TTYS -- Race to the Goal
#6 of Tailored to Your Satisfaction
A collaboration between myself and Rahir (also on FurAffinity), I provided a sliver of text, which he then illustrated, featuring his own favorite couple of Joe Wolf and Jack Fox and his favorite "borrowed" couple, Simba and Kovu of TLK fame. Art (c) Rahir; Simba and Kovu are borrowed from Disney; citras, as a species, were created by Adam Wan; the story's mine.
"Oh gods," Joe moaned out, "I'm gonna lose my load if this keeps up."
Simba was glad that he didn't have to make the declaration first, because Kovo's attentions were rapidly building up to what would end up being a huge climax. Instead, the chocolate-maned lion pulled up suddenly from his husband's cock, gasping loudly as if he were cumming himself. The citra underneath the dark-furred lion's skirt had moved back and away, smiling as if waiting for further instructions. Only a moment later, Jack likewise pulled off of his husband's cock, as the citra behind him also stood up.
"I'd swear he had half his muzzle in me," the fox declared, gazing wide eyed at his husband.
"Time for another fitting, I think?" The panther smiled at his clients. "Perhaps I would suggest that you both be seated for this one..."
Jack wasted no time at all. He winked at Kovu, and both of them stood, whirled about and, lifting up their skirts almost in unison, they backed up toward their husbands. Joe had clearly done this before, but Simba was almost as quick off the mark, his hard, saliva-slickened cock in paw, carefully helping Kovu to aim properly. The citra had done quite a fine job in lubricating and opening up the "cheerleader" for the "quarterback." With Simba to help him, Kovu sat down upon his husband's pre-cum dripping cock and took almost the full length on the first try.
Next to them, Jack and Joe were similarly occupied; the fox yipped sharply as he took his husband's length almost to the slowly swelling knot. Yet again, the citras moved quickly to take up their new positions, diving under the cheerleaders' skirts and using their muzzles to their best ability. Simba was focused primarily on the magnificent tightness of his beloved lion, his strong forepaws on Kovu's hips to help hold and support him as he began to ride his husband's cock in exactly the way both of them liked best.
It was clear to Simba, by the way that Kovu's tailhole was flexing so rhythmically, that the young citra on the other side was at least as good at cocksucking as he was at rimming. Kovu and Jack both moaned, yipped, whimpered, exclaimed, riding and being sucked quite proficiently. The great lion felt himself rapidly approaching his climax even as Kovu shouted out how close he was. Jack, too, was declaring himself almost ready to burst.
"Hold on, love," Joe managed, panting heavily. "Make them cum first!"
"No, you first!" Simba grinned, breathing just as quickly.
It was a competition now -- who could hold on the longest. Jack and Kovu were getting serviced from both sides, and their incredible excitement only made their husbands that much more aroused. The competition was fast, furious, and getting only more powerful. The question was... who would win?
_ TO BE CONTINUED... _