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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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After lunch, and some milling about, they landed by the pool.

Rosario had laid out a big beach towel and could have been asleep already, by the look of things. Lying on her belly, she was just soaking up the early afternoon sun, with her eyes closed. Only the happy swish of her tail, and the flick of her ears following the conversation, suggested she was still aware of the rest of them.

Chance, on the other hand, had mumbled something about the heat as soon as they were outside, and walked straight to the pool, pausing only to toss in an inflated inner tube. Slipping into the cool water with an easy dive he popped up inside of it. Draped over the brightly colored ring, he could have been asleep as well.

After summoning some music from the hidden speakers, Blake sat on one of the deck chairs, splaying his robe out regally. He closed his eyes, ready to bask in the hot sun shining on the cream gold fur of his front. Clover, in turn, let her robe fall away as before stepping over the lunging chair in front of him. He sat up, making room as she mad to sit down, though she bent over first, to make sure he had a good look, the fluff of her bunny tail nearly brushing his muzzle as she did.

“I'm a little stiff…" she shrugged, rolling her neck as she settled. “Would you mind?"

Obliging, he started kneading her neck and back, while she made encouraging little sounds of pleasure and relief.

For a time, he did his best to massage her back, if inexpertly. The music thumped along, the only other sound beyond the wind and the distant birds, were Chance's occasional splashes.

“Mmm… Thank you." Clover sighed, stretching with renewed vigor, before laying back against her lovers chest.

Blake smiled as her weight settled on him, glancing over at the napping wolf, and the distant rat. Nobody was paying them too much mind. So he let his paws continue to roam. First rubbing her arms, then her shoulders, from the front this time. Lying back against him, she kept making those cute little noises of encouragement. “Mmm" or “ngh" or the occasional “aaah."

“We can order in some dinner later." He mused, eyes half closed as his tail, through the gap in the back of the chair, flicked mischievously. “Maybe throw a movie on in the theater room?"

“Mmmhmm…" Clover sighed happily, though he couldn't tell if it was at the prospect of a movie later, or the way he was “massaging" her breasts, squeezing and caressing them through her bikini top, lifting just enough to briefly expose her nipples before moving down to her belly, her thighs. She scooted back, pressing close against him as his paws worked their way down her body, the better for him to reach.

“Maybe a drink or two…" he continued, carefully tugging aside the rabbit's bikini bottom, exposing the manicured blue puff of pubic hair, and giving him easy access to her already dripping wet pussy.

“Don't have to go out…" he wasn't paying any more attention to what he was saying than it seemed anybody else was. Instead he was concentrating on the way her claws dug into his thigh as he dragged a paw pad over her heat.

He hardly even heard Rosario murmur “Sounds good…."

He was too distracted by the way Clover's breath caught, as she bit off a moan. Too intent on the feeling of her trying to squirm to obviously, laying on top of him. He slowly, very slowly, pressed one finger into her. Parting her lips, she let out a long, slow exhale. She looked up at him, naked lust in her eyes, as her ears draped around her. She was quivering with the effort to remain silent. Ever so slowly, carefully, pulling back out of her. He had to bite off his own moan as he felt her shudder, as he felt the telltale splash, hot and wet, of her orgasm.

She shook her head lightly with the effort of keeping silent. He could feel her whole body trembling and taught, as she surpassed her own reaction to the fading orgasm. Her tail fluff, pressed between them, brushed a growing excitement in his shorts. She started to take a breath, coming down, having kept silent… but couldn't help but push a bit further. Driving his finger up to the knuckle, curling to drag across her g-spot. A second, much stronger orgasm, caught her by surprise. She arched her back, letting out a loud moan of ecstasy, as she soaked the woven cloth of the deck chair between their legs. For just a moment Blake thought to himself, that it was a good thing it's waterproof.

Before realizing that there were other eyes on them.

Rosario was half turned, leaning on one arm, looking up at them with a knowing grin. Chance was floating with his arms crossed, upon the edge of the pool, the tube discarded behind him, and Blake had no idea how long he might have been watching.

Suddenly self-conscious he started to pull her bikini back into place, but her paw on his stopped him. Her eyes were closed, so he couldn't be sure if she was totally aware of their audience, but a little shake of her head as she pulled him back into place, suggested that, at the very least, she didn't care.

More vigorously now, pulling her with each thrust of his finger, alternately dragging across her most sensitive spots inside, and flicking, rubbing and teasing her most sensitive bits outside, he elicited a symphony of moans and squeaks and sighs of pleasure. Claws out, he caught the string between her breasts, and with a quick flick, snapped it, letting the bikini fall aside.

She made a surprised sound, as her breasts bounced free, but another vigorous thrust into her replaced any protest with another low moaning orgasm.

He relented, only stroking her gently, still playing with her exposed nipples, as he let her catch her breath.

“Showoff." Rosario growled appreciatively.

Blake was flush, his sheath pressed against Clover's tail, his erection caught in his shorts, but his whole body felt aflame. The flush of adrenaline made him feel light headed.

Clover was either about to open her eyes, be mortified, and furious at him…

Or things were about to get… very fun… He knew that she had a bit of an exhibitionist steak, but…

He hooked her foot-paws with his own, pulling her legs just a bit wider, as he used two fingers to spread her still quivering pussy, showing off the dripping aftermath of her most recent orgasm. “Want a taste?"

Clover opened her eyes, looking up at him with an expression that he couldn't read. Not angry… Worried? Excited? Frightened?

“Is this ok?" he whispered.

There was a pause.

Much too long…

And then a tiny nod.

Rosario was already standing, striding around confidently, to kneel, and… she didn't crawl… she stalked up the foot of the deck chair, muzzle low like she was following a scent on a hunt. For a half a heartbeat, Blake thought she might start lapping up the juices already wetting the chair. The wolf didn't hesitate. Didn't wait for permission. She just opened her maw wide, displaying a frightening array of teeth and a surprisingly long tongue. Leaning in as if she might consume the bunny whole, she started her own vigorous work.

Already primed, Clover's next orgasm was practically instantaneous. She arched her back, lifting herself completely off the chair, her shoulders pressing almost painfully into Blakes chest, as her claws dug into where she was holding on to his legs. She screamed, and shook, and forced herself to settle back down as she continued to writhe on top of him. He'd rarely seen her cum that hard outside of some of their more vigorous, marathon sessions. Whether she'd be angry at him later or not, she was clearly enjoying herself now.

Playing with her breasts, he squeezed and hefted them, or plucked at her nipples playfully. Each touch adding another shiver or moan to her ecstatic demonstration. Looking down past her to the blissful concentration on the wolfs face, muzzle buried between his rabbit lover's legs, he couldn't say he wasn't also enjoying himself almost as much. Glancing up, he noted, for some reason, that Chance's cutoffs were still dry, cast off near the edge of the pool. A second of thought, pried away from the spectacle taking place on his lap, caught the rat swimming to the ladder, followed by the realization that he must have been skinny dipping this whole time.

Rosario relented, to let Clover catch her breath, while she in turn, gulped down the profuse evidence of her pleasure. Clover's squirting climaxes had soaked the fur of her muzzle, and was running down between her breasts. She pulled off her swimsuit top, with no sense of show, but rather a utilitarian casting aside of something superfluous. She did, however, make sure that she was looking Blake in the eye as she slowly licked her chips.

“You ok?" He couldn't tell if she was asking him, or Clover.

Clover nodded.

He nodded. “Yeah."

Clover struggled to roll over, pressing her breasts against the warm fur of the lion's chest. “Hon…" she struggled, still having trouble catching her breath. She tried to lift herself up, but her arms were, still shaking, too weak.

“You know…" Rosario squatted down beside them, casually fingering herself as she leaned in too… Not so much whisper, as growl in Blakes ear. “You're not the only guy she's fucking…"

There's the look of anger he had feared earlier.

“The fuck?" she tried to glare at Rosario.

Blake looked down at her, and she looked up at him, eyes wide, waiting for his response.

He actually paused to give it some thought. He had met her in the champagne room of the club she danced at. He was under no illusion that he wasn't the first guy she “broke the rules" for there. Honestly, he was sure he wasn't the last either. But he was the one that she spent her weekends with. He was the one that she spent time just reading, or driving along the coast with. So fuck it. Sure.

He turned to the wolf, so close that their muzzles nearly touched…

And smiled.

He didn't address his answer to Rosario, or even to Clover. Instead he looked past her at Chance, who was standing just a few paces away. “Are you suggesting," Reaching down he half lifted Clover, his paws pulling at her butt cheeks to spread her wide. “that she might have had some rat dick up in here before?" She whimpered a little, tail flicking up reflexively, giving Chance a clear and unobstructed view. “Or that she might want to?"

Chance opened his muzzle, stunned.

Clover remained frozen.

Rosario's ears cranked over towards the rat. She looked off balance.

Blake grinned. Fuck the rat was big. Like, half hard, just hanging out of his sheath he was already the size of Blake, and his balls were… just a little bigger? Maybe? Still, the rat was a head shorter, and weighed like half as much, as he was, dripping wet. Still… Blake had decided that he knew what he was doing. “Go ahead."

Clover was almost shaking. “What are you doing?" she whispered.

“Nobody can make her cum like I do." He growled. “But that doesn't mean you shouldn't try."

Clover's eyes were wide… and he might have thought he had gone too far, overstepped but… he could feel the steady drip of her need soaking through his shorts. “Are you sure?" she locked eyes with him.

Surprisingly… he was. Watching Chance openly stroke himself, he nodded. “Go ahead."

Chance got on his knees behind Clover, the chair creaking with the weight of three of them, but holding. He leaned forward, his cock bouncing between her legs, her need already dripping onto him. He set his muzzle under her ear, though he was looking up at Blake. “Do you want this?"

They were close enough to kiss, Blake was staring into his eyes, the same clear blue of the sky overhead. He nodded.

Between them, Clover moaned. “Please. Yes. Fuck me."

Chance straightened up, and carefully positioned himself, ready to enter her needy sex. Clover reached up, grabbing Blake by the back of his mane and dragging him down into a passionate kiss.

Through half closed eyes, the lion watched as his friend thrust forward.

Clover broke the kiss with a gasping moan, but kept her muzzle pressed against his.

Now on her knees, she was able to more actively participate, her hips rolling and bucking in rhythm to the rat's. Alternately kissing her lion, and screaming into the fur of his neck as she climaxed again and again and again.

Blake, for his part, held her close, reveling in each shaking, screaming, orgasm, as if it was his doing alone. He even reached between them, to rub her clit, surprised at how hot the rat's shaft was, and smooth, rubbing against his paw. The feeling of his heavy balls bouncing against him…

Rosario had sat back on her towel, her legs spread, fingering herself. Her whole body was on lewd display, heavy tits and big dark nipples, the ripple and flex of muscles under silver fur. She put on as much of a show as she could, while she watched. “I don't know, kitten." She grinned, “She does love to be just stuffed full, and not many can manage that like Chance here."

Two fingers buried in her, working vigorously, she moaned. “Fuck girl. How many times was that?"

Clover shook her head, as if to answer that she'd lost count, but couldn't manage any words. Instead, she pulled Blakes shorts down, nearly ripping them, to expose his precum slicked shaft. Grabbing on, she didn't so much as start to stroke him as she seemed to anchor herself. Holding on like she might float away with each, progressively more intense, orgasm.

Finally catching her breath a bit, between bouts, she turned to glare at the wolf. “Bitch." rabbit's aren't very good at snarling, still she got close. “Don't just watch-" She was cut off by a scream that seemed to catch in her throat, her eyes rolling back. Whispering, still shaking, she managed to gasp, “Get over here."

Rosario hesitated, then with a shrug, stood up. After a moment of inspecting the trio, she straddled Blake's upturned muzzle, her tail resting on his head, so that Clover could just barely reach her un-manicured mound. Leaning forward she shared a kiss with Chance, as the rabbit started lapping at her clit. She, apparently, did not actually expect Blake to join in. As he hungrily started curling his tongue into her slit. Alternating between kissing Clover, and dragging his tongue over the wolf's labia, he moaned. She half howled, knees almost failing, when her own sudden orgasm bloomed from their shared ministrations. Leaning back, he opted for a different vector of attack. Leaving her still throbbing pussy to his rabbit, he took advantage of her forward lean and lifted tail to run his rough tongue over her tailhole. The first brush with her ring elicited yet another full body reaction, and a murmured “Oh fucking… you didn't… You wouldn't-" Vigorously rimming her, his strong tongue occasionally dipping into her now wet tail hole, Blake purred.

Chance's pace slowed, as he found himself supporting Rosario. He continued to thrust, while holding her up, as she joined Clover in a series of toe curling orgasms.

She didn't last as long. Half stumbling, half falling away to land on her towel, still pawing at herself as she languished in afterglow.

Chance shuddered, and Blake felt him throb against his paw. With a squeaking grunt, the rat started to pull out.

“Don't you fucking dare." He growled, and Chance froze.

“Ff…" Rosario tensed, toes curling as she started to cum again.

Looking up at the rat, he grinned. He'd never really thought about it before, but if he was going to take it this far, then he wasn't going to pull up short. Don't fuck her and pull out, finish the job. “Cum." It was a command. “In her. Now."

Obediently, drove himself to the hilt in the barely cogent rabbit, and groaned as he let loose.

Clover was beyond words, beyond screams, simply made a whimpering, feral sound of pleasure. Her body twitched, limp with exhaustion, where she hung suspended between the two men.

By the time Chance pulled out, Clover had collapsed completely, and was curled against Blake on one side, one leg up across his belly, a hot, wet, and slightly sticky, pool forming between her thigh and his.

Without hesitation, Chance took Blake's shaft in both paws and slid down onto his belly, the better to wrap his muzzle around the feline erection.

Clover's ears swirled drunkenly, as she looked around dizzily. Finally focusing on the rat, muzzle bobbing on the lion's shaft. She smiled.

Blake tried not to buck into the other man's throat, but couldn't hold back his own orgasm for long. Without warning he moaned, his pleasure erupting in Chance's maw.

Chance swallowed, and swallowed again, gulping as a bit of mixed cum and drool dripped down his chin.

Pulling away, brushed away the last drops with the back of his hand, laughing a little.

“Fuck that was hot." Blake panted.

“Told you so." Clover slurred at Chance, then curled a finger at him, summoning him over. The rat knelt beside them and she twisted to press her lips against his. Kissing him deeply, sharing in the lion's bounty.

“Fuck." Blake laughed. “THAT's hot."

“Tasty too." Chance grinned. “Rich boys eat right, huh?"

Blake blinked.

“What?"

“Honestly…" Blake laughed. “I never thought about how it tastes."

“Now that's a lie." Rosario chuckled.

“Here." Clover rolled back to him, looking, for al the world, like they had seen the time drinking not fucking. With the careful precision of an inebriate, she cupped this cheek, and pulled him into a kiss.

He couldn't help but look up at Chance as she moaned into the sloppy kiss. He accepted her offer, savoring her familiar flavor, and picking out the tangy, slightly salty, taste of his third hand orgasm. He couldn't help but wonder what it would taste like directly from his muzzle…

Breaking the kiss, they both flopped back.

“Ok… yeah…." He shrugged, trying to cast that last thought away. “Not that I've got anything to compare it to, but…. Ok."

“Well now he needs to compare." Rosario's growl was low, not threatening, but hungry nonetheless.

Blake looked down at the rat's still swinging shaft, dripping with the combined slurry of his and the rabbit's orgasms. “I don't-"

“Ok." She seemed to take the offhand suggestion as a command. Clover stood up, unsteadily, falling into Chance's arms with a giggle. Was she drunk? Then with a staggering step and a kick that threatened to overturn her again, she took Rosario's place, straddling the top of the char and Blakes head.

He had a moment to realize what she was doing, before she pressed her nether-lips against his and clenched. His felt his eyes roll back, and he was glad that he had just finished because he could already feel a surge of unfamiliar arousal that threatened to bring him right back up to full attention. He licked, and again, and then with a moan, rewarded him with an orgasm that, though a pale shadow of what she'd just been through, still threatened to topple her. Instead she braced on the chair over Blakes head, and managed to squeeze out a muzzle full of rat cum, along with her own.

Blake lapped it up greedily. More bitter than his own, but maybe just because it was more concentrated. More salty, with a metallic tang, and something… musky. Something that was simply very much of Chance, though in the faintly unpleasant, yet appealing way reminiscent of a whiff of his sweaty fur after working out.

Clover giggled again, and started to fall back. Blake was in no position to catch her, but Chance stepped in. Reaching around her shoulders, he helped her stabilize, then walked her over to the next char, and let her settle in. She draped like a courtesan, soaking up the sun.

Rosario grinned. Chance looked over at Blake, his ears perked curiously.

Blake shrugged. “Not bad."

The rat let out a sudden laugh, the sound of nervous tension releasing. “Well, maybe you can have another taste later." He winked.

Blake felt his eyes go wide, suddenly feeling that same self-conscious energy, but this time without the floaty euphoria.

“Well shit."

They all snapped around towards Clover, who seemed to be quickly recovering, and was holding herself up (only a little shaky) on one arm, looking down at herself, then back to them.

“I hate to say it, but… I think we're going to need another shower."

Blake laughed, flopping back. “Yeah… Yeah, I think we are."

Blake did his best to take deep breaths, centering, catching up with himself, before standing up on… still slightly shaky legs. “Shower." He nodded, waving as he made his way to one of the pool house shower rooms.

Inside, the sound of the music, still paying outside, was muted. The shower was much more simple than the one in his own bathroom, mostly just for rinsing off after time in the pool, but that didn't matter much. He waved a paw over the controls and summed a stream of warm water. The hiss of the hot water wrapped around him, cocooned him, in a moment of privacy.

Mostly he just needed the space apart. His heart was still pounding like he'd run a marathon, and the last… what… had that all just been half an hour? If that? Fuck. It was all just a mess in his head. Swirling images of Clover, shaking with orgasm, of the feeling of her pressed against him as she was fucked by somebody else. The heat of Chance's cock against his paw, and the lingering flavor of his cum. The heady scent of Rosario straddling his muzzle, and the satisfaction of feeling her succumb and climax for him.

Before he realized what he was doing he had his own shaft, rock hard already, in paw as he thought of it all.

“Already?"

Blake jumped. He hadn't heard the door open, not to mention, Rosario entering and approaching.

“Clover wasn't kidding. You really do just perk right back up, don't you?" she took another step forward, joining him in the showers spray, starting to work it through her own fur.

“What the fuck was that?" he spat, gesturing broadly back towards the pool. “And what are you doing in here?"

“That was…" she shrugged, “Actually a lot more fun than I would have expected." She stepped closer, pushing him back against the wall of the shower. “And, if I'm not completely lost here…" she curled her fingers around his still bobbing erection, stroking from the base of his sheath up to his tip, tugging at his spines, then pushing back down. He expected her paw pads to be rougher, but she had a practiced touch that sent shivers up his spine. His tail flicked as he looked up at her, trying his best not to look down at her… surprisingly large and now surprisingly close, breasts. “Look. We've never seen eye to eye."

He snapped his gaze back up to hers, though she was leaning forward slightly, so she could keep pawing him off. It meant that her muzzle was nearly pressed to his. Trying to maintain the sense of irritation at her barging in, and ignore the desire to thrust into her paw, he found himself also doing his best not to lean in and kiss her. What the fuck? What the actual-

“So this weekend can be a cluster-fuck of the stressful, awkward sort… Or we leave the competition in the gym, and agree that we have… similar goals."

“Do we?"

“Clover and Chance?" she shrugged, tugging at him. “And trying to find out how many ways we can get her to do that post-orgasmic drunk thing?" He couldn't help but laugh. “And maybe finding out how much you really do like some rat dick…" She squeezed and he bit back a moan. “And… if we're both real good… Maybe finding out how much I might enjoy getting absolutely fucked silly by a rich lion."

“Dunno… Might like it too much."

“I will admit… Clover has made it sound… Very intriguing."

“You could find out right now."

“Not yet…" she leaned in further, the side of her muzzle against his cheek, her breath warm against his ear. “First, the rules."

He just nodded, licking his lips a bit, tempted to turn... Just a little… her lips were right there…

“The Golden Rule."

“So, getting messy with some golden showers?" He chuckled. With his back against the wall, to get any space, he had to try to push her away a bit.

She paused…. “I… wouldn't say no… But we're not to that part yet."

“What do you mean?"

“It's on the table. Whatever you want… Only catch is, you have to be willing to take whatever you dish out."

“That sounds… fair?"

“You want to fuck me? Good. I want you to… But I've also got a strap on, so you better be ready to take it too."

He blinked.

“Want to get deep in that rat ass? Then be ready for the real thing."

He found himself suddenly… distracted.

“I can't actually promise what anybody else will say yes to… But I will say that Chance may have mentioned you before, and you already owe us a muzzle full of rat, to be shared around after."

The taste of his own seed on Clover's lips… Looking up and wondering what it would be like to taste it on Chance.

“And, just to show you what I mean…" She stepped away.

Out of reflex he took a step forward, following her, only for her to turn around him. She was suddenly behind, pulling him close, he was acutely aware of the feeling of her nipples through his fur, as her breasts pressed against his back. She whispered in his ear, “You did such a good job, I just had to return the favor…" and then she pushed away.

For a moment, he'd have thought that she had left, if it weren't for the unchanged sound of the water against her, and then he felt her breath, against the base of his tail?

“Lift up golden boy."

Obliging, curious, he braced against the wall, and lifted his tail as high as he could.

The first stroke of that long, thick, strong tongue of hers, from the base of his sack, all the way up and across his tialhole, was enough to immediately understand why Clover reacted the way she had.

“Goddess." He moaned, as she licked again, and again, each one delving a little deeper.

“You don't have to call me that." She quipped between strokes.

Glancing between his legs, he caught a glimpse of her paw, working quickly between her own thighs, as she rimmed him.

Shaking his head, he gave into the pleasure of it, the way her tongue would press into him, coiling and withdrawing. The way she would lick from the root of his sack to the base of his tail, and the way she would moan. He started pawing, stroking himself in a matched rhythm to her own masturbation.

Soon he was close. He could feel his sensitive spines, dragging across his paw pads, eliciting little flares of delight. He could feel his own shaft throbbing, and ready. Most importantly he could feel her hot breath on his clenching ring, as her tongue explored his depths.

With a grunt, he squeezed the base of his cock, trying to hold back for a moment longer, but failed.Letting himself go, he let the feeling of his orgasm wash over him. By the time he opened his eyes, a significant load of lion cum was dripping down the wall.

Rosario was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the opposite wall. “Damn. They weren't kidding about that either. That is… a lot."

He turned to her, still dripping, and for a moment he wondered if he might just use her muzzle right then and there… but instead he extended a paw. Taking it, she pulled herself upright.

“My turn." He grinned.

“Oh?"

“You really surprised me, in here, so…" He reached around her neck, pulling her in, and planting a kiss on her long muzzle. After a moment of shock, her lips parted, and her long tongue met his.

“Ok." She laughed, as they separated. “Fair play. That was a surprise." She stepped out of the fall of the water, and shook out her coat. “As for the rest."

He shrugged. He wasn't unsure. He knew what he wanted to say… still. “I'll let you know."

“See ya' inside." And with that, she showed him her tail, and left.

Blake lingered in the shower a bit longer. That tingly, adrenaline feeling was back, and so was that floating sense of elation.

“This is going to be one great fucking weekend." He finally concluded, before turning the water off and activating the dryers.

Blake was the last one to the lounge.

Rosario was still in her robe, though it was only loosely tied at the waist and had fallen open so one dark nipple was peeking out as she leaned back, looking over her shoulder toward the bar where Chance stood. He hadn't bothered with a scrap of clothing, and was leaning against the bar counter, as comfortable as could be. Blake couldn't help but note the swing of his sack, under that thick white sheath. The word “pendulous" came to mind, though he wasn't sure where he might have read or heard it.

Clover was wearing the most of any of them, though somehow it gave the impression that she was the most exposed. She had opted for the sun dress that had been laid out earlier, though it was designed with the expectation of… some sort of swimsuit or something on underneath. With none it made a tease out of every motion, flowing around her or clinging to her, seeming to highlight every curve, every shadow, or even the pink of her nipple as they brushed against the sheer cloth.

Blake, for his part, dropped into an overstuffed chair, letting his own robe splay open, showing off his nude body underneath. He did his best to only flex a little, as he smiled at his friends.

Chance looked him up and down, seeming to take his measure, without comment. Clover's eyes sparkled, and she stood as if to join him, but she demurred, uncharacteristically. Her hips swayed as she lingered by her own chair.

Rosario looked at him directly. She was still, like she didn't want to startle him. Spook him.

There had been a conversation in his absence.

He suddenly found himself nervous. Had minds changed? Were they no longer ok with what had happened?

He shook it off, his mane swishing.

“Ok." He addressed the wolf, careful to ignore the tantalizing hint of nipple. “I'm in."

“Yay!" Clover bounced, before catching herself, now beaming as she danced over to his seat.

Chance was grinning, ears perked.

Rosario showed fangs as she smiled. “I told you."

Chance raised a finger. “So first… rules?"

“Nope."

They all looked at Blake, with a note of uncertainty.

“First," he stood up, striding over to the bar. “Who wants a drink?"

All three of them raised paws.

“Great. Then rules." Chance waved Blake off. “I've got this, if you don't mind."

“Go right ahead." He waved at the bar tools.

Chance started rooting around behind the bar, setting out glasses and a bottle, before glancing over at Blake. “Safe-words?" Chance offered. “And where's the ice?"

“On your left, looks like a drawer."

“Ah."

“With four of us, that's kind of a lot to keep track of." Clover shrugged. “Maybe, keep it to just Stop-Lights?"

“Makes sense." Rosario nodded.

Blake raised a paw.

Chance, stirring something in a large crystal glass, waved dismissively. “Super simple. If you don't like it, say Red-Light, and everything stops. If you're unsure, Yellow-light, and we take things slow, if there's some question, Green-Light and we're back up to speed."

“Makes sense." Blake sat back, absently tugging at his exposed sheath.

“Anything off the table before we have to ask?" Chance poured four little coupes full of red liquid, finishing them off with a couple cherries each.

“No… poo stuff." Clover scrunched up her nose distastefully.

“No argument there." Chance echoed.

“Piss?" Rosario accepted her glass and took a sip. “Mmm… delicious."

Clover shook her head. “Eew."

Blake laughed.

Rosario laughed too. “Poor timing. Still on the table though?" She looked directly at Blake, as if asking him specifically.

He shrugged.

“Let's call that a yellow-light then." Chance handed Clover a glass with four cherries in it, “Extra fruit for the lady." And another to Blake with none. “And no fruit for my big boy." He sat on the arm of Blake's chair, straddling it. He was clearly aware how his heavy sack splayed out between his legs. “Yet." He sipped his own.

“How about being a little… Forceful?" Blake sipped his own drink, strong whiskey, sweet, and complex. It was a heady mix that only added to the slight sensation of floating unreality. “Is that… ok?"

There was a general murmur of assent.

“So… To clarify… just for tonight:" Clover adopted that same schoolteacher tone that she often took with Bethany when she wanted to be sure she was listening. “Red-Light means stop… but 'No' means… maybe?"

Rosario was fairly licking her lips, leaning forward. Her robe fell further open, leaving her fully exposed, but it was hard to see anything past her smile. “Yes please."

“Agreed then." Chance noted. “Anything else?"

“No outside participants." Rosario mused.

“Ok, the delivery boy is off limits." Chance snickered. “Um. No blood."

“Fair." Rosario nodded, sounding only the slightest bit disappointed.

There was a moment of silence while they all sipped their cocktails.

Clover sauntered around to Rosario's chair, sitting on the arm, much like Chance had, though more demurely, she let both her legs dangle off the outside. Still she draped an arm comfortably over the big wolf, her paw slipping under the wolf's robe to tease at her breast.

“Ok. No's aside… Is there anything somebody is… Particularly looking forward to?"

“Are you taking requests?" Blake did his best to lounge, trying to match her ease, though his angle was somewhat more awkward as he set his arm on Chance's thigh. His paw brushing the rat's sheath. He found himself trying very hard not to look over, or up at his friend, as he, with one finger, casually stroked the heavy pair.

“Toys?" Rosario's eyes were half closed.

“I've got some in the car." Clover nodded.

“You've never given a blowjob before, have you?" Blake snatched his hand back.

“No…" he didn't look up, just shook his head a little.

Suddenly he could feel the rat's breath on his ear, it made him shiver, and he wondered why everybody was doing that today. “I want your first." He finished with a playful little nip.

Blake just nodded, trying to will his ears to stop burning, and his sheath to stop twitching.

“Best to mostly just let things develop naturally." Clover giggled. She must have pinched Rosario, as she let out a surprisingly puppy-like “yip" before batting her away with a little laugh.

“Sounds good."

“A toast." Blake held up his half finished drink.

“Toast." Chance agreed.

“To good times, with good friends." Blake smiled.

“To opening up." Clover chimed.

“Gaping even." Chance clinked his coupe against Blakes.

“To the Golden Rule." Rosario's crystal rang against Clover's.

As one they finished off their drinks.

“So…" Blake leaned forward expectantly. “What's next?"