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Farrah nudged the prettyboy with her hip. She was used to being able to hip-check her young admirers with ease. It was only ever something she did playfully, but it was a subtle way to exercise power over them. That maneuver didn't work at all on Leorajh, whose hips and ass were comparable to the black bear's figure. It wasn't that Farrah was slim and flat, quite the opposite, and Leorajh was often mistaken for female. He didn't mind it, in fact inviting the misgendering with his attire, which was a few notches down from full-on office whore.

"He's going to love this," cooed Leorajh as he returned Farrah's nudge. He glanced away from the floor indicator of the elevator to the pretty, smiling bear at his side. "Though if he decides to just fuck one of us, well... I'm so sorry you'll be left out, Mrs. Kushner."

The bear sneered. She turned on Leorajh, walking him back until his shoulders bumped the wall of the elevator. She leaned against the tall feline, nose to nose with his girly face. "Now honey, I've been making boys smile since before you were swimming in your daddy's balls. Let's be honest, here. If anybody's getting screwed tonight, it's me."

"Agree to disagree, Mrs. Kushner," Leorajh said diplomatically, with a massive grin on his face. "And if he fucks neither of us, well then." He smooched her sticky, black lips. "Perhaps I could fuck you."

"We'll see, we'll see," Farrah amicably replied. She pecked his cheek and let him away from the wall.

Kahnso sat Indian-style in the floor, strumming an acoustic guitar. His only musical talents were his wonderful singing voice and the most minor ability on the piano, but he seemed to think his discordant twanging was hot shit, in fact having no idea his girlfriend back home thought often of cutting the strings. He looked up at the door placidly when its lock beeped, then clicked open.

"Oh, god, are you hurting that poor guitar again?" tutted Farrah, stepping inside and sporting a broad smile. She looked so fine in hip-hugging blue jeans and her promotional KOCAINE KAHNSO t-shirt that the singer didn't react much to her remark. He stood up and was just slotting the guitar in its cradle when he realized she wasn't alone. His eyes fixed on Leorajh, the boytoy Chief of Staff at the mayor's office, whose curves he'd partaken of more than a few times when his preferred sexual conquest, the mayor herself, was otherwise disposed.

"Hi, Leorajh," the singer said, before looking at Farrah questioningly.

Leorajh smiled more than usual - which was quite a lot - and sashayed up to Kahnso. Standing on the toes of his heels, he pecked the singer on the cheek and got the same in return. "Hello. Mayor Aura's been speaking quite highly of you, as usual," he coyly said.

A dozen lewd things popped into Kahnso's head. He settled for something benign: "That's nice. She's a good woman."

Farrah closed in on the giant fox from the back. She slipped her paws into the waistband of his sweat pants and tugged them down casually. "So am I," she clucked. "And I have a surpri-i-ise for you."

"We both do," the feline corrected her. His tail flicked. "Though I happen to know you'd rather just fuck me, now wouldn't you?"

The bear huffed and possessively wrapped her arms around Kahnso. "Like hell, he would."

"Ladies, hey," Kahnso said calmly, sliding his warm arms around the prettyboy. "What's your surprise?"

Leorajh licked his fangs and laughed. "We can't just tell you. That's not how surprises work." Peering at Farrah, he tsked. "He's lucky he's so pretty." The bear snickered.

"Fuck you, Leorajh."

"Later, darling. Right now, just li-i-ie back for us..."

The singer played along, and even allowed Leorajh to tie a makeshift blindfold (actually one of the lion's pitch-black stockings) around his head. On his back with fingers interlaced over his stomach, Kahnso looked more like he was waiting for a physical than a double-trouble sexual favor from the two most bottom-heavy people he knew.

"One of you's gonna sit on my face, I just know it," he said blithely, smiling in a way which suggested he didn't mind the idea.

Leorajh climbed onto the bed, his slim and feminine body nude to the very last article. His small penis, out-of-place with his scrotum on an otherwise flat female body, throbbed lewdly. "Hmm, do you think so? Wouldn't it be something if one of us did. We've both got such," he cuddled up to the singer, putting a leg over his groin, "fat, plump, hot asses, Farrah and I. It would be like having your snout between a couple of pillows."

"Mmm, yeah, wouldn't it be?" Farrah added, smiling ear to ear at the cat's improv. She joined him on Kahnso's opposite side, dressed in only her maroon bra. After pressing her sticky lips into Kahnso's neck, Farrah growled. She vibrated him with such force that Leorajh felt it too, and she clutched his swelling red rocket in a greedy paw. Precum drizzled down its shaft. Above Kahnso's shuddering, nearly overwhelmed moan, she crooned, "Bet you'd cream yourself if we took turns riding your face for a lil' while, wouldn't you? Especially if we'd both been exercising. Mama knows what you'd do for a thick, sweaty ass in your face. S'why you always jump on Veronica as soon as she gets out of the gym."

Their eyes locked over Kahnso's dividing body. Farrah's gaze was smug, the tone of the expression saying now top that, little man. Leorajh had stared down the unruly in business and pleasure, and it hadn't been far into high school that he'd learned how to turn jeers about his physique into double-edged blades against his enemies. He had only sharpened that wit at university, and there it had led to a surprising number of good lays.

Leorajh's game face consisted of a pleasant, not-quite-toothy smile, but utterly savage eyes. Farrah had seen it before and saw it now a moment before he said, "A fine woman at home, a fine woman as a travel companion, and he has our lovely Mayor Aura on the side, yet our handsome singer friend always seems to end up back with humble, sweet Leorajh. Coincidence? Hardly. So sorry, Mrs. Kushner, but it's quite obvious who the first choice is to keep faces warm around here."

Farrah sat up and touched Kahnso's chest. She traced the lines of his pecs, but it was an absent gesture like picking at scratches on a weathered dinner table. "Y'know, Leorajh," she began, her smile tranquil, "you're a lot quieter when my butthole is in your mouth."

"It's not just him," Kahnso chimed in. "So who's gonna sit on me? C'mon, I got a boner, let's get this moving."

"Suppose we'll agree to disagree on who the better bottom is," said Leorajh politely. He glanced at Kahnso and sneered. "Let's give him his surprise before he has a tantrum."

Kahnso's easy smile vanished. He huffed, making his nostrils flare so wide that Leorajh half-expected flame to shoot from them as if they were the twin barrels of a muscle car's exhaust. "I don't throw tantrums."

Moving smoothly, Farrah climbed over the singer's legs. She nudged them apart with his paws as she maneuvered, and when they were wide enough, she knelt between them and bumped her bottom back into his waiting prick. A soft, but pleasant coo escaped his lips. Farrah asked in the flat, disbelieving voice of a mother, "You don't, huh?"

Seamlessly, Leorajh cut himself into the exchange. He was climbing over Kahnso as well, but straddling the singer's abdomen. The coin purse of his scrotum rested warmly on Kahnso's navel. "I remember hearing about a five-star hotel room in Marseille which suffered catastrophic vandalism," now he bumped his wide bottom against Kahnso's penis, succinctly sandwiching it when his cheeks met Farrah's, "after a singer, inebriated on a lunch and dinner of cognac, became irate about the lack of, quote, decent Philly-goddamn-cheesesteak."

Kahnso chewed his lower jowl, leaving ruts in it. Like when the perfect lyric popped into his head during a jam session, he had a complete mental picture of what the lion and the mama bear were up to as soon as Leorajh touched down. He wrung his palms over his chest, contemplating fondling the lion, but feeling as though to touch him as he did something so creative was a kind of sacrilege - that it might sap the magic from the first double-hotdogging in his entire life.

"Well," he muttered tightly, putting on the stupid veneer everybody in his life expected, "it's not my fault nobody there could cook American food worth a damn."

With a little giggle hitching in her throat, Farrah reached back and touched Leorajh's flanks, giving them a gentle pulse of a squeeze. "Someone's cranky. Sounds like we gotta put him down for a nap after this, huh Leo?"

"Sounds like i-i-it," sing-songed the big cat, laying his paws over Farrah's momentarily. Ignoring a rather colorful insult from Kahnso, Leorajh started the bounce, moving slowly at first so Farrah could keep pace. Mashed together so the cheeks slightly pancaked each other, they gradually reached the point of moving as one body, and encouraging them was Kahnso whom uttered low moans and warm, lurid grumbles.

Precum drizzled from Kahnso's cocktip, which emerged - but only just - from the very tops of their deep ass cracks as they settled down into his lap. Its warm drool slowly soaked into the plush fur of the lion and bear, though Farrah's was much coarser and dense and thus much slower to slick down.

"Fu-u-uck me," Kahnso sighed. "You two are just..." He let the words trail off, but the tone of his voice was pleasant, automatically completing the sentiment for him.

Leorajh watched Kahnso's mighty, chiseled breast rise and fall at a lax pace. He coiled his tail around Farrah's body and its tip teased her chin. Her soft bite did not startle him. "Perfect in every way? That's what I'd go with, personally."

"Well, I know that I'm perfect," Farrah said, teasing the cat both with her voice and by shoving against him with her plump ass. Kahnso's cock, caught in the middle of their antics, throbbed especially hard and the singer himself shuddered. "You, you're a nine, I'd say. Still pretty fuckable..."

It hadn't occurred to Leorajh consciously, but he saw Farrah as being like a sister with whom he had to compete. The age difference meant nothing, not when her body was as fine as his and her attitude on sex progressive to say the least. Grinning wide, teeth gleaming, tongue curling briefly around a saber fang, Leorajh shoved back with his own fat ass. Kahnso's penis was tweaked in their cheeks a second time and it spat a thick wad of precum which drooled into the lion's fur. "I do believe you've got it backwards there, Mrs. Kushner... maybe twenty years ago you could match somebody like me, but now, no, not at all." Farrah scoffed and Leorajh said sweetly, "Oh, but Mrs. Kushner! Second place to me is still head and shoulders above the flat-bottomed masses, wouldn't you agree?"

"I sure would," Kahnso said dreamily. "God."

Farrah allowed herself a laugh. "Ooh boy, sweetie, have you got a lot to learn about being a good woman. I bet you can't even boil water, let alone feed your man."

Leorajh traced Kahnso's flanks and rested his paws on the singer's chest. His claws were in, and that was good for Kahnso, because Leorajh kept them very sharp and functional just in case he needed them. "You don't care if I can cook for you, do you, Kahnso?" he asked softly, dipping low and planting a smooch on the fox's lips. Their saber teeth clicked together. "Nuh-uh, you could care less about being fed. My ass is all you want to eat, isn't it?"

Farrah huffed, but said with some playfulness, "That's cheating, I wouldn't be kissing him if I had your spot." She looked along his legs thoughtfully, however, and smiled. It was a tight fit, but she slipped her paw underneath her damp loins. She held his balls softly, giving them only the most reverent fondles. When Kahnso's leg shifted and his toes curled, she felt a bit of pride.

"Isn't it?" Leorajh firmly implored, his grin enormous. He nipped at Kahnso's huffing nostrils, making the singer flinch. "Ooh, you're all quiet now. You're going to cum, is that it? So soon? You can tell me... I know how much you love my ass. Mayor Aura tells me everything you say about it."

If she did, you really would be sitting on my face right now, Kahnso thought. He kept quiet, kept huffing and softly squirming for the pair. The attitude was by far his favorite thing about the big cat, his very fat ass besides, and he felt speaking and admitting just how close he was would soften the lion's demeanor. He hastily smooched back where he guessed Leorajh was, chasing the warmth of his breath. He got the lion more or less on the pad of the nose.

"I can feel that knot," Farrah crooned. "Bet you wanna bury that sucker right in my muff, don't you? Watch it pop in and just dump your nuts in mama, that's all you want, isn't it, baby?"

Leorajh snickered. He straightened and, with his paws still on Kahnso, shoved back with his ass again. He did nothing to hinder the formidable bear, only coaxing her to return the favor in spades. Her colossal black ass nearly unseated him, at the very least scooting him forward and nearly out of the action. His tiny cock left a snail's trail of precum on the singer's belly as he scooted back and mashed his cheeks into Farrah's firmly, but not confrontationally as before.

"Oh, fuck, fu-u-uck," Kahnso whined, grimacing and pawing at Leorajh's thighs. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum. This is the best."

The lion, tail swishing, bounced in perfect synchronicity with Farrah, and with great speed. He said encouragingly, "Cum for us, handsome. This is a-a-all about you. Just cum for us."

"Mmhmm. Shoot for us, baby," Farrah cooed, leaning forward and working hard with her legs. She had given up on fondling Kahnso's balls. All that remained of the effort was some sweat in her palm. "Blow your load and we'll put on a lil' show for you..."

That wasn't part of the the script, but Leorajh with his aching little hard-on didn't say a peep, merely grinning at the prospect. He whispered to Kahnso, knowing full well Farrah could hear him, "Come on, Kahnso, cum for me. Pretend that big, nasty knot is buried inside of me. Just pretend you're filling me up."

It was only good timing on Leorajh's part, but Kahnso couldn't handle anymore then. Writhing under their warm bodies, gnashing his teeth at open air, Kahnso erupted into their cozy ass cracks. They were at the apex of a bounce, and so Kahnso's dense cream wasn't lost but rather injected just where they wanted it to be. It soaked their fur, making even dry fur outside their hot crevasses sticky and messy. As it oozed across their quivering, winking anuses, Kahnso's slop brought the bear and lion pleasure which went well past mere satisfaction. Similarly, as it neared the slit of Farrah's cunt and drooled across those warm lips, the mother bear groaned only as a slut would and settled down against the singer's lap. Leorajh got much less mileage out of the stickiness on the back of his balls.

Kahnso's cock was still pulsing and dribbling when the sabertooth lion pulled away, sliding up Kahnso's body. His small prick hung above the middle of Kahnso's chest and was the first thing Kahnso saw when the cat pulled off the stocking. Kahnso blinked at it, then up at Leorajh himself with a grin both weary and coy.

"That was really something else," the singer said. "The fighting and bitching, was that part of the show or what?"

Farrah eased off of Kahnso's spent cock too, which in addition to still standing perfectly upright was utterly caked in its own product. Wheeling around, Farrah wrapped her arms around Leorajh and rested her chin on his shoulder. "True thespians never divulge the secrets of their craft," said the bear cryptically. "Now... about that show we're putting on."

Kahnso pulled over another pillow and stuffed it under his neck and head. On top of that, his interlaced fingers. "You two gonna make out? 'Cause that's pretty hot. You got that big tongue, Farrah."

"Oh, we're gonna make out," Farrah growled, sharply dragging Leorajh off of the fox as though she'd regressed to a savage, starving beat and he was mere prey. She pinned him to the bed, her knees digging into his shoulders, her bush bumping his nostrils. "After I get licked clean, from my bush to the base of my tail," she indulgently said, not needing to see Leorajh's face to know he was both scowling and blushing.

Kahnso ended up loving the show almost as much as the sex.