in her voice that she was holding something back. "What are you two still doing up?"

"Oh well, we were watching a horror movie marathon." Adam said.

"I can go... if you need me to go?" Simba said, standing up. "I mean..."

Marge put on a strong face for her son and cleared her throat. "No, Simba. It's fine. You guys go back to watching your movies, I'm just going to get to bed..."

"Mom, where's dad?"

Adam's voice sounded a bit more concerned than Simba liked; the sad inflection about broke his heart. As did the slight stagger in his mother's footsteps as she stopped her walk down the hall. "Your--- your dad and I have come to a decision, and he isn't going to be staying with us anymore."

"What? How come?"

"Adam..." Simba started.

"Stay out of this!" The sudden snap toward the shepherd made Simba gasp in surprise. "Mom, why isn't dad coming home?"

"Because he's going to be moving." She said, her voice breaking. "He went to the bathroom at the restaurant and didn't come back. Just some shabby lawyer who handed me some papers."

"But--"

Marge placed two of her fingers against Adam's lips and turned to continue down the hallway. From the choke in her voice, Simba could tell she was fighting back tears as well. Quietly, Simba took Adam's hand. "I'm... sorry Adam." He didn't know what else he could say.

Adam squeezed a bit then sighed. "Let's just go to bed." He said.

"I'm not even sure how I made it through that night." Adam said as the taxi pulled up for the two of them. "Dad running off on mom was just unexpected." He paused for a bit as the trunk of the taxi popped open and he placed his suitcase inside next to Simba's before speaking again. "No... maybe it wasn't. But what kid expects their dad to just up and leave like that?"

"Weirdly enough, I think that night your mom trusted me about as far as she could hurl a bag of concrete."

"That's not true." Adam said, giving Simba a soft kiss. "She trusted you more than anything else in our life at that point I think."

"And then you moved." Simba said as the two got into the car. "What was it, like a week after all that happened?"

"About that." Adam said with a bit of a wave to his hand. "Jeeze it's been a while, hasn't it?"

The taxi made the familiar twists and turns around the streets before pulling down

Park Street, where their new apartment complex was. A series of four large, five-story buildings scattered around a nice garden that made up the central courtyard between the buildings. The complex was called "Summer Gardens" which always made Simba think it sounded like the name of some retirement community, but it was in fact a general city residence that had a reasonable rate; a two-bedroom apartment costing six hundred dollars with electricity and water included. He was rather surprised that the apartments had an opening.

Adam's paw remained tightly bound to his own; Simba knew the importance of Adam leaving his family home and to start a new life, he smiled and squeezed back, tugging him into a light kiss and ignoring the driver's sudden wide-eyed stare at the big dogs in his back seat kissing. By the time they'd arrived, both were almost unwilling to get out of the car, but separated in order to gather their things. Simba paid the driver and the pair made their way into building 3; which was their building. The apartment they'd rented was on the first floor and as they made it to the entry, Adam had given in and pinned the shepherd against the door with a thump, kissing him deeply.

Simba returned the kiss with a sigh of passion, his hands making their way down Adam's torso to his waist and grabbing hold as the husky pushed against him, their muscles firmly pressed together under their clothes. Reaching behind him, Simba was able to nudge the door open and the two nearly tumbled into the small apartment. Their furniture had not been delivered yet; it would be several hours before the rest of their stuff arrived. The door slammed and the pair then fell onto the white new carpet on the living room floor, wrestling over as Simba rolled on top of the husky with his hands sliding up Adam's shirt; Adam's hands wriggling into Simba's jeans. They flipped again, Adam rolling Simba onto his back as he unfastened the shepherd's belt and began to tug his pants and half of his boxers off his body, their lips not separating until Simba pulled it up to the top of his head and rather abruptly throwing it across the room so they could return to the embrace. Their kissing was sloppy as each was paying more attention trying to get into the other's clothes than the actual coordination of their love making. Simba grabbed the husky's ass and he felt Adam's tail curl in excitement, thinking quickly he squeezed the cheeks together and then dragged his hands up Adam's hips as he slipped out of his pants, his cock flopping out onto the boxers he wore so it crossed Adam's own member like a sword. He pulled the husky down on him, dragging their crotches together harder as they both moaned through their teeth.

Adam moved forward some, dragging his balls and his butt across the shepherd's chest at Simba's not-so-discrete pulling and he moaned softly as he felt the familiar warmth of the dog's muzzle tighten around his length. He huffed a bit and leaned into Simba's mouth, the dog's cavernous maw easily accommodating his thickness. Simba gasped and moaned, pulling in the meat like a vacuum, so much so that even as Adam pulled back to thrust again, he kept hearing soft sucking noises from Simba's lips. He smiled in spite of himself and rocked himself deeper and deeper in. He could feel the back of Simba's throat at the tip of his cock, but he couldn't push in much further, the thick base of his shaft was already grinding gently against the front of Simba's teeth, his balls swelling and drooping down against his chin.

"Y-you know this drives me nuts..." He panted.

Simba grinned and pulled his lips away from the shaft, taunting him by licking it in plain sight. "I know that, silly." He said.

"You--" Adam panted, trying to gather his thoughts again. "You wanna drive tonight? Seems like I do it all the time..."

There was a pensive look from the shepherd, but he casually played it off with a firm squeeze on the dog's cock, making him gasp and moan as more precum dripped out over Simba's lips. He didn't answer the question he simply continued to taste and drink from Adam's pleasure.

Adam wanted to be more assertive; he liked receiving just as well as giving, but Simba already knew how to push his buttons. He about leaped out of his fur when Simba surprised him with another roll and he ended up on his back. Simba grinned as he worked his lips and his tongue up the husky's stomach, to his chest then to his neck as he straddled the male's lap and leaned back, tauntingly pushing his cock upright behind him, dragging along between his cheeks like a hotdog being squeezed into a bun. Simba kissed Adam as he pushed back, his lips lingering just for a second to let the saliva string between them. "Maybe next time." He said coyly. "I've been wanting you inside me all day."

Simba was certainly a horndog, proving it again by leaning back just slightly and letting the tip of his boyfriend's cock poke against his ring. He bit his lower lip and felt his tail sway back against Adam's almost-trembling legs as he began to grind and give into his desire to be deep in the shepherd's ass. Adam's knees slowly rose to provide Simba a bit of support as he leaned back and with a fell thrust, he felt his tip pop against the fur and the fleshy ring under his tail. Both of them moaned as Simba leaned back some, sending some of that length pushing even deeper inward. Simba had grown used to Adam's thickness, he almost felt like it was another part of his own body by now, he put his hand on Adam's chest as they tried out this new position, he leaned back, then rocked forward again, feeling the husky's feverish fingers grope his butt and spread him further apart as he pushed himself inward.

"Aww fu-uuuck..." Adam panted as his chest swelled and dropped with each long, enjoyed breath.

"Mmmmh..." Simba closed his eyes and felt his balls and shaft run along the super-soft fur on Adam's stomach, his hand grasped the fur some, but immediately felt like it was slipping through due to its softness. He used his legs now to lean back and sit his body down against the flesh, pushing it in deeper now. His own cock began to expel precum so thick that his flesh was glistening with it, Adam took full advantage of course and wrapped his hand around it as his other continued to massage his backside. Down, and up, down and up, Simba felt like he was on the best kind of ride now. "AHH! Fuck!" He belted out suddenly as surges of white began to spout and spray from his cock, Simba's body tightening up on every muscle as Adam gripped his shooting shaft and continued to pump into him.

Getting soaked, Adam grinned in delight at the feeling of Simba's seed all over him, and quickly moved his position. He shifted out and turned Simba over, still shooting and convulsing, Adam re-entered the shepherd in a doggy-style position and immediately plummeted in deep. His arms tightened around the waist and he moaned at the feeling of his ass constricting again and again, it was enough, both dogs were howling now and suddenly Adam let loose deep into Simba's ass. Tightening his arms even further, Adam for a brief moment looked much larger in size than his partner and the two of them climaxed at once. What an impression to make on the neighbors downstairs; both of them thought as they collapsed onto the carpet that already needed to be cleaned.

Breathing hard, Adam sighed and reached his arm around Simba's waist. "Sim?"

"Hmm?" Simba responded, Adam's touch already having a reaction to his sensitive cock, though they'd just gotten through.

"Why don't you ever top?" Adam asked, resting his head on the shepherd's neck. "I know you want to, I know you like it, but you never follow through."

"Trust me, I do want to. But there are reasons; reasons I can't explain why I can't."

There was a knocking at the door that interrupted them, Adam shifted first and looked at it. "Sounds like the movers are here." He said. "I'll let you deal with them, I'm going to go take a quick shower."

"Right."

Adam silently moved off into the other room as Simba grabbed his jeans. "Just a second! Hold your horses!" Pulling his pants on and quickly using his shirt like a towel across the fresh wet on the carpet, he went to the door and opened it to let in a rhino and a bear who were carrying the first of the furniture; a couch in the hall right outside. "Sorry about that, come on in." He said as he stepped aside to let the men work. There was a ding on his phone. "Now what?" He asked himself as he pulled the device out; it was a message from Sam Davis, his new boxing personal trainer:

"Hey Sim. Got some time tonight to do a little training?"

Simba pondered for a moment before replying: "Sure, let me just let Adam know I'm headed out so he can keep an eye on the movers..."

Simba made his way into the bedroom and slipped into the master bath. He pressed his face against the glass to watch the silhouette of the husky move around and bend over as he washed himself. He whistled and Adam shrieked in surprise before slapping the glass. "Oh you ass!" He exclaimed, almost playfully at the dog. "What's up?"

"Hey, remember I said that Sam was going to give me some boxing training right?"

"Yeah?"

"He just sent me a text, he's available for some training so I wanted to see if you could stick around and keep an eye on the movers."

"That's fine." Adam sputtered as he splashed water over his face. "How long you going to be gone?"

"A couple hours I suspect." Simba shrugged. "It's not like I live and breathe it, but it'll help channel my--" He paused. "My discipline."

"Okay no problem, just come back before sunrise alright?" He added with a teasing tone.

Simba chuckled. "I'll try."

The drop into late evening met Simba as he left the apartments with a distinctive cool breeze. He'd put on a jacket and stuck his hands into his pockets as it hit him almost like a tidal wave all of a sudden. He didn't summon a taxi, the gym was only a train ride and few blocks away, as he looked at his watch, Simba realized that it was after their business hours. It made sense; after all, they did want to train in private to keep Simba from exposing his powers.

Cars wooshed by on the street, evening drivers finding their little niche into the small city neighborhood and somehow not making it a traffic jam. That was one of the things he liked about this area of town. Even as he descended the steps into the brightly lit subway, he felt grateful that there wasn't a constant commotion of people rushing from point A to point B. He moved past the turnstyle and just as he made his way toward the platform, he heard someone scream.

"No! No, please! Somebody help!"

It couldn't be; a mugging down here? Simba had been wanting to practice his powers before actually attempting to fight crime, but he wasn't the kind of person to turn a blind eye to anyone... he smirked slightly at the irony to that sentence and ran toward the source of the cries.

The men had ambushed the young lioness as she made her way to her train. Three of them, wearing black ski masks had grabbed her by the arm and threw her hard against the wall. Now one of them was holding her up against the wall while the others were rifling through her small handbag, throwing anything worthless out, but pocketing everything else. Her cell phone, her wallet, even her father's watch that she had just gotten repaired. "Please, please just take what you want. Don't hurt me!"

"Oh I can't promise that, sweetheart." The masked man holding her against the wall said as he lewdly stuck her tongue out at her. "Think you and I could go on a date after this?"

"I'm--I'm married." She responded, turning her head from the man's breath in disgust. It smelled like meat and alcohol; a lot of alcohol.

"Well we can invite him too, right boys? All we need to do is go by your house and pick him up right?" He grinned as he awkwardly stroked the bangs of her hair.

"The only thing you're going to be picking up is a concussion!"

The voice caught the male's attention just an instant before a fist slammed into the side of his head. He spun around and took a moment to try to focus as the stranger then tackled him with his shoulder, knocking him back hard. "ACK!" He cried as he hit the ground. "Get 'im!" He shouted.

Simba had gotten a few boxing tricks already from Sam, enough to learn how to weave out of a punch and block. He punched and amazingly the one he punched at caught his fist and twisted it around. Simba fell to the ground to keep his wrist from being broken by the twist and one of the assailants came down on top of him. Simba grabbed the man's wrist and in turn he kicked him hard. The man shrieked as he flew up and hit the ceiling over his head. As the debris came down, Simba got up and traded blows with the third man, but by this time the first was already on his feet and charging at him with a knife. Simba wheeled around, grabbing the third man and pulling him in front to deflect the blade. The third man shouted out in pain as the knife cut into his arm and Simba kicked him off to the side. The first man landed a punch, nearly knocking Simba to the ground with how strong it felt. It definitely wasn't like the movies, and he was no superman; but he was stronger than a normal shepherd and with ease threw him into the second man from before.

"Go! Run!" Simba shouted at the woman, who quickly gathered what she could and ran screaming down the platforms.

All three men charged Simba at once now Simba threw his head back, he knew he had to be careful as the flames began to billow in his throat. Lurching his neck forward, he opened his mouth and emitted a burst of fire at the three. The first one; the one in the middle raised his arms in a pitying display of self defense, and the wave knocked him back off the platform and onto the subway rails below. Simba growled as he grabbed one of the men with his left hand and the other defiantly grabbed his right arm. "Get the freak! Pin him down!" He shouted, but Simba spun around and tried to pull them off his arms. This led to another rather uncomforting discovery as he jumped and didn't feel himself come back down.

Somehow, he was aloft, his back was in pain like fire had burned holes into his shoulder blades, but there didn't even appear to be anything holding him up. Both men screamed and clutched tighter onto Simba's arms. Simba winced in pain and then came back down hard, using the new positions of the men as he landed to effortlessly slam them together, knocking them out. He gasped as he felt the rush coursing through him, using his abilities; mostly on purpose, really invigorated him. His heart was racing and the assailants were subdued.

The sound of a train though cleared his euphoric mindset as he remembered the third mugger had fallen onto the tracks. Running over he spotted the male lying prone across the tracks, only inches from the electric third rail. He was just coming to, and the horn of the train echoed through the station again, the train was coming. Looking to his right, he saw the headlamps of the vehicle rushing toward them; the robber looking up stopped moving completely, frozen in utter fear. Simba leaped down onto the tracks, grabbed the man around the waist and jumped out of the way just as the train exploded into the open, missing them by mere inches. Simba cried out as he hit the ground and rolled a few times, landing with the other man underneath him.

The three were unconscious, but alive. As Simba stood up, the sound of someone shouting "Hold it right there!" alerted him to the arrival of the authorities, who were still a good distance down the ramp. Thinking quickly, Simba ran; he leaped off the platform and made his way fast into the darkness. They hadn't seen him yet as the police stopped to observe the three men lying for them to capture. The woman standing by them telling them that those three had tried to rob her, but someone saved her life. Simba remained hidden until they turned their backs, and then he escaped quickly down the tunnel until he got to the next station. What an exciting night so far.

It was almost nine by the time Simba made it to the gym; the lights were on inside, but as he approached, a familiar figure had stepped out the front door as if getting things ready to close up. "Hey, Sam." He said as he approached.

"Simba!" He jumped in surprise. "I was thinking you weren't going to come, you haven't answered your texts and it's been like three hours."

"You were texting me?" Simba pulled his phone out, then realized to his disdain that there was a crack across the screen; it had been broken during his fight. "Aw man, I must not have seen them." He said. "I had a run in with some muggers..."

"Muggers? Are you alright? They didn't hurt you did they?"

Simba shook his head. "No, no. They were trying to rob this poor woman on the subway, someone had to help out so I stepped in."

"Dude, you've really got to think before doing things like that." He said. "I mean your intentions are good and all, but if you get exposed..."

"I know. I know." Simba said. "It was more about impulse I guess. But if you're still up for it, I can train with you for an hour or two."

The tiger groaned a bit and then took a glance at his watch. "Alright, maybe an hour. I've got some stuff to deal with tonight plus I've gotta be back here first thing in the morning for a shift. Come on."

"What stuff do you have to deal with?" Simba asked.

"Just living situations. Why don't you go get changed into your gym stuff and we can do a bit of practice. Maybe it'll get your mind off that nasty business tonight."

"Yeah. Sure."

Simba had a fresh outfit in his locker; a pair of blue shorts, a matching pair of converse and a red muscle shirt which clung rather tight to his chest as he put it on. When he had emerged from the locker rooms, Sam was already set up; he had a pair of padded gloves on his hands. As Simba put the boxing gloves on that were left out for him, he approached Sam.

"Alright, we're going to work on your left rights." Sam said as he brought a glove up. "Now just like we've practiced before, glide into your punches, land them and then step back out again."

As instructed, Simba moved in *pap! pap!* he landed two blows with his left hand, then slid back. He moved to the glove on Sam's other hand and again *pap! pap!* punched it with his right hand. "Now two on each." Sam said. Simba moved in *pap! pap!* with his left hand on the glove. *pap! pap!* with his right hand to the opposite glove.

"Now across!" Sam commanded.

*pap! pap! pap! pap!* Simba moved from left to right, using his left hand on Sam's left glove, then his right hand on Sam's right glove.

"Down low!" Simba heard the command and delivered an uppercut to the glove as it moved over Sam's stomach. He did it with the other glove, his other hand. "And up!"

Simba uppercutted the glove as it lifted over Sam's head, but his hand missed and he stumbled. Sam grunted as he caught the big dog and nearly fell backward himself. "Holy shit... what's going on?" He asked. "You're not focusing at all. I could barely feel those other punches you were landing, then you miss that?"

"Sorry man." Simba said. "I guess I'm just not completely in the game tonight."

"Look, if you want these lessons to work, you're going to need to get into the game." Sam scolded. "It's not like this is a cake walk, I mean I've seen you capable of being extremely strong. Now come on!" He put his hands up. "Combo until your arms burn."

Simba stepped up and began to pummel at the pair of gloves, each glove receiving a solid punch for a few moments until he began to do crossover punches. He continued like this for several moments until he felt something hard lumped in the top of the pouch. Immediately Sam shrieked in pain and roared, grabbing his hand. "AHHH! Shitshitshitshit!" He exclaimed profanely. "Ahhh... man!"

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"No, you're fine. I need to start taking my own advice and pay attention, I relaxed my hand for a second and you just cracked every knuckle bone in it." He hissed as he pulled his hand out, each of his fingers were bent into a claw-like shape and the flesh under his fur was getting redder and redder.

Simba gasped in shock. "Oh man! Let me get some ice."

"Yeah, there's some in the office cooler." The tiger growled as he sat down, minding his fingers. "It was my fault, not yours Sim. I've got a lot of crap going on in my head too lately."

Simba opened the cooler door in a rush, nearly ripping the latch off as he did so and he grabbed a handful of ice. Wrapping it into a nearby wash cloth he ran it out to Sam, who laid it silently over his hand. "What's going on with you?"

"Like I said; living situations. I got two roommates who actually decided last weekend they were going to get married in a couple months."

"Well, that's nice!" Simba countered.

"Not really, seeing as they'll be married, they'll be moving some place together meaning I'm going to be out on the street by next month."

Simba cringed inwardly. "Eww, that's nice so nice then."

"No, it's not." He sighed. "I'm sorry if I've been a little edgy, but that's the reason things have been a little off for me." Suddenly, the sounds of something clattering in the back drew their attention, causing both men to turn toward the office. "What was that?"

"That... was my anxiety." Simba admitted. "I might have tweaked the cooler door a little hard when I ran for your ice."

"Oh come on man." Sam groaned. "It took me weeks to get that fridge approved just for the purpose of having ice on hand if someone hurts themselves!"

"Sorry about that."

Sam sighed deep and took a long, hard breath. "Alright, I think that's going to be enough training for the night." He said. "I've got to get back and figure out what to do with my living situation. I've got a month to find a place, how hard could it be in this city?"

"If it weren't like three-hundred thousand dollars, I'd suggest buying Adam's house."

"Really? He's selling it?"

Simba nodded. "Yeah, we've moved to Summer Gardens and have an apartment together now."

"No kidding? Huh... interesting."

Simba shrugged. "Yeah, though it's not without other issues. More related to the bedroom department than anything else."

"Do tell."

Simba shrugged. "Well, it's just... you know this strength I have, but I don't even know this strength I have." He said. "I've been pretty exclusively on the bottom side so I don't drill him into the wall. You know?"

"You're afraid that you're going to hurt him? You're probably the gentlest guy I know."

"Yeah, but what if I lose control? You saw what happened to the cooler, I was just in a rush and didn't think about it."

"That's a cooler." Sam said with a monotonous inflection. "You're probably not going to think about that. But you're thinking way too much with Adam, man." He frowned at Simba's concerned expression. "Look, we've both got an issue that the other can help out with, right?"

Simba's ears perked up. "What do you mean?"

"You're going to need someone to act as a pillow biter for you, like my boxing is helping you control your strength. I can easily do the same thing for you in the bedroom--"

"Uh-uh... no way. Me and Adam are a couple, you're not going to break us up like that..."

"I'm not talking about--" Sam shook his head and sighed. "I mean I could be a live-in fuck bud for you guys. I can bottom for you and I can fill in any of Adam's needs too. Quid pro quo at least until I can get on my feet and find a permanent place to stay. I mean it'll be a good way to keep your powers a secret and you can satisfy Adam more."

"Hrrrm..." Simba thought about it. "Well, I guess we could discuss it with him. I mean, I really don't want to do something like this without his agreeing to it."

The tiger smiled. "Alright man, definitely let me know. If not I've got to keep looking for a place to put down a bit of money I don't have to rent."

"Heh. Alright, man." Simba said. "I'll check with Adam and I'll get back to you on this."

"Just so you know, whether he goes with the idea or not I'll still help train you." Sam said. "No pressure on getting this done, okay?"

Adam was asleep by the time Simba returned home. The shepherd sighed as he undressed and crawled onto the mattress behind him. The pieces of their bed resting near the closet ready to be put together. As he rested his arm over Adam's hip, he felt the husky shift. "Mmph... how was your training?" He asked.

"It was fine, I didn't mean to wake you." Simba said. "Hey, I need to discuss something with you."

"What is it?" Adam asked as he turned over.

"Well, Sam is being sort of evicted by his roommates soon, and he'd asked if he could move in here."

"Mmhmm." The husky's ears were off in separate directions as he responded. "You do realize this is a one-bedroom apartment, right?"

"I realize that and I did tell him that, so he'd come up with the craziest idea that he could--ahem... sub-let our bed."

"What?"

Simba shrugged. "I know, I know. It's a crazy idea, but apparently he is an extremely dedicated bottom; he's offering on behalf of rent that he only wear jockstraps in the house; I know that part probably turns you on, and that he bottoms for both of us."

"And he was the one that suggested that? Because I can't get you to bottom at all!"

"It's... it's more for the idea of practice." Simba said with a blush. "I mean, if you don't want to I completely understand. He just suggested--"

"No, no..." Adam said with a wicked grin. "Come to think of it, actually watching you top for a change might be fun to see." "Really?" Simba asked, his ears perked up. "You think so?"

Adam shrugged. "Sure. I mean, Sam is cute and we could probably both use a little shake-up for our relationship, right?" He smirked.

"You think?"

Adam winked coyly at his boyfriend. "You never know." He said sticking his tongue out.

His tongue was immediately captured by the shepherd's lips and pulled into a soft kiss and embrace. It wasn't much for Sam's sake, but he hoped that somehow this living situation would work out for all of them.

All it took was two days for Sam to finalize his last lease with his former roommates, who seemed almost too glad to have him out of the house. He had a satchel with his electronics and a suitcase loaded down with layers of his clothes that were almost too heavy for him to carry down the stairs to the parking lot of the apartment complex. Summer Gardens was about ten blocks, so it wasn't too far and he figured on such a bright and sunny day, he could make it to his destination in no time; not two blocks had passed before the clouds started to roll in, darkening the streets. Rain began to drizzle shortly after, and then came a torrential downpour that immediately soaked the tiger through his clothes. He took refuge under the overhang of a bus stop as he watched the rain drench the street in rivers, pouring down drains, gurgling along the sidewalks. Flashes of lightning, booms of thunder soon followed as he glanced out of his shelter and could make out the dim outline of the apartments at Summer Gardens.

He hated the water; though most cats hated the water, he had an actual fear of it. He began to shiver as the cold water drizzled down his neck and down his back under his clothes. He knew he had to make a run for it if he had any chance of getting there before pneumonia set in. Sam inhaled sharply, hoisted his suitcase against his shoulder and tightened the grip around his satchel's strap. Thank goodness those were at least mostly waterproof. He took off again, just as a loud crack of thunder exploded in the air over his head. Sam cringed and kept running, his feet hitting the concrete so hard that water splashed up onto his legs and began to pour down into his shoes. His claws were squishing as he ran and he made his way across the street without any cars in sight. He was drenched thoroughly through and through before he finally reached the building that Simba and Adam lived in. As he burst into the downstairs hallway, he gagged and inhaled deeply trying to catch his breath. Talk about getting all your cardio for the week out in one fell swoop.

The pair lived on the first floor, as he looked for the apartment, the tiger subtly avoided the glances and aghast gazes of the resident passerbys he saw making his way down the corridor. When he finally reached the number Simba had given him, it took all his willpower to knock on the door. It was only then he'd noticed that the lights in the hallway were emergency lights, the power must have gone out from the storm. Just as he realized this, Adam opened the door and his mouth dropped open.

"Oh man, Sam! You are drenched."

"Tell me s-something I don't know..." Sam shivered as Adam let him into the apartment. "You guys lose power here?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was a lightning strike." Adam answered. "Must have knocked out the power for half the city there. Here, let's get you undressed."

"Eager pup are we?" The tiger smirked.

Adam glanced with a returning smirk. "Before you catch a chill, or pneumonia or something. What were you doing out in this?"

"Well, the sky was clear when I left home, and then all of a sudden apocalypse."

There was a squeak from behind as someone slipped on the water draining from the tiger. "Oh come on, what the hell? Adam? Do we have a leak too on top of this?" Simba made an appearance now, brandishing a flashlight, he turned the beam on Sam and Adam as the husky helped the tiger out of his shirt. "Sam! You're here."

"Yeah, seems to be the talk of the neighborhood."

"Here, come on Simba. He's soaked to the bone, get him naked and I'll go get some towels to dry him off."

Simba smirked. "You don't have to ask me twice." As Adam disappeared, Simba grabbed the tiger's pants at the waistline and tugged their bodies together.

Sam grunted playfully. "Say, didn't think you'd be doing this ten years ago." He responded.

"I can honestly say I didn't." Simba said with a grin before unfastening the tiger's pants and dragging them down.

As Simba pulled the tiger's pants down, he watched Sam's cock bounce into view. Despite it being cold and wet outside, it seemed his not-so-little mass of flesh still wanted to play. It landed on Simba's shoulder as Sam stepped out of his soaked jeans and underwear. Sam then felt Simba grip the base of his member and wrap his lips around it. "Uhhh... ohhh..." He moaned softly as he felt the dog's long, wet tongue twirl around his shaft like it were a lollipop. He purred and growled as his hands stroked Simba's head.

"You two are playing already? And here I thought Sam would've been too cold for such a warm reception."

Adam met Sam's back wearing nothing but a pair of underwear now as he draped a pair of fluffy large white towels over the cat's back. The bulge in the front of his underwear taunting the tiger's slick, thick ass. "Oohh... this is definitely warming me up." He said. "N-no complaints here..." He panted as Adam leaned in and nibbled on the cat's neck, his hands sliding lower along his torso until he was touching Simba's face. Simba enjoyed the feel of Adam's fingers stroking his cheeks as he continued to deep throat the tiger's flesh. His tongue rolling over Sam's balls as he tasted their fuzziness and he pulled them into his mouth too.

"Why don't we move this into the bedroom?" Adam suggested as he leaned away from the tiger and took him by the paw as the two canines led him into the other room beyond the living room.

In the bedroom, the sound of rain on the windows was comforting; it gave an atmosphere to the otherwise dark apartment. The pair had lit a few candles and they were adorning the dresser giving a subtle lighting to the room. As they stepped inside, Simba began to remove his clothes too as Sam made his way to the bed; already naked he placed the towels onto the spread and laid down on top of it. Looking back at the other two, he stretched, raising his ass a bit to display himself for the pair; if bedroom eyes had a picture to add to the description, that would be it. Adam was the first undressed as the only thing he had to remove were his briefs. He made his way over to the tiger and his fingers wrapped warmly around his shaft, jutting it downward some as his own cock slipped along the flesh, the husky's body pressing against the tiger's taint like he intended on doing things with it. He then leaned down some, his paws moving up over Sam's ass and spreading the cheeks apart, revealing the dark flesh under his tail. Adam pressed his tongue against it, and Sam moaned. His tongue, if possible was even slicker than Simba's. It washed over the crack from taint to rump and each time pressed harder and deeper into the cat's wanting hole. Sam huffed and wriggled his hips some, enjoying the attention as Simba climbed up onto the bed with him. Sam took the hint and raised himself up onto his hands as the shepherd knelt in front of him. He was a lot bigger than Sam had imagined, but immediately he began to engulf the male's cock. Simba huffed and shuddered in pleasure at this. The feel of Sam's rough tongue tingled as it moved along his smooth, dripping shaft and he grasped the tiger by the head before beginning to thrust inward. He felt the tiger's wet fur almost dried off already as his hands began to encounter smoother, softer portions of the male's back. "Mmm... that is hot..." He whispered as Adam lifted his head from the tiger's ass and the pair shared a deep, passionate kiss.

"You sure about this?" Adam teased, his cock riding the tiger's tail like a hot dog. "You ever top before?"

Simba smirked at the teasing. "Why don't you show me?" He asked as he leaned back and extracted a ready bottle of lube from the side table. Sam said nothing, though his slurping slowed to an excited huffing as he felt the cold slick fluid pour over Adam's cock and against his ass. He really was a submissive tiger, after all.

Adam slathered the lube against his shaft before dragging his finger along the edge of the tiger's hole. Pressing his tip against it, he felt Sam wriggle just a little bit more and to oblige his wants, the husky pressed his tip to the mark and thrust forward. "Nnghhhh!" Sam almost gurgled out his moan before slurping the saliva drooling from his own muzzle and against Simba's flesh.

Adam moaned softly and slowly rocked himself out, then back in. Sam felt tight as a drum, every inch he slipped in was a firm push from Adam to get further in. He leaned back again, almost to the point where his tip was about to drop from the gape and then he thrust in even harder. "HHHCKH!" Sam grunted again, almost choking on Simba's length as it was suddenly forced into the back of his throat. Again, Adam pulled himself out, then forced himself back in hard. This time the tiger was ready for the lunge and didn't gag himself. His claws raked through the fur on Simba's thighs, then sought a firm grip on the dog's butt for each following thump. Harder, and deeper. The slaps between flesh and fur were getting louder, even overpowering the sound of the rain pouring against the windows. Flashes of lightning threw their shadows onto the wall in a most erotic display as Adam continued to plunge into Sam's depths and Simba continued to thrust into the tiger's maw.

"G-getting close..." Adam said after a while, his breathing to the point of an extreme panting.

"Me... ahh... too..."

Sam couldn't say anything; his cock had been drooling precum into the towels for the last five minutes non-stop. Not that he had anything to complain about. He felt Adam's fingers tighten against his hips he heard the low growl coming from the canine and then a loud gasp of ecstasy. Immediately, he felt his prostate being inundated by a flood of warmth, it gushed forth for what felt like gallons. Filling him with seed, flooding him as Adam leaned forward and humped into him hard, howling in delight as every drop filled him.

"Mmmmmm very nice." Simba teased as he leaned back, pulling his shaft from Sam's mouth. "I think I've got it now." He said.

Sam nearly fell flat onto his face as Simba moved, and Adam moved into his place. Adam was still half-hard and cum was still dripping from his tip, so the tiger did what he did best and began to lick it clean. Simba though, moved to his back and Sam realized that the coke-bottle cock was readying to plunge into him. His saliva covered the shaft, and he was still pre-lubed from Adam's cum and the lube they'd used, but still, Sam went stiff as a board as he felt the mass of flesh ride along his ass like Adam's had before. Simba was gentle though; suddenly seeming very timid about the amount of strength he was going to use. Sam turned to face him, then winked knowingly and Simba seemed to respond to it with a smile. He had to stand up partly due to his massive height difference from Adam, but his cock still tipped forward and pressed into the tiger's ass. It was gentle at first, the tip and first inch or so sliding in with an eager throb of the muscle. Then the canine got eager and pushed in further. Sam panted and curled his toes at the introduction of someone bigger plunging into his ass. He moaned and cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as his ass was spread and the cock pushed in past his walls.

He breathed hard into Adam's lap and was met with a surprise; Adam was getting hard again watching Simba fuck someone else in front of him. It was a welcome gesture and Sam hoped to overcome the brief pain by wrapping his lips and his tongue around the freshly erecting shaft. Adam moaned and grabbed his head, slowly thrusting in as his cock got hard once again. "Mph... mmmphh..." Sam grunted again and again in time with Simba's beats thrusting him forward. He tasted the salty-bitter flavor of Adam's musk and it made him want more, it made him crave the husky's shooting in his maw. His lips tightened and he began to intently suck and tickle at the husky's aching member now to try and get it to explode.

Adam grabbed Sam's head like Simba had done, his cock wasn't as long or quite as thick, but it produced a *lot* of precum for him. Constantly leaving rivers in the bottom of his mouth, Sam constantly had to swallow to savor every drop. Their bodies sandwiched again and again, Simba and Adam kissing just over their spitroast's head as they reached a constant and rhythmic beat. Sam felt Simba trembling, he was still nervous about hurting him, but to assure him, Sam lifted his legs against Simba's ass and began to thrust him inward again and again, steadily enjoying the swelling cock pushing into him. Simba groaned and grunted with each thrust, now pushing himself confidently balls deep within the tiger while Sam worked on getting everything including Adam's balls into his mouth. He couldn't even hear the rain anymore, only the sound of blood rushing to his head.

"MMMGHHH! NNNNHHHH!" Sam grunted and climaxed first, his cum shooting like a geyser into the towels under him. The tightening of his ass and the tightening of his throat, he wasn't sure which of the two dogs would give first; and then he received his answer, Adam howled and threw his head back, his body still humping into Sam's muzzle as he launched a second; possibly even thicker volley of cum that shot straight down Sam's throat.

At almost the same time, Simba lowered his head and nibbled at Sam's shoulder's before giving a deep growl and huff of hot air. For a second, Sam thought that Simba's second power; to breathe fire was about to get thrown across his back, but instead, a second flood of seed followed. Unable to contain two massive canine loads though, Sam felt his ass expel the cum like a volcano exploding between them. Simba gave a low howling noise as he continued to cum for what felt like several seconds, meanwhile Adam twitched wildly and his cock slipped from Sam's mouth, sending splatters of cum all over his face. Everything culminating in a final; and mighty BOOM of thunder and a flash of lightning.

The morning had come faster than any of them had anticipated; they must have fallen asleep right after their climaxes. Sam woke with Simba's arm under his head and Adam scrunched against his other side, spooning him. As he stretched out, Adam stirred and rumbled, giving the tiger a grope for good measure.

"Morning." Sam said softly. "Sleep well?"

"Mmhmm..." Adam said as he stretched against him. "You?"

"Better than I have in weeks."

"Mmph..." Adam sighed and glanced at the clock. "Shit, I'm late." He said. "I've got to get showered and dressed and be at work in an hour."

"Must you?" Simba asked, not moving from his position with his arm dangling over his eyes.

Adam chuckled and tweaked the dog's nipple. "You two try not to have too much fun while I'm gone."

Adam got up and slipped from the bed. He walked across the room, the sunlight glowing off his white husky ass as he disappeared into the bathroom. Sam sighed and rested his arm over Simba's chest. "I can't thank you guys enough for letting me stay with you for a while."

"So, how'd I do? I was so worried I'd split you in half."

"Well you did." Sam admitted, getting a surprised look from the dog. He smirked. "But it's the good kind of splitting, not the super strong kind. I think you'll be fine."

"You think so?"

Sam nodded. "But I think you'll have to work on controlling your breathing, I almost felt fire on the back of my neck last night.

Simba gasped and put a hand over his mouth. "Oh no. I thought I smelled smoke. Are you okay?"

"Hey Sim?" Adam's voice distracted the dog to the beautiful looking husky standing naked in the doorway with a toothbrush stuck in his mouth. "Does this mean you're going to start switching out with me on occasion too? I get a chance to ride that monster of yours right?" He said pointing his brush at the shepherd's cock.

"Oh." Simba said with a blush. "Well... I think maybe it does." He said with a grin. "Baby steps, right?" He added, winking at the tiger.

THE END