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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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The plan proved slightly more complicated than that.

Only insofar as, everybody needed a bit more time to reset, and by then the sun was starting to set, so the pool side was less appealing.

Instead they gathered in the media room. A plush couch, and a pawful of recliners were generally pointed at a wall screen, with a shelf of old media and games inlaid to one side.

Nobody bothered with clothes.

Blake, telling himself it was not, in fact, to prove that he could heat up leftovers… did. He brought out a tray of pizza slices, chips, dip, and a bowl of sliced veggies he found in the fridge.

Clover joined him in the kitchen to whip up a pitcher of lemonade, and brought it along, balancing a stack of glasses in her other paw.

Snacks and sips obtained, they sprawled around the room, while Blake turned on the huge screen.

“Anybody… want to watch… something?" he shrugged.

There were murmurs of noncommittal “whatever" around while Blake scrolled through options.

“We could… I dunno… Maybe just some music? Whatever?"

“Sure." Rosario shrugged, sitting in one of the easy chairs, legs spread, like a goddess on a throne. Across the room from her, Chance was draped over another chair, both legs over one of the arms, he looked as dramatic as if it were a fainting couch. If it weren't for the distracting mound of his massive balls and white furred sheath, he could have been plucked out of a classic painting.

Clover was leaning over the back of his chair, her ears drooped as they whispered together conspiratorially.

“Mmhmm." The rat agreed, though to what Blake was unsure.

“Put on something with a beat." Clover winked at him.

Blake knew what that meant, and couldn't help but smile.

He pulled up a play-list of her favorite songs to dance to.

Soon the small, dark, room was filled with the throbbing beat of industrial dance music, the shadows shifting as psychedelic visuals took over the wall. Random colors shapes that pulsed and transformed in time with the music.

Clover and Chance hurried out of the room, but weren't gone for more than half the space of a song. Clover dropped a duffle bag, conspicuously, near the door as she came back in, but didn't bother to explain.

Instead she walked directly across the room to where Blake was splayed out on the couch, trying to match Rosarios… Casual presentation.

Likewise, Chance made a bee-line across the room, to straddle the arm of the wolf's chair.

Clover picked up the rhythm of the song, her walk shifting as she approached, slowing, so her stride matched the beat. Her hips swayed, ears fading back, as she closed her eyes.

Blake had seen her dance before, often even, but he loved it every time. The way she seemed to give herself over to the music. The way she seemed to let it pull her along, to lose herself in the sensuality of it all.

She turned, at the last minute, bending over and lifting the fluff of her tail as her legs spread. Bouncing along to the rhythm, she made sure he got a good look at what she was offering, before rising back up.

She lifted one arm, twisting like it was pulling her upwards. Her body seemed to follow, as if lifted on a string, until she paused. The music thumped. She took a step, pivoting around an invisible pole.

Each lift of her knee, extension of her foot, bend of her back or turn of her hip, seemed to lean on or be supported by the imaginary pole. She bent, and twirled, paws tracing her curves, displaying her perky breasts, wide hips, and long ears. She traced another lazy orbit, taking her further around the imaginary pivot, until she was facing him again.

She kicked up one footpaw, setting it on the back of the couch, just over his shoulder.

Playful he leaned over, planting a kiss on the side of her arch.

Normally, back at the club, there was no touching, but here…

She thrust her hips towards him, the arc of the movement seeming to start at the tip of her ears and move down through her, as if she were insubstantial. She was a wave, a piece of the music.

She stepped back, this time her hips leading the turn. She arched her back so far that her ears brushed across his legs. Her breasts lifted, her nipples tantalizing peaks on the curve of her body, for a moment, before her arms followed, closing the circle she traced. She turned, lifted, knelt, and bent before him. Her movements felt supernatural, weightless and fluid, and all through it, a burning, needful, sensuality.

By the time the track finished, she was breathing hard, like she'd already gone a round, and the close space of the room made the scent of her desire impossible to ignore, even if he couldn't see that the fur of her inner thighs was already soaked.

Blake, in turn, had been pawing himself, preparing, so by the time she finished he was at full attention, ready for her.

Chance, too, was fully erected, and with pearls of pre forming and beginning to drip around his thick cockhead. Unlike Blake's rapt forward attention, though, he was leaning back, while Rosario slowly stroked him.

“Take me." The rabbit was almost too quiet to be heard over the pounding music, but Blake was waiting for his cue.

Reaching forward he grabbed her by the thighs and dragged her onto his lap. She made a surprised little squeak, as he lifted her bodily, leaning back and setting her down, already straddling him. Drawing his claws up her back, he felt her shiver with anticipation, before he caught a paw-full of her hair. Yanking her head back hard, she gasped, as he forced her to exposer her throat, arching her back to display her breasts to him.

With his free paw, he positioned himself between her legs. She was wet, already dripping down his shaft.

He growled. “Are you ready?"

Breathlessly, she tried to shake her head. Her ears flicked. “No."

Ignoring the answer, he pulled her down, thrusting into her at the same time. She screamed, as he impaled her with his feline rod. She shook, and her toes curled, her whole body convulsing with the intensity of the sudden intrusion, and the orgasm that followed.

“Fuck!" she gasped, gripping Blake by the mane, in turn, and pulling herself back up, then puling him to her and kissing him hard. Her body seemed to move without her, bucking with the erratic beat of pure instinct. She lost the rhythm of the music, giving into the feral rut of a mating doe. A second orgasm soaked his inner thighs, and dripped down the front of the couch cushion.

Not to be outdone by her show, Blake gripped her under her tail, squeezing her generous behind as he stood up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. With the same flowing flexibility she showed off while dancing, she lifted herself and drove her hips back down, continued to fuck him as he carried her. The position was more awkward, and she pulled further out, but still not all the way. The cool air on the bottom of his shaft, dripping with the evidence of her overlapping climaxes, helped steady him.

Chance leaned over to Rosario, without either of them taking their eyes off the erotic display. “I want you to take me like that."

The wolf smiled, showing fangs, and nodded.

Carrying her across the room, Blake shifted his grip to the small of her back. Taking the hint, she released his neck, holding on to him with just her thighs as he supported her, allowing her to arch her back, until she was looking away from him. Fun with pole dancers. Both arms free she pulled, first Chance, then Rosario, into kisses. Making out with each of them in turn while Blake continued to grind and thrust inside of her.

His muscles straining, Blake hauled her back up into place, and turned to push her against the wall. In the moment of the transition, she unhooked one leg, tossing it over his arm, before he could pin her.

Caught between the lion and the wall she was free to hold on to him more easily, the better for him to draw further, and thrust deeper. Having mostly lost track of their audience, Blake was caught up in the sensation of the rabbit. Her breasts pressed against him, her leg wrapped around him, the hot wet grip of her sex around his. He reveled in her reactions to him, the feeling of her orgasms changing when he shifted the angle of his draw, the way her eyes rolled as she gave himself over to him, and the taste of her breathy kisses stolen between moans.

Meanwhile Rosario had retrieved a strap-on from the bag, and was slathering a paw full of something slick and shiny over it.

Chance alternated between watching the two lovers against the wall, and impatiently, the wolf prepare.

When she was ready, seated back in the easy chair, he practically pounced on her. His muzzle met hers with an amorous kiss as he mounted the slick red rod. She wore a particularly wolfish cock, complete with bulging veins and a fist sized knot. Not to be left out of the fun, the other end of it, hooked through her harness, was a curled knob that ground against her g-spot with every little movement of the toy. Even just the small adjustments, as Chance orienting it to settle onto, was clearly having the desired effect as her eyes began to flutter. She bit her lip and gripped the plush chair, trying to stay as still as she could, until he was ready. By the time he had put his weight onto it she was moaning, and visibly straining not to buck into him.

Carefully he settled down the toy, looking her in the eye as he rode it up and down a few times.

“Ready." He whispered, and almost before he could finish the word, she held his thighs and thrust hard into him, knotting him. His thick shaft bounced between them, pre dripping from the bottoms of her breast as he groaned with pleasure.

The rat, overwhelmed by the decedent excess of it all, allowed her to arrange him. His legs up, feet over her shoulders, she picked him up easily. One paw on the small of his back, the other gripping the thick heft of his tail.

He let out a squeak of surprise, as the knot was driven further into him, then a long, rising moan. The sound of his pleasure was punctuated by each thrust of the wolf as she used him like a living cock sleeve.

“Take-" Clover tried, but was interrupted by her own ecstatic scream.

“Take-" She tried to concentrate. Her ears dipped, swaying drunkenly, as she tried to penetrate the lustful haze. “There." She managed

Blake pulled her off the wall, as Rosario approached, and they pressed their bliss addled passengers back to back.

Holding hands and letting their heads loll back, the rat and rabbit managed to hang cheek by cheek, while the lion and wolf locked eyes over them. Rosario glanced down, and Blake nodded agreement. Together, they knelt, then pulled apart so they could settle their loads onto the floor. Clover and Chance were happily manipulated, waiting until they were in place to turn their heads, and kiss. As the two made out, Blake did his best to take in the scene. The silver furred wolf, heavy tits swinging as she pounded her slim white rat with the canine toy. He in turn, had one hand on his prominent shaft, seeming to steady it more than stroke it, gasped and squeaked between the kisses he lavished on Clover's lips and neck. The rabbit in turn seemed to twist and writhe, kissing him back and moaning in turn as she shuddered through compounding orgasms. Chance had made nearly as much a mess of his belly and Rosario's, as Clover had Blake and herself.

Blake pulled out, with a suddenness that left the rabbit gasping and whining, suddenly deprived of her delight. She started pawing immediately, glaring at him with drunken wrath. Lifting her, and rolling her over, he redeposited her on all fours, she purred with understanding. Dragging her already soaked fingers from her dripping puss, she spread it for him. The sounds she made were far from words, but nonetheless clear. She begged him to take her again.

Plowing into her, he elated in the sensation of her clamping down around him. Dragging his spines against her as he pulled out, then thrusting in again hard enough to force her to brace with both forepaws.

Crawling, she led them over the still panting Chance, who seemed all but unaware of the shift in position, so lost was he in the rutting wolf knotted inside of him. He only noticed her when she started lapping up the precum that was soaking into the fur of his chest, and belly, and just before she took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Pinioned on both sides, lion and rat, she shivered in anticipation.

Blake put his weight into his next thrust, driving her forward. Hilting in her, he felt her insides quiver and grip him, milking him even as a fresh wave of orgasms began to crest. He watched as the long, thick, shaft of the rat disappeared into her muzzle, all the way, until her nose was pressed against his heavy sack, lifted by the harness and the knot locked inside of him.

Clover's eyes rolled back and her arms went out. She seemed to go boneless for a moment, as if she had passed out entirely. Chance began to cum, and cum, and cum. His eyes fluttered close as he gave into it. The rabbit could have been unconscious, save for the hungry gulping around the column of meat driven down her throat, and the gushing orgasmic spray that splashed and puddled lewdly between Blake's knees.

He held her there, until he was sure the rat was finished, and then a moment more, before dragging her back.

The obscene sound of the rat's cock dislodging and extracting from her throat and muzzle was followed by a gurgling cough as the rabbit caught her breath, still trying to make sure she swallowed every precious drop. Only a little bit managed to escape her muzzle, drooling onto the floor where she collapsed. With an equally vulgar sound, somewhere between a pop and a slurp, Rosario pulled out the knot, and then the rest of the canine toy, leaning back as well to catch her breath. Chance didn't move, just panting as he tried to catch his breath, stretched out on his back.

They were a mess, soaked and reeking with the aftermath of their cumulative climaxes. The air was thick with the musk of their exertion and ecstasy. Clover seemed only half conscious, twitching with aftershocks, and mumbling drunken thanks. Blake and Rosario grinned foolishly at each other across their conquests, proud of what they had been able to draw from them.

Chance was the first to recover, sitting up and rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up from a nap. Lifting himself up on unsteady legs, he wobbled over to the tray of snacks and poured a round of lemonades. Handing one to Rosario as he passed her, and another to Blake, he circled back to where he had started, taking a sip of his own before setting the last one down next to Clover. She managed a weak thumbs up in acknowledgement, but seemed largely uninterested.

The rat leaned back against the video wall, still cycling images, though none of them had paid any attention to the music in quite some time. One knee up, he rested an arm on it, his other leg was extended out. His flaccid, but still sizable cock, draped over his thigh, twitched occasionally. “Gods girl… are you ok?" he laughed a little.

Gathering herself some, Clover rolled onto her back, seeming to luxuriate in the mingled mess on her as she ran her paws drunkenly down her body and slurred. “Soooo good."

“See what the real thing can do?" Blake chuckled.

“Mmm…" chance ran a claw up the length of his still wet shaft, to the rim of his sheath, then wrapped his hand around it, and gave it one, luxurious, stroke back down. “Prove it."

“What?" Blake's ears flicked back.

“Fuck me. Everybody else seems so enamored with this thick cock. I need to find out what I'm missing."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Rosario's ears twitch out, as she blushed. On the floor between them Clover snickered.

Blake, emboldened, grinned. “Everybody?" he gave her a pleased smirk.

She winked back, “Oh, Don't get it twisted. It was… surprisingly good but… But it's not like you could handle what he can do…"

“If you two can, I can…"

“Oh honey…" Clover, on her side, managed with some trouble to lift her chin up onto one paw. “ I need to see this."

“Aw." Chance pouted dramatically. “I want a ride first." He grinned.

“Well give me a minute" Blake laughed, taking a long draw of his lemonade.

“Take ten." Chance laughed, waving him off. “I'm going to need to be able to catch my breath too…

Rosario looked on, mostly silent, wiping down her toy with something that smelled sharp, even through the redolent haze of sweat and sex.

By the time Clover had regained herself enough to sit up, Blake was feeling much more himself. As such, he felt the familiar chill of shame as he watched Chance from across the room. In the dark, he imagined, they couldn't see his ears droop, or the flush of embarrassment.

“I want him."

He hadn't been lying, when he told Rosario that, though he'd surprised himself when he said it. He hadn't really been sure until it was spoken out loud. Still, somewhere in the back of his head he could hear his father chewing him out for even contemplating it. “Weak." He always made the word sound like something he spit on the floor. If his father knew about this? Oh, the old cat would break his muzzle again, no question.

Fuck it.

Fuck him.

Like, fuck him, by fucking him.

He chuckled at himself.

Chance's ears perked.

Blake just nodded.

Chance crawled across the floor, to lay between Blake's spread legs. He rested his cheek on the lion's thigh, his nose just a couple inches from the golden fur of his sheath. One slim finger traced the rim of his sheath, the rat's claw teasingly close, but gentle.

“I am curious." He kissed the golden sheath gently. “But… are you sure you want this?"

Blake huffed, ears swiveling a glare at Rosario. “I'm sure she told you."

He closed his eyes, shaking his head gently. The coiffed red of his hair fell over Blake's thigh, looking particularly dramatic. “No. I want to hear it from you." And then, in a voice that was surprisingly small. So quiet that Blake almost lost it in the music. “Please."

Blake set a paw, tenderly, on his cheek. He brushed the red hair back, and continued the motion to cup and pet the short fur of Chance's ear. Then, gently, he lifted his chin. Following, Chance pushed himself up, until they were nose to nose.

There was something… distant… his gaze. Not hungry, but needful in a different way, and… No. It was dark, the colors shifted erratically, but still. Maybe a tear? His eyes glittered.

Blake smiled. “I want you."

Chance inhaled, as if he had been holding his breath.

“I want you."

He smiled, and pressed in, kissing Blake. The rat's tongue was long and slim, and surprisingly dexterous. They explored each other's muzzles for a time, before Chance pushed off again. This time with both hands on Blake's chest, fingers tangling in the fall of his mane. The distant, needful, glimmer in his eyes was gone, replaced by a more present hunger. “Now… Let's see what's got these ladies so worked up."

Somewhere Clover giggled.

Returning to his position between Blake's thighs, he rested his chin on one hand, the other squeezing and hefting the lion's sack. He nosed right up to it, as if inspecting it. For science.

“Mmm…" Blake let him play. As the rat worked him, squeezing and tugging, occasionally licking, he rose steadily. Soon his full lionhood was on display, spines flaring with anticipation.

Chance braced himself on his elbows, feet under the lion's legs, so he could get close enough to approach his target from directly above. He took the rod entirely into his muzzle, sucking and lapping at it for a time, before pulling off slowly. He left a dripping, slobbery, shaft, ready.

Curling a finger, he coaxed Blake out from the couch.

Scooting forward, he lay down, his tail lashing between his legs as he looked up at the half hard shaft, and past it to Chance.

With expert precision, he squatted over Blake, using one paw to steady himself on the lion's chest, while the other directed him up under the base of his thick tail. In a moment, he shivered, feeling just the tip start to press into his ring.

“I want you." Blake purred, watching as the rat slowly settled down onto him.

He wasn't new to anal. Clover and he had played around plenty, and just earlier he had fucked Rosario to howling orgasm… But there was something different. Not just knowing it was a man who was sliding down his shaft, nor the hypnotic bob of his cock, the swing of his sack, he started to bounce. There was something that felt different too. Still, he figured, he knew what he was doing. Once Chance had a steady rhythm, riding his cock from barbed tip to furred sheath, he grabbed the rat's thighs, and pulled him down.

Together, they moaned, as he hilted. Then, with a practiced roll of his hips, he shifted, drawing his spiny head across some of Chance's more sensitive spots.

“Oh, yeeesss." He seemed to melt, his shoulders falling, head rolling back, as he let Blake control the pace. His thick tail wrapped around one of Blake's legs, as if to keep him in place, as he leaned back. Bracing on either side, he lifted some of his weight off, the better for Blake to be able to move him, and move under him.

Blake did his best to plumb the rat's depths, exploring the unfamiliar shape of him with each thrust. He tried to slow his breathing, already starting to feel the throb, as jets of precum grew thicker and thicker, slicking his way. Still, he couldn't take his eyes off the spear of rat meat bobbing in front of his muzzle. It was close enough, he thought, that he could easily lean forward and taste it. He wasn't, he thought, ready for that yet.

Instead he continued to steady Chance with one paw at his back, and wrapped the other around his presented flesh. The feel of it in his hand, hot, and real, and pulsing with its own need, was almost too much. Blake groaned, trying to hold back, as he started to stroke up and down. Each pull brought another squirt of pre, every one thicker and whiter than the last, as Chance too approached his limits.

Pawing him, and fucking him, feeling him clench and shudder around is own excitement, Blake could not restrain his fast approaching orgasm.

He thought, for the space between thrusts, of leaning back, letting the rat paint his face and mane with his hot seed. He thought of opening his muzzle to catch the load. He shivered, biting his lip to keep from finishing… But…

Wrapping his arms around Chance's middle, he lifted him up, just enough to launch himself forward, hooking his legs back until he had the rat up on his lap, kneeling, then gently following him, the two settled onto Chance's back. Their muzzles met, and they kissed, tongues twining as Blake lay him down.

Now, kneeling, he had full control.

He pulled back, and thrust, luxuriating in the squeaks and gasps of pleasure every time his balls bounced against the rat's thick tail. He savored the feeling of Chance's heavy sack bouncing off of him as he drove himself deeper. And soon he was too far gone to hold back.

“I'm-" he bucked “Where-"

“Inside." Chance moaned, “In me."

For the first time, he realized, he could hear Clover and Rosario's rising sounds of pleasure as well. The rabbit was on all fours, with rosario behind her, borrowed cock knotting, and dragging out of her, with each thrust. They were both watching, their own pace matching his.

Blake arched his back, moaning like he might roar, as he came. He felt his own load, hot and thick, as it pulsed into the rat. Chance, in turn, arched his back as he climaxed. His own white seed jetting up his chest, to coat the underside of his muzzle, and past him, to leave a long streak across the already thoroughly messy floor.

Rosario hilted in Clover, shuddering through her own climax, as the rabbit nearly collapsed in a pile of mewling, panting, moans.

She dislodged herself, practically falling back against the wall, still gasping for air.

Blake in turn, pulled himself slowly out, sitting back to watch as the last of his mess dripped down the white fur, to pool, and then run down the pink flesh of Chance's tail.

“Ok." Chance addressed the ceiling. “That was pretty fucking good."

“See." Blake preened, “Nothing like the real thing."

Across the room Clover giggled like a tipsy school girl. “Hooooney lion…" she tried to focus on him, one ear up, the other flopping over.

Blake laughed. “Yeah?"

“You're going to get fucked, like, SO hard."

“Hmm?"

Rosario winked, “Golden rule."