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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 looked around the mess they had made.

Clover was still half out of her head, pawing at herself as she squirmed in the sticky, slick pool of their shared juices.

She held one big footpaw up to Chance, dripping with their combined slurry. He gave it an obedient lick, as she shivered through another orgasm. Not so intense as the ones from a few minutes before, but nonetheless adding to the puddle beneath her.

“Well fuck…" Rosario laughed, lifting a paw to watch some of the mess drip from her fingers. “This is going to take the rest of the night just to clean up."

“We'll leave a note… House-cleaning will… You know… clean." Blake shrugged.

“That's nasty." The wolf wrinkled her muzzle at the thought of making somebody else wade through their mess.

“I mean, they've got the hardware. Carpet cleaner all that."

She thought about it for a moment.

Chance shrugged. “I mean… That would make it all a lot easier."

“Like I said… We'll leave a note… Let them know it's haz-mat, right?"

“Is that something you just have… like… regularly?" It was the rat's turn to wrinkle his nose.

“Not… like this? But…" He rubbed his muzzle absently. “Wouldn't be the first time they had to clean up some blood."

There was a deeply uncomfortable silence while they all watched him, trying to decide how horrified they should be.

Except Clover, who was still mostly unaware of their conversation.

Blake, realizing what they might be thinking, shook his head. “Not like…" he mimed taking a bite out of something. “I mean, I've heard stories, but no. Dad and I… We've had a couple… you know… Tempers up. Claws out… I mean, it's been years since he… “ He shook his head “Never Bethany, at least. He wouldn't."

Rosario looked unconvinced, but Chance nodded, and started to pick Clover up. “Ok, let's… get out of here. Clean ourselves up first."

“Right." Rosario stood, and picked the rabbit up easily, leaving Chance empty handed. “Back to the pool showers, I guess."

Blake stood and, in the hallway, took the lead.

“This way. We'll use mine."

Chance and Rosario looked at each other, and Clover gave a wobbly thumbs up.

“Sure."

The lion led them a few doors down the hallway, to his own room. Trying not to drip too much, the little procession walked around his bed to the door on the far side, and into his bathroom.

By the time they were looking around the cool stone and tile room, Clover had recovered enough to walk on her own. She didn't hesitate, and simply opened the door to the shower, and waved a paw over the controls, summoning a warm rain that fell the entire length of the shower.

Even as the clear wall started to steam up, she waved for the others to follow.

There was, of course, plenty of room for all four of them to fit comfortably, but they found themselves pressing against, or leaning on, each other nonetheless.

Clover giggled while Blake made a show of soaping up Rosario's breasts, squeezing them playfully. “Gotta get you clean." He purred.

She held her arms up to give him better access, tail flicking. “I think you missed a spot." She grinned.

Chance was working some suds into Clover's back, being sure to get her tail fluff thoroughly washed before it could soak up too much of the mess they had made of her.

Soon they were all laughing, and rubbing, groping, and soaping, one another.

Blake luxuriated while Chance worked suds through his mane. Clover pulled the shower head off the wall and sprayed Rosario in the face.

The wolf tried to grab it from her, and as they wrestled over control of it, somehow managed to spray Blake and Chase in the face instead.

Once they had all rinsed themselves thoroughly, Blake summoned the hot blast of air from the dryers. It took significantly longer than usual, with four people in there all at once, but eventually they were all draped around his room. Naked and freshly fluffed, they continued to joke and laugh together.

Blake watched them, and for a moment, wondered if he had ever laughed this much in his bedroom. He couldn't remember when it had felt this full, warm, and inviting.

Eventually they settled into a comfortable hush, watching as the golden light of evening faded into cooler night.

Suddenly, as if struck by a moment of inspiration, but with a sly smirk that suggested she had been contemplating it for some time, Rosario broke the silence.

“I know."

“Hmm?" Clover looked up at her. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of Chance, who was brushing her hair, and the fur of her ears.

The wolf was looking at Blake.

“Know what?" He had flopped onto his belly, head at the foot of his bed to be closer to the rest of them. He lifted himself up onto his elbows.

“I know what I'm going to get for kicking your ass earlier."

He stuck his tongue out at her, but couldn't help but laugh a little. “Oh?"

“Mmhm. “

“Well." Chance gently lobbed the brush he had been using at her. “Don't keep us in suspense."

“A freebie."

They waited for her to clarify.

Standing, she stalked over to the foot of the bed. Paws on the wooden frame, she leaned in to kiss Blake on the cheek. “You've been such a good boy." She growled, almost nuzzling him. “Such a lovely host… Let us play with your toys…" Clover made a soft little sound of pleasure as Chance shifted from petting her ears, to briefly tugging on them. “And I think it's time for you to relax."

Blake couldn't quite guess what she was getting at. “Oh?"

She stood again, looming over him. “Oh yes. You should kick back. Relax… Let somebody else be in control."

“Oooh." Clover's eyes flashed, fiery red, in the last of the evening light.

“Streetlights." Chance whispered a reminder.

Blake hesitated.

Trust?

He had given over to them… more than he ever would have expected, though not more than he may have imagined.

Clover looked excited. Rosario, hungry. Chance, concerned.

Blake felt that little chill of hesitation crawling up his spine. His sinuous tail was still.

Trust.

He took a deep breath, then looked up at the wolf, all muscles and potential. Hard, and soft, in all the most intriguing places…

He could almost hear Clover, “So… Just for tonight… 'No" means…"

He smiled, showing sharp fangs. “No."

She shuddered, fur standing up on her shoulders visibly, as she flexed, claws threatening to grab and to hold… “Mmm… I was really hoping you would say that."

With shocking speed she was on the bed, then on top of him, pulling his arms around behind his back.

He struggled, but not too hard, noting that she straddled him just over the base of his tail, and he could feel the heat of her. She looked to Clover and Chance for help, even as she ground against this tail base.

Clover bounced up, and across to a cabinet where she had a couple changes of clothes, just in case. She tossed an old t-shirt to Chance, who nipped at one corner, starting a hole.

With a quick yank, he ripped off a strip of cloth, carrying it over to the incapacitated lion.

Clover met him there, kneeling at the edge of the bed so she could cup Blake's chin, lifting his muzzle to hers. “Just relax… and have fun." She kissed him. Before she could pull away, Chance looped the cloth over Blake's eyes, tying a surprisingly effective blindfold.

There was some quick murmuring, that Blake couldn't make out, and then the sound of his door opening.

For a disorienting moment, he thought he might be falling, before he realized that Rosario had lifted him bodily form the bed, and set him on his feet. Another sound of tearing cloth, and something was looped around his wrists, keeping his paws behind his back.

No words, just a wolf paw on his shoulder, and the slightest prick of her claws as she led him. He walked into the darkness.

As they entered the hallway, he heard footsteps retreating. From the scent, and the strong paw still gripping his shoulder, only Rosario remained.

Letting her lead him, they wound their way through the halls. He smelled the kitchen. He felt the carpet give way to hard floors of the living room. He could smell the rubber and metal of the gym, shot through with the wolf's sweat and sex. That summoned a twitch and swelling from his sheath.

They circled again, as he tried to keep track of where she led him, and more importantly, where they were going.

Finally the chemical smell of the pool, and the cool breeze, told him they were outside.

It was just after dark, he thought, and the hot day still lingered in the air, but with the blindfold it could have been midnight. The lights should have turned on automatically. Still he couldn't help but wonder if they were all cloaked in twilight, or if he was exposed under those spotlights…

He caught a whiff of chance, rich and earthy, and the bright florals of clover. They were nearby.

He was surprised when the smooth cement gave way to something soft. Not the tended grass, but a blanket or pad or something, that had been laid down.

The pressure on his shoulder changed, and at first he was unsure how to follow.

She squeezed again, pressing down, and he caught on.

He knelt.

And then she was gone.

He was alone, in darkness.

He took a steadying breath, aware of the way his skin seemed to tingle where she had last touched him. Aware of the breeze over him, and how cool it felt on the tip of his excitement, just beginning to show.

He became aware of the sounds around him. Of soft paws, and the click of claws, and of their breathing.

The sound of metal on metal, light but somehow muted. He heard rustling, and the hiss of one thing drawn along another.

And all the while, he was an island in the darkness. He looked around, though it didn't do much good, other than help him get a better idea of where his friends were around him. He still couldn't tell what they were doing.

Something warm and smooth bumped his muzzle. He had to bite back a hungry mew, as he inhaled the scent of Chance's rathood, laced with the now familiar scent of Rosario's excitement mingled with Clover's.

The blindfold was lifted, as Chance stepped aside, dragging his half flaccid rod off the lion's muzzle. Blake gulped as he felt the weight of the overly generous package, blinking in the sudden light.

Security lighting cast harsh shadows, giving the flat concrete an unworldly air. Before his eyes could adjust, it looked like they were suspended in darkness. Like there was nothing beyond the edge of the light.

It took him a moment to even focus further out, to see Clover, dressed in a mini skirt and crop top, and Rosario standing beside her, wearing nothing but a smile and the knotted strap-on she had used earlier. Above them, stars began to shine.

The wolf had a paw on the back of Clover's neck, and as she approached, she gave the impression of steering the rabbit. She waited, while Chance strutted over to her, giving his hips an extra bit of swish so his thick tail, and hanging sack could swing dramatically.

He set a hand on Clover's shoulder, as if accepting her, as the wolf released her.

Rosario didn't have as much sashay to her walk, but she made sure to show off the dog-cock that bounced in front of her. Leaning forward, the better for her heavy breasts to swing too, she ran her fingers through Blake's mane, petting him, before caressing his cheek, and lifting his muzzle. She smiled down at him, then pulling him towards her, set the tip of the strap-on against his lips.

“Lick."

The command sent a thrill up his spine. A flare of defiance, that made him tug at the binding around his wrist, before he could remind himself that he had all but asked for this.

Obediently he opened wide, his broad, strong tongue on display. Licking from the knot, up to the tip, he did as he was told.

He could taste the faint chemical flavor of the toy itself, and something sweet. He suddenly remembered that he had just seen it pounding Clover, and before that, buried up under Chance's tail. He wondered if it was the lube, or if he would taste the same sweetness were he to rim the rat…

Angling the tip of her borrowed cock down, she squeezed the sides of Blake's muzzle, forcing him to keep his jaws spread open, while she thrust into his maw. Releasing him, she continued to pump her hips, moaning softly.

He was reminded that the other end of the toy was curled around to hook into her pussy. Leaning into the toy, he did his best to take every inch, until his tongue was curling around the knot that she lodged between his lips like a ball gag. He felt the tip of the shaft pressing into his throat and had to take careful breaths through his nose to keep from gagging. Still, every little moment he made seemed to be amplified by the toy. Mimicking Clover, he bobbed his head, turning and bouncing the part inside of her, until she was panting, tongue lolling. She whimpered and moaned, playing with her own breasts as she fucked his muzzle.

A little sound, somewhere between clearing his throat, and a laugh, from Chance reminded her that they were in the middle of a process.

With some reluctance, she pulled free of the lion muzzle, caressing his cheek like she might a favorite pet, as he coughed and caught his breath.

“Mmm." She gathered herself, then stepping around behind him, unbound one wrist. “Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Pulling his arms in front of him, then up, she retied them. “Down." She commanded again, and he lay on his back. She looped the other end of his bindings around the foot of a deck chair. Hardly difficult to escape, but he took the meaning, keeping his arms up over his head as he lay on his back. Knees up, his tail lashed excitedly. Not only was he fully erect, but he was dripping a steady stream of pre onto his belly.

Chance walked Clover over, to stand beside him. From his low perspective he could see that she had no panties on under the skirt, and no bra under the shirt. She did her best to look demure, uncertain even, though the illusion of reluctance was spoiled somewhat, but the dripping excitement that soaked her thighs under the skirt.

The wolf stood behind her, lifting her skirt, she thrust the knotted shaft between her legs. Looking up, he could see the shiver of thrill, as Clover briefly squeezed the veiny toy between her thighs. She had to stand as tall as she could, on tip-toes, but still couldn't help but grind along its length. Rosario didn't enter her, just teased it against her, before pulling back, leaving Clover to gasp and whimper at its sudden absence.

The wolf whispered something in the rabbit's ear, that elicited another shudder and thick drops of excitement that splashed on the ground next to Blake. He was bound, unable to participate, only watch, as Chance un-snapped the top of her skirt. He looked ready to let it drop. Rosario seemed to grope her roughly, claws starting to dig in. She gripped the front of Clover's shirt in both paws, even as the rat readied her skirt… And then, in tandem, they both pulled hard. The skirt ripped, falling away in a pleated tangle. The shirt strained, stretched, then gave way as well, with a hiss of tearing cloth. The sudden violence of it caught Blake off guard, and seemed to surprise Clover too, who let out a bit of a scream before she could bite it off. He knew her well enough, however, to recognize the delight and excitement tin that sound, as she was suddenly exposed.

Grabbing Clover by the ears, she forced her down, kneeling next to her lion, as she was made to lick and then suck the wolf's knotted phallus, just as he had a moment before. She moaned, and gasped, and made a show of drooling on it, before being pulled away. Still leading her by the ears, she dragged the rabbit around. Forcing her to crawl, she ended up with her muzzle down between Blake's lifted knees. Looking down past his bobbing excitement, he could see her eyes rolling back in orgasmic bliss as she was forcibly controlled.

“Prepare him."

Her head forced down further, Clover nuzzled up under his sack, until his churning balls rested on her muzzle, and started to lick.

He moaned as her little tongue started to work his tight hole. Like the toy a moment before she seemed to be extra wet, drooling as she readied him.

“Don't forget me." Chance grinned, stepping over Blake's head. Looking up at the huge hanging sack, plum sized testicles dangling, and the quickly stiffening rod of rat meat, he gulped. Chance lifted his thick tail, making sure that his own, recently used, hole was also prominently displayed.

Kneeling down, he let his sack settle into the lion's waiting maw.

Obedient, he sucked on the rat's orbs, as he started to masturbate.

Unable to see, he was only warned that Clover was done by the pained moan, as she was dragged away.

He didn't have any time to wonder what would happen next, as she was quickly replaced by the kneeling wolf. He could feel her claws as she caressed and spread his thighs, lifted his sack, pawing him briefly, before setting the tip of her own cock at his thoroughly wetted tail hole.

Chance stood, now fully erected, a pearl bead of pre starting to slide down his length, as if to make sure Blake could watch.

His breath caught, as he felt the tip of the toy start to spread him further. He moaned as Rosario leaned into it. He could feel her weight pressing the shaft into him, and mewed as he was stretched around her. He could feel her claws, where she gripped his legs, and he groaned as he felt the knot press against him.

“Ready?" she growled, though it didn't feel much like a question.

“No." He shook his head, though he wasn't sure in what way he meant that either.

She drew back, and he had just a moment to appreciate the sudden feeling of emptiness, before she lunged. Merciless, she drove the toy into him, knot and all.

He yowled as the white hot wave of pain quickly crested into shuddering pleasure that threatened to send him over the edge right there. He struggled to catch his breath, and instinctually, tried to pull away. Chance put a foot on the chair, keeping him from pulling free, and the knot locked him into place, keeping him trapped.

Rosario growled, and rolled her hips. The knot seemed to act like a fulcrum, the toy pivoting, driven hard into places he never knew he had. She used it to explore him, even as it bound them together. She, in turn, moaned and shivered, the other end of the toy did its work of pleasuring her as well.

Satisfied that Blake wasn't going to pull free, Chance reached for Clover, who remained sitting, waiting obediently, to one side. He dragged her up, and steered her over, until she too was standing over Blake, as if she was being forced to watch her lion be used.

“Down." The rat echoed Rosario's command, and Clover knelt, knees on either side of Blakes chest. Her lips spread as she leaned forward, displaying her dripping pleasure as it soaked his chin. He could feel the heat of her need as fell to all fours.

Reflexively he tried to thrust up to meet her muzzle, though the knot kept him from moving far. She in turn started to lick the precum from the spines of his cocked, before she was stopped by a sudden, loud smack.

Chance drew his hand back, ready to spank her again, as he reprimanded her. “Not until I say."

She whimpered, but nodded.

“We thought you should get a closer look…" The wolf growled between moans.

Indeed, he couldn't have been any closer. He almost couldn't focus, as he watched. Chance knelt over his head, and aiming that thick column of his down, he just barely managed to fit the head into Clover's heat. Too close to look away, he watched as she seemed to open up to accommodate him. Her clit throbbed, lips parting to welcome him in. Then, slowly, so Blake could see every throbbing inch, he drove himself deeper.

Clover gasped, and moaned, and strained not to give into orgasm. She whimpered, as her body betrayed her, and milked the intruder greedily. She came, spraying Blake's muzzle and face, as the rat came close to filling her completely.

Blake's breaths came in staccato gasps, each one cut off by the rhythm of Rosario bucking into him. Each thrust lifted his hips enough that he could feel the rabbit's breath against his shaft, tantalizingly close, though never reaching the warmth of her muzzle.

All this he could feel, but all he could smell was the intensity of Clover's arousal, the sweet salt of her orgasm, along with the musky savory undertones of Chance's cock. He watched as he fucked her, pushing deep enough to wet the fur of his sheath, then pulling back as his length dripped onto the lion's face. And again… and again.

“Clean him off." The wolf suggested, after a particularly intense thrust.

Blake had a moment to gather himself, catch his breath as he tried to keep his own orgasm restrained, to wonder what she meant. Then he watched hungrily, as Chance pulled free. He only had a second to appreciate the way Clover gaped in his absence, before Chance reached down to hook a finger into Blake's muzzle, pulling his head back and his maw wide. Settling his still dripping cockhead against his tongue, he plunged into the lion's throat.

Blake had nearly gagged on the knotted dildo, and thought his muzzle stuffed, but he was not prepared for the rat. His shaft was as thick as the knot, and nearly twice as long as the whole toy.

Pinned to the ground, tied by his tail hole, he couldn't move, couldn't struggle, and simply had to do his best to take a deep breath as he was penetrated again. His eyes rolled back, as his throat was forced to spread around the rat. His entire world collapsed. The pleasure/pain of the knot gently thrusting in one end, the nearness of the rabbit just over him, and the rat who consumed all else. His scent, the flavor of him, even slicked by clover, was overwhelming. He imagined his own throat bulging to make way, as he was used, until the heavy sack bounced against his nose… and then he pulled out.

Air rushed back, and the world sprang back into color and sound and shapes as he gasped, only to watch chance drive hard into Clover's still twitching pussy.

And then out.

Hungry, Blake opened wide, and was rewarded with another thrust, filling him, using him.

And her, and him, and her, and him.

He was no longer concentrating on his breathing, on trying not to cum, on anything. He couldn't concentrate. He could hardly think.

His fingers were numb, his toes curled as he flexed. He couldn't tell if his claws were out or sheathed, as he shuddered and gasped for air.

He couldn't feel anything.

He could feel everything.

He was lost in a storm of bliss, a white noise of overlapping sensations that felt so good it hurt, or hurt so bad it overwhelmed him with pleasure.

He was lost in the fog, unsure if he even still had a body.

He was hyper aware of the bodies around him. He could feel the knot locked under his tail twitching, and knew that it was his busty wolf lover's orgasm, though how many she had had he lost count.

His eyes rolled, and he couldn't tell if the lights had gone out, or if they were still under a spotlight, but either way, he felt exposed to the world.

He couldn't touch her, but he could feel Clover over him, from the hot gasping breath on him, to the keening screams of her orgasms that threatened to drown him, or to wash him away.

And Chance. He knew every inch of the rat. Every pulsing vein, every delicious curve and ridge. His bound paws grabbed the rat's thrashing tail, and he clung to it like an anchor. He was afraid he would be washed away by it all, and desperate to be.

Then the rhythm changed, the pulsing need in his gullet growing faster, he feared he would be washed away by the excess of Chance's orgasm. Indeed the fist gush of seed painted his throat, and then his muzzle, and he would have whimpered for more, mewed like a milk hungry kitten, if he'd had the breath for it.

Instead he watched as Chance, still twitching, spraying cum, slammed into the needy slit above him.

With a shaky, drunken gurgle of a scream, Clover collapsed, completely overwhelmed. The shaking, twitching, dance of her nether lips screamed need as she milked every drop she could from the rat. He remained, filling her, overflowing from her, and let the crashing waves of her orgasms crest around his own.

And then they were gone.

Rosario pulled out.

Chance helped clover fall safely to one side where she could recover.

And Blake was left horribly empty, gasping, spinning.

At some point he had slipped his bonds, and was clawed into the pad beneath him, as if he might float free, falling up.

“Now." He felt hot breath on his shaft, and his world roiled, turning on a pivot of ecstasy almost too much to endure. “Cum for me." And then the wolf's muzzle around his cock. Her tongue was a serpent that coiled and thrashed. He thrust into the back of her throat and spent himself. He couldn't stay for sure if he made a nose. He could have gasped silently, or screamed, roared, or howled, for all he knew.

It took some time for him to come back to himself. His whole body tingled, and he pawed at the ground, still feeling too light, too empty, in danger of floating away.

He felt clover press against his side, though he wasn't sure she was any more cogent then he was.

And then Rosario.

The wolf on his other side, pulled clover close, and then an arm from behind her draped over them both.

Chance on one side, and Rosario on the other, they cuddled around the pair, kissing and caressing.

They were warm, and close, and safe.

It took a while. How long, Blake could not say, before he was steady enough to speak.

Clover was stirring as well, as he murmured “I-" But Rosario put a finger to his lips and shook her head.

Instead he leaned in towards her, and she accepted, kissing him back.

Lingering, he could taste the sweet, sour, echo of his own orgasm still on her lips. He kissed her, hands tracing the muscles of her arm, down her side, holding her hips.

Neither broke the kiss. Instead they just let it fade.

He turned over, and kissed Clover in turn. Still half drunk, she made happy sounds, somewhere between a sigh and a giggle as they caught their breath.

And then Chance, leaning over her, took his turn.

Blake reached around his neck, as if worried he would pull away, and purred into a long and passionate kiss.

“Such a good boy." Rosario murmured, stroking the fur of Blake's chest.

“Mmm…" he agreed, sitting up on his elbows, having to pause as his head spun. He felt like he'd had an evening's worth of cocktails.

“You really wanted him to finish in you, huh?"

Her question surprised him, as much because it felt like she'd read his mind in the moment, as with the way his own body reacted. Flaccid and spent his spins perked, ready to rally.

“I… you know." He tried to shrug, but couldn't.

“Liar." She laughed.

Chance reached over the luxuriating rabbit between them, turning Blake to make eye contact. “Really?" He smiled.

Rosario pressed against him. He could feel her breasts on his back, and her fangs on his neck as she nipped and kissed. Her breath was warm as she whispered. “Say it."

“I did."

“What?" Chance pressed.

Clover managed to get a paw up, and was actively squeezing his sheath, encoring his tractor of an erection.

“I wanted it. Want it.. You."

He paused to moan softly, as Rosario licked his neck, and Clover pawed at him.

“You. I want you. And I want you to cum in me. Please."

“She said…" Clover slurred, squeezing him. “Said if you were good. You get the real thing."

He felt his fur stand up on end, and the static, falling, flying feeling made him feel half drunk again.

“How do you want me?" He rolled over onto all fours, tail lifting high.

“Hmm." Chance seemed to mull it over. “No… Come here." He pried himself away from the lust drunk rabbit, to sit on the deck chair. Patting the space next to him, he summoned Blake over.

Blake stood up, though Clover pawed at him playfully to stay, and followed.

“First things first." He knelt down in front of the rat, taking his still dripping phallus into both paws and lifting it to his lips. Slowly, languidly, enjoying every lick, he cleaned his friend from sack to tip. By the time he was done, another drop of pre was starting to form at the tip. He finished by lapping it up with a grin.

Huffing happily, Chance pulled him onto the seat, and into another lingering kiss.

Gently, between kisses, he slid off the chair, pulling Blake along with him, until they were kneeling , facing each other. Letting him go, Blake returned to all fours, tail swishing up to display his eagerness.

Chance in turn, accepting a paw-full of lube from Rosario, slicked his shaft, making sure to thoroughly wet the tip, already swollen with excitement. He pressed against the lion's well used ring, but nonetheless met with significant resistance.

“Relax." Clover whispered, petting his cheek.

“I thought you said you could take anything I could?" Rosario chuckled.

Black flipped her off, but did his best to take a deep breath, and relax.

With an audible pop, Chance entered him.

“Fuck!" He groaned, clawing at the ground. “Fuck you're huge."

It was Chance's turn to chuckle. “Ready?"

Blake just nodded, “More.. Please… I want all of you…"

The rat obliged.

The tingling spread, from the blinding ring of pain and pleasure under his tail, to the growing awareness of the cock plunging into him. He felt impossibly full, stretched around his lover, and yet, more and more and more. His eyes welled with tears, not pain, nor pleasure, but simply the intensity of it all. It was like a tide, a river, and once again he felt like he might be swept away.

He may have been saying it out loud, trying to explain it, or he might have simply been gasping for breath and moaning for more.

It didn't matter.

He was impossibly full. He touched his belly, as if he might be able to grip the length through his own fur. He gasped as Chance pulled away, and moaned happily as he returned. He did his best to match the rat's rhythm, but mostly just gave himself over to it all.

“Come with me." Chance was in his ear.

Desperate to follow, but unsure how, he just nodded.

And then Chance's hands on his shoulders pulled him back, and up and over, and suddenly he was sitting in Chance's lap, squatting as Chance lay back, and then he let himself settle and…

When he caught up with himself again he was moaning, and he felt a bit of drool dripping down his chin. He could feel the rat's balls, churning and twitching, as his own sack fell heavily on them.

He braced, getting his knees under him, and did his best to mimic the motions he had watched Clover and Rosario making. He lifted himself up, and then let his weight drag him back down, all the while pinioned in place.

Clover and Rosario were off to one side watching, eagerly fingering one another, as they enjoyed the show.

“Do you mind?" Rosario flicked an ear towards the pair.

“I am so exhausted." She laughed. “Enjoy."

The wolf approached, this time with none of the swagger or threat form before.

Instead she sat in front of them, and ran a paw pad up Blake's dripping lion hood. “May I?" she asked.

“Please." He gasped.

Leaning him back, just a bit, she straddled her two men, and positioned herself over the presented lion. Then, settling down, she accepted him into her.

Blake gave up.

Sandwiched between the two, he couldn't move any more than he could think. He could barely breathe as he fought to keep himself from falling back onto the rat beneath him. He felt like he might be supported entirely by the improbable shaft, but the wolf was not gentle as she took him. Her breasts bounced, and he managed to lick a nipple occasionally as they approached, but that was about all he could contribute. Instead he was hers to use, to ride, and his to use, to fill.

The darkness returned as his world contracted around him, to an impossibly bright, impossibly dense, point of impossibly intense pleasure. He was a neutron star, and only the vague thought of trying not to cum right away, right now, kept him from detonating, or falling in on himself.

Chance moaned, his claws digging into Blake's back as he approached his own orgasm, and Blake could feel as the first thick ropes of pre pumped into him. He could feel the rat's every throbbing, pulsing, heartbeat as he got closer.

Rosario howled, her whole body shaking as she clamped down on him. He could feel her gripping him, the entire length of him as her body tensed, almost painfully tight as she approached a final climax, waves of orgasm redoubling upon themselves, cresting and laying until she could hardly stand it.

So he was surprised, shocked even, out of his condensed perception, when it was Clover who finished first.

One paw gripping a breast hard enough that her claws dug furloughs through her fur, the other between her legs with two fingers blurring as she pumped herself, she screamed and sprayed her own bliss across the floor to soak one of Rosario's footpads.

Whether it was her exclamation, or the moment of pause that interrupted their rhythms, Clover broke the damn of their restraint.

Like watersheds during a storm, they flowed into one another, crashing and then cumulating.

Blake couldn't tell who came first. He didn't know if it was the blazing hot explosion in his belly, as he was suddenly and dramatically filled with rat seed, so much so that it squirted out to soak the base of his tail and his thighs, not to mention the rat beneath him. It could have been the howling, shaking torrent of Rosario's orgasm, that echoed off the hills with an ear-splitting announcement of her pleasure. Perhaps it was his own, the feeling of his swelling, crescendo of sensation. The flare of his spines within her, that felt so good, so much, that he could hardly distinguish it from pain, and then the long cold exhale after a too long held breath. The body shaking orgasm that swept through him, and threatened to wash him away entirely.

They collapsed together, slowly disentangling and separating. All the while kissing, caressing, holding and just touching one another.

A shaky, unsteady, giggly, shower later, they all climbed onto his bed. It was big, but four were still a close fit. Fortunately they were happily entangled.

Cuddling in with the others, still bleary and tingling, Blake pulled a cover over them all.

There was a moment of quiet, in the warm, close, darkness where it was impossible to tell where one of them ended and the next began.

And suddenly Blake laughed.

“What?"

“So…" he chuckled. “What do you want to do tomorrow?"