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Your ears perked up at the sound of the front door opening and you hear the soft whistling of Kho. Your tail sways happily as the burly skunk shrugs out of his coat.

He sniffed the air and smiled at you, "Something smells good,"

You nodded, beaming at him, "Yup! Making your favorite! Now come on, lemme get you settled!"

Taking his big, broad paw into your own and led him to his leather Laze-E-Boy, easing him into the plush leather. You handed him a cigar and matches; after hearing him complain about how lighters ruined the flavor of the cigar, you made sure to keep stock of plenty of matches.

With a content sigh, Kho eased into his chair and reclines it back. "Can ya grab my boots, dear?"

"Already on it!"

You tugged on the laces of one boot and pulled it free from that big, wide foot of his. You glanced up and watched him grin as he lit up his cigar, seemingly not paying attention. You bring the boot to your nose, inhaling the rich scent of leather and foot sweat, feeling the fur on your back begin to stand on end.

Kho chuckled and you feel your ears and cheeks go red.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

You set the boot down and proceeded to removed the next one before you set them both by the door and scamper back to the kitchen. The scent of tomato sauce and cheese filled your lungs as you opened the oven and pulled out the lasagna. You set the dish on the table and grabbed drinks, a beer for Kho and a soda for yourself.

You called the skunk over to join you. He smiled at the spread and pulled you into a hug.

The next moment you remembered you were both talking. About your days, about television, about life. Those violet eyes of his seemed so... hypnotic to look at. Not even just because of what you knew they were capable of, but they were like shining amethysts embedded into his head by the most skilled craftsman.

Kho looked up from his plate and locked eyes with you with a stray strand of cheese dangling from his lip, "What?"

You gently shook your head, "Nothing, sir. You're just so... beautiful."

The skunk grinned sheepishly, slurping the cheese from his face. "Y'know I'm ready for dessert."

"Oh? What would you-"

"Downstairs, Boy," Kho said.

You briefly froze for a minute, feeling blood rushing to your groin. Your vision started to go hazy as a light purple started to dance at the edge of your sights.

"Y-yes, Sir," you mumbled.

Excusing yourself from the table you venture up to your shared bedroom and open up your closet. Your arousal was apparent at this point, the tent in your trousers forming a quarter-sized wet spot at the tip.

You stripped from your regular clothes trying to keep from touching yourself and donned your violet-colored harness. You and Kho had matching ones, though his was more of a royal purple. Next went on a jockstrap, then padded gloves.

You'd started sweating feeling your carnal desires beginning to manifest as that purple haze seemed to dance around you. The colorful whisps flicking along your body, your torso, then your abdomen, your groin. You swore you could feel them as if they were tangible.

The last thing to go on your leather collar, the tightness around your neck to be a regular comfort for you. You dropped to all fours and grabbed your leash, the chain links jingling as you carried them in your mouth.

By the time you'd gotten back downstairs, Kho was standing at the entrance of the basement dressed in only a leather vest. He looked you up and down and smiled, "Do you plan on pleasing Daddy Kho tonight?"

You look up at him, his eyes were visibly alight in a purple glow. "Yes, Sir,"

---

For the last few months, you'd always wondered why Zeiros would keep his torso covered. It didn't matter whether the lion was home or outside in the heat, it was long sleeves or a jacket.

You had made a passing comment here and there, but he'd always change the subject.

Though, there were always his matches.

When the lion hit the ring, it didn't matter what he was wearing he proudly showed off his scars and wasn't afraid to throw his weight around either. He looked... happy in those moments.

Tonight was no different, though. You'd invited him and his husband over for dinner and drinks and currently, you were both relaxing in the pool. The chubby hyena, you'd come to call Dadlet, was floating on an inflatable raft. The name came up as a spur-of-the-moment thing, from the canine's short stature and it just stuck.

Zeiros sat on the edge of the pool swaying his tree trunk legs in the water, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.

You sat beside him with two sodas in hand. Nudging him you snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Drink?" you offered.

He accepted with an approving grunt.

You both sat in silence for a moment with the only noise being the droning of the radio in the background and the quiet sloshing of the water.

You nibble on your lip casting a glance at the burly lion. His muscles and rounded gut seemed to stretch the material of his swim shirt, hugging every curve of his powerful-looking body.

"Y'know. You don't have to wear a shirt to the pool ya know," you said.

"It's comfy," he muttered. He took a sip of his drink and shifted uncomfortably.

You knew he was lying.

So you casually stripped away your shirt, exposing the scars that covered your arms and shoulders.

"I ever tell you how I got these?" you asked.

The lion looked at you and did a double-take. "Jesus, what happened?"

You chuckled softly. You point to the jagged one on your bicep, the jagged line spanning the length of the muscle, "I got this one when I was riding my bike and got clipped by a car." You point to another one on your forearm, "This one was from rock climbing and I took a really bad fall. Lemme tell ya my mom was not happy about that one!"

Hesitantly, Zeiros took hold of your other arm, tracing the pink crisscrossing lines on your wrists and forearm. His ears folded back as you both knew where those came from.

"I'm not ashamed of them."

Zeiros looked at you.

"Each scar of mine tells a story. They make me who I am. Sure the memories may not all be pleasant, but they're reminders that I survived." You smile at the lion.

He thinks for a moment before reaching for the hem of his shirt. The dark pink lines that cut paths through his white fur were as numerous as they were large as he peeled the fabric away from himself.

"Wow..."

Zeiros nervously rubbed his neck, "They are pretty bad."

"No, no, it's not that!" You said, "I think, they make ya look cool."

"You... really think so?" Zeiros asked.

"Yeah!" You playfully punch him in the shoulder, "Especially when you're in your wrestling gear and show of those giant arms of yours."

"Well uh... if ya wanna closer look-" Zeiros offered his arm to you.

You take hold of it, and run a padded finger over the length of it, "What's this one?"

"Knife fight," Zeiros said. "One of the guys had a knife."

"One of them?"

"Three guys total sent all of 'em to the ER," Zeiros said, puffing his chest out proudly.

"Cool!"

That was the rest of your evening. Swapping war stories about the scars that marked your skin. Some unearthing unpleasant thoughts, but others leading into some comedic ones. At some point Dadlet joined in, laughing and listening intently.

"... so I'm wrist-deep in the sink when the guy cuts on the garbage disposal!" Zeiros said holding up his scared hand with a laugh.

"There were two switches, how was I supposed to know which was which?!" Dadlet said.

"They were labeled!" Zeiros laughed.

Dadlet rolled his eyes before looking at his watch. "Geez, already 1 AM, think we should head to bed soon?"

"Yeah, pretty sure we're pruning here," you said with a chuckle.

As Dadlet climbed out of the pool, Zeiros threw his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

"Thanks, kid. Ya sure know how to make this old brute feel good," Zeiros said.

"Hehe, don't sweat it. You'd do the same for me."

"Yeah, and I'd do this too."

Before you could question him, Zeiros threw both of you into the pool. When you surfaced, all you could do was laugh.

"Dick move!"

"Hey, it was funny!"

Dadlet shook his head, smirking.

---

Another day of retail hell.

You were only working here because your parents refused to help you pay for your school tuition. But they were ready and able to drop 50K for your brother to get a brand new car.

You spot a burly figure ogling the shelves you recognized the hat he was wearing and rolled your eyes. Of course one of your coworkers was slacking off.

You stride over and tap him on the shoulder, "Look pal, I don't normally care if you're slacking or not, but I'm not gonna cover your shifts anymore if this is what you're gonna do,"

The figure turned around to be a very confused St. Bernard. "Excuse me?"

The color drained from your face, "O-oh shit! I-I am so sorry, sir!"

The dog let out a laugh, "Don't sweat it, kiddo. I doubt it'll happen again!"

A wave of relief washed over you. The last thing you needed was to get fired today.

"I-It won't! Y-y'know with the hat and all- sorry mister-"

"Ajax. Just call me Ajax."

He tipped the bill of his hat to you and carried on with his shopping.

Sighing in relief, you carried on about your business trying to forget that moment. Your boss told you that you were needed in the stock room, so that's where you went next.

When you did, your eyes went wide.

There Ajax sat atop a palette of merchandise completely nude save for his cap covering his unmentionables.

"I- I- What're you-"

Ajax held up a hand to silence you, and you did as your heart pounded in your chest.

"Don't worry, your boss owes me a favor for being a regular an' all," Ajax beckoned you forward with a single finger. You hesitantly made your way to him and when you did he tossed the cap over to the side, exposing his right cock and pendulous nuts resting beneath it. "Didn't think I'd find what I was looking for today, then I saw you,"

Behind his glasses, those blue eyes of his held a mixture of hunger and lust as they scanned over your body. "Strip." He said.

You swallow hesitantly as you pull your apron off and lift your shirt over your head. You weren't an Adonis by any means, having a good amount of chubbiness to your frame, but you made sure to keep your arms and shoulders well worked.

You look over to Ajax who was openly stroking his hard-on now, watching your every move. "Like what ya see?" You ask.

"Wouldn't be here if I didn't," he growled.

You decide to tease him a bit, turning around and swaying your hips as your wriggle free for your pants, leaving you in only your underwear and socks.

When you turn back around, Ajax let's put a wolf whistle. "Seems you're enjoying the show too, eh?"

You feel your face go red at the realization of your obvious erection, but you nod.

Ajax licked his lips as you dropped to your knees in front of him.

When your lips wrap around the head of his cock, his hand rests atop the back of your head, "Oh I'm gonna have so much fun with you,"

---

Your friend's dad invited you over for a simple barbecue. The whole neighborhood was supposed to show up for a Guys Weekend, which wouldn't have been a big deal if-

Well, there was no "if" per se. The idea of several older gentlemen gathered in one place with their shirts off and in skimpy underwear appealed to you wholeheartedly, so you said yes.

What you didn't expect was for half the people to be either completely bottomless or in speedos that didn't do much to hide their bulges in the slightest.

You settled by the pool and made small talk with those around you while trying to keep your erection at bay.

Scanning over the area, your eyes settle on a sheepdog lying idly in the sun. You knew him simply as Barnaby. Occasionally you'd mow his lawn or shovel his driveway during the winter months. He'd always invite you inside for lemonade or hot cocoa respectively and you'd just chat.

Skimpy speedo, sunglasses, and a beer in hand. You swallow hard as you watch him, trying not to make it as obvious as the growing chub in your swim trunks. He was always dressed so proper so this was a new sight for you.

Barnaby pulled his sunglasses down and locked eyes with you.

Busted.

He winked at you sending blood rushing to your face. You turned away shyly in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

The next thing you feel is a tap on your shoulder and when you turn to look, there he stood in front of you with a sly grin on his face. "Now, now, don't be shy, sport. Nothin' wrong with a little Dad Watching,"

"Hey, Barnaby, the pool house is open if you two need a moment," your friend Skylar suggested sending your embarrassment into an even further down the spiral.

"Well, what do you say, kiddo?" Barnaby asked.

"...y-yeah,"

Skylar shot you a thumbs up as you were whisked away by the sheepdog into the nearby shed.

Barnaby locked the door behind you and gently massaged your shoulders, "Easy sport, I ain't gonna bite ya. Well unless ya ask."

Slowly you could feel your tension ease away under Barnaby's gentle touch. You leaned into him some as his hands came around your front, running down your chest, then your belly, but stopping at the waistband of your swim trunks.

"Do you want me to continue? We can stop if it's too much," Barnaby offered.

"Please, continue, sir," You mumble.

The dog growls softly in your ear as his hands slip into your pants, firmly grasping your raging hard-on, "You just relax, let Uncle Barnaby take care of ya,"

Reaching behind you, you feel his cock twitching in the confines of his speedo. Briefly you break apart to slip out of your trousers before pressing your warm, naked bodies against one another.

You take both dicks in your hand, stroking them together.

"Guess you did like what ya saw, huh?"