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"Are you gentlefurs satisfied with the selections?" their panther host asked them. "We offer a bit of everything here, as Mr. Wolf well knows."

Jack stepped up to his husband to kiss him warmly, even as the young citra continued to rub his shoulders. "You like this one, hon?" he asked. The fox ran a paw down the wolf's smooth indigo fur, and stopped at his crotch, chuckling. "I'll take that as a yes."

Simba watched, more than a little surprised as Jack and Joe resumed their kiss quite warmly, the fox's paw moving lustily on the wolf's unquestionably aroused bulge. He tore his eyes away when Kovu stepped up to him, grinning. "Want to learn about corporate takeovers and the art of the deal?" he chortled, moving in to give his husband a lip-lock that made the tawny lion's toes start to curl and flex. He grunted a little as the dark-furred lion reached down to verify that it was most definitely not a pistol in his pocket. He could never resist his husband's touch, and Simba was wondering just how far this was supposed to go.

"Hey, Kovu," Jack said grinning. "I think I know a pair of outfits that will get these two completely unable to hold back another moment. Hector, I think you know the one I mean; do you have them in Kovu's size?"

"I'm certain that we shall be able to accommodate all four of you quite well," the tailor purred, his tail making a satisfied series of twitches and curls. "Jonn, Jeffrey -- I think the sports attire will work well."

The fox and the chocolate-maned lion left their husbands behind, grinning together as the first pair of citras led them back into the fitting rooms. Simba was now sure that he'd been completely set-up, but he wasn't minding it in the slightest. "Joe, you are one sneaky--"

He cut off as he looked over to see Roger, the young citra who had been massaging Joe's back, had moved around to the front and was very helpfully assisting the wolf out of his pants. As the he sat back down, Joe's cock was clearly visible, about half out of its sheath. Like a perfect butler, the citra pretended not to notice, folding the pants and setting them down next to the shirt. The indigo-furred canine looked over at the lion with a huge grin. "Don't tell me you don't need to set free that bad boy between your legs."

In disbelief, Simba watched as the young citra knelt at the wolf's hindpaws and began to massage one, attentively, sensually, occasionally flicking his tongue out to lap at the canine's rough black pawpads. Sighing happily, Joe began to massage his cock, very slowly, clearly enjoying everything to its maximum.

"If I might suggest..." Hector wave a nonchalant paw at Simba, even as Rory moved to the lion's side, waiting patiently. "We do encourage comfort here, good fur. No one enjoys clothing that fits... too tightly."

Simba remembered just enough of his leonine pride to avoid leaping up on the spot. Making a great show of being casual about it, he rose fluidly. "When in Rome," he offered, as the panther grinned. He slowly removed his trousers, offered them to the citra at his side, and sat back on the chair, his own erection already well begun. Rory moved to the lion's hindpaws, and even Simba's vaunted ego could not prevent him from making a deep grunt of approval. He did so love to have his hindpaws massaged, and when young Rory began licking his soft feline pawpads, he, like Joe, gripped his stiffening cock and began rubbing slowly.

"You gentlefurs seem to have things well in in paw," Hector's purring voice grinned at them. "And I think that perhaps your husbands are just about ready for... ah, here they are now..."

Simba stared. Joe chuckled. It was clear that things were just beginning...

_ TO BE CONTINUED... _