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"I've gotta admit, I'm kinda surprised that you've got such delicate hands."

Trent cocked a brow as he fed a needle through the felt of Vitani's shoulder once more, having only a few passes left before her arm was properly reattached. "What makes you say that?"

"Oh...just that my mom has a tendency to go for rougher guys than you. I wonder what made her change her mind this time...but I'm glad that she settled on someone that's actually good for her, for once."

The equine was finally past the point of questioning how anything he'd done was possible: clearly, there was something strange going on, and most people would have kept on wondering about the impossibility of plush toys coming to life...

...But considering what Zira had been doing to Trent for the better part of a week, he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Your mother is...quite aggressive at showing her affection," Trent admitted, knowing that there was no point in lying to Vitani about what she'd seen them doing. "But I'm glad to have been of some use to her, and hopefully, I can extend that same usefulness to you; speaking of, you've only got one more stitch before your arm should be good as new!"

"So I'll be able to use it without restraint?"

"Basically. I'll keep an eye on it and make sure you don't pop any of the new stitches, but as far as I can tell, you're good to go," Trent confirmed. He pulled the string through a tight, tiny knot and fastened it properly, hiding it within Vitani's own fluff and sealing her flesh completely back into place for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, to her. "Try not to do anything too crazy with it until we're sure that my work is up to snuff."

"If my mom's body is any evidence, we already know that your work is up to snuff," Vitani pointed out. "But I wasn't gonna do anything too crazy with it...unless...you consider using it to unzip your pants to be exactly that?"

Given the rather aggressive way that Vitani demanded her repairs from him, Trent felt like he shouldn't have been caught so off guard by her statement, but some part of the zebra believed that he wasn't going to have to give the same level of treatment to Vitani as he'd given to Zira.

He wasn't just wrong, but if anything, he'd find looking after Vitani's extended care to be an even more exhausting endeavor than that...and he didn't have the privacy that he once had, with Zira seemingly lurking around every corner of the house.

"Without being so crass about it...are you really sure that's something you want to do?"

"You're kidding, right?"

Vitani wasn't quite as predictable as Zira: where her mother had come right out of the gate with an excuse to "thank" Trent for his efforts, he was established as their caretaker at this point...at least, that was how he saw it.

He wasn't aware that Vitani was already treating him as the leader of their pride, and as the only male, it was only fitting that she service him in the same way that her mother had; capturing the zebra for a moment of alone time was the trickier part.

"Even after what you...y-you know...what you saw me doing with your mother?" Trent asked, wondering if there were any boundaries between the pair at all.

He was going to receive a formal education in just how few barriers there were between the pair of eager plushies, but for that moment, Vitani wasn't going to waste her opportunity: she was already putting her repaired arm to work, using it to adjust her position on Trent's workbench.

She pressed her elbow into the smooth, wooden table and sprawled out across it, giving the zebra a firm reminder of the fact that she didn't have a scrap of clothing about her.

"In case you didn't notice, I stayed there and watched for a while," she reminisced. "I know my mom can be a bit of a hog-leg, but...did you really think I was gonna let her have you all to herself?"

Trent gulped and did all that he could to avert his eyes from the perfectly appointed body of the living plush, but her slender figure was curled up upon his table with an obvious flair of sensuality...it was no matter of consequence, how pure Trent was capable of being before.

The girls were wearing down his resistance, little by little, in the hopes that they might force him to embrace that little bit of a dominant male that they'd seen in him before. If that meant warming him up each time and reminding him of what he was really capable of when he allowed himself to let go, that just meant Vitani would get to spend a little more time teasing him.

That, in itself, was a gift.

"You know, you don't have to give me a sexual favor to pay me back for what I did," Trent assured her, trying his best to put on a confident, undeterred smile. "Really! This kind of thing is my passion, and I would have been glad to do it regardless..."

Testing her replaced limb was going to take more than simply leaning on the elbow.

Reaching out with her new digits and extending them for the first time, she stroked the outline of his member through his pajama bottoms; she couldn't help a grin when she noticed how readily his flesh twitched at her careful touch.

"Oh, I can very clearly see your passion for this kind of thing," Vitani teased. "Though I was a lot more interested in feeling it, if I'm being completely honest with you."

"Seems like you already are."

"And you're not complaining," she continued, letting her fingertips curl around the outline of the flared, wide tip. "Which is great, because I wasn't planning on stopping here."

Trent winced, doing everything he could to will his cock from stiffening up against her palm...but that battle was over long before it started. "You're just determined to do this, aren't you?"

"And if I am?"

She gripped the slowly growing shaft of his covered length and gave it a single, cursory stroke, her eyes locking with his and holding his gaze the entire way through that first, eager pump.

"...Your g-generosity is greatly appreciated..."

"I had a feeling you'd come around," she murmured, simply tickled pink with herself. Some part of her was genuinely concerned with living up to the kind of expectations that she knew her mother would have set, but on the other hand, she was so confident in her abilities that she didn't think she'd have any trouble overshadowing Zira's efforts. "And would you look at that: I'm pumping back and forth, coming from the bicep and the shoulder, and no ill effects! Your work is second to none, Trent. That kind of craftsmanship deserves payment."

If she wasn't already stroking his cock with such earnest appreciation and subtle talent, Trent might have tried to argue that he wasn't the type who ever demanded compensation.

To say that her actions were persuasive would have been a _gross_understatement, and she knew just what she was doing when she fished the wide, dripping flare out through the flap on the front of his pajama bottoms.

"Pretty sure this w-wouldn't be an ethical form of payment for me to t-take," Trent tried to argue, but his voice was every bit as weak as the backbone of the argument itself. "If I got caught accepting this kind of...p-payment..."

"You'd have a whole pack of felines lined up down the block, waiting for their chance to get fixed up and fucked up," Vitani finished his thought and turned once more, laying flat on her back and leaving her head upside down to take a new, fresh look at his exposed cock. "So you and I can just keep this our little secret, right? Or...maybe I should say big secret...my mom would find the guy with the biggest cock in the whole city to take care of us..."

Even if she wasn't naked, Trent would have found something adorable about the way that the lioness was hanging off the edge of the table, as if she was embracing a more playful side of herself that Zira simply didn't possess.

She didn't leave things playful long enough for him to figure it out: her mouth was opening around the flare and guiding it toward the flat of her tongue as she kept her posture.

"Mnn...mm..._mmhm..._t-that's a tasty fucking cock, Trent. I can see why my mom won't stop sucking it..."

"I can't decide if it's hotter or weirder that you keep on bringing her up," Trent admitted, but once more, he had to remind himself not to question a good thing when it literally fell into his lap, and if Vitani drifted any further over the edge of the table, she surely would. "Just how long were you watching us, that day?"

"Long enough to know that you like it when a girl takes the initiative and sucks you off," she confessed, holding the base of his full, thick erection in both paws. "And juuuuuust long enough to pick up a few tips and tricks about what you really like to have done to you."

If she'd been able to pick up on that, she was alive and awake for a lot longer than Trent realized...and he fought back swallowing another lump of nerves when he realized just how outmatched he would be if Vitani decided to act on that wealth of knowledge, even more than she already was.

"Guess there wouldn't be much of a point to lying about what I like, would there?"

"Nope, and I know you're not the type. I'm kinda glad mom picked a nice guy...wonder how long it's gonna take me to corrupt you..."

That time, he couldn't fight back an uneasy gulp, but Vitani was confident in her own, taking the whole flare of the equine into her maw and pushing it back into her throat with practiced ease.

Upside down, she was able to push the bulge of Trent's engulfed length toward the front of her own throat, letting him see just how far she was able to take it...and there was no doubt in his mind that she was pushing it out that much further on purpose , when her chin edged further and further toward the base.

Without the need to draw a breath, it was all too easy for Vitani to slide the smooth, silky texture of her tongue right past the base and down to the delicate flesh of his sack, giving a mere preview to what she could do with his balls, if she tried a different angle.

Of course she'd be able to take the whole thing so easily...she's fucking incredible, Trent's thoughts continued to wander that much further into debauchery, slipping away from the upright personality that he was once known for. Even if I wanted to stop her, I feel like I wouldn't be able to...like the only way I'll be able to grab her head is to pull it further onto my cock...

Zira planted the seed of dominance in him the very first time they slept together, and all along, she'd been watering it with a healthy, steady stream of sexual advances, showing him the benefits of giving himself up to the pleasure that only a living plush could offer.

Resisting her was already nigh impossible, and as it turned out, the apple didn't fall far from the tree: Vitani was like a goddess, working her throat back and forth on his shaft with such quickness and skill that Trent was looking for anything else to grab onto.

He was afraid of what Zira might say if she walked in and saw his paws wrapped around either side of her talented muzzle, but if he sat still any longer, she was going to milk the seed right out of him.

"You really...r-really don't need to keep doing this," he groaned, knowing that his words would amount to little more than a waste of breath and effort. "I promise, you've paid me back... m-more than enough, Vitani!"

She cocked a brow, capturing his gaze once more from below and around his shaft. Pausing right at the base and flickering her tongue against his orbs in a quick tickle, she only eased back when she felt the first strand of precum splashing against the bottom of her throat and spilling toward the plentiful fluff in her chest.

"You really are a master craftsman; I can't believe how capable my body is," Vitani praised his work without touching him, for once, as she freed the full, trembling flesh of his cock from her throat. "But you should have figured it out by now...that I'm not just doing this for you."

A spit of precum gushed against her cheek and spilled around her muzzle as she hung there, prompting her to let out a soft giggle...but she wasn't deterred by the way he was spilling over, already.

As much as she was inspiring him to take new, terrible risks, he was inspiring her to take things a step further than she already had, and it only took once glance for him to see where her other paw was sneaking off to.

"I still can't figure out how all of this...h-how it works," Trent admitted, temporarily stunned by how eagerly she rubbed a single digit against the hood of her clit. "I won't deny that I'm glad that you're able to enjoy it, too, but...it's all still kinda strange..."

"So strange that you're going to pass up the chance to bend me over your workbench and fuck me?"

She'd found the perfect combination of drawing out his bliss and seducing him every step of the way to bring out that bit of a dominant flair, but just before he could stand up and let his actions speak for him, a paw came down against his shoulder and kept him in his seat.

"...I dunno, sweetie. I don't think he's quite warmed up enough for that."

Vitani's paw immediately shifted from her clit and moved to cover her own breasts. "Mom, w-what...what the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Oh, what fresh hell is this?

The zebra was already having trouble balancing his relationship with the pair of lionesses when they weren't working together, but Zira felt that she was still owed something, based off of Vitani's confession.

"Well, you're the one who felt she had a right to stand in and watch while I fucked our alpha...only seemed fair that I was allowed to come in and return the favor," she explained, grinning wider and wider as Trent's eyes told how quickly he was putting together the pieces of her plan. "But now that I'm here, and now that I've had a chance to watch...I feel like you could still use a few pointers; you've never taken care of such an _impressive_man before, have you?"

"You know damn well who I have and haven't slept with, and frankly, I'd love it if you could please just leave the room and let me sleep with Trent, okay?" she asked, snapping back at her mother with the kind of attitude that she showed when she first came to life in the workshop. "I did all the work of getting him ready...it's only fair that I get to reap the fruits of my own labor."

Trent thought he should have been insulted to be talked about like he wasn't even there, but the way the girls spoke, he couldn't help finding it to be yet another way that they could turn him on: their very existence was riddled with sensuality.

"I couldn't agree more, sweetie...but that still doesn't change the fact that I think he could use a little more time," Zira argued. "I mean, you barely took him all the way into your throat before you tried to get him to jump your bones!"

Zira reached over and gripped the base of the equine's cock with less of an attempt to stroke him off, and more of a cursory gaze: she was surveying her daughter's work instead of trying to compete with it.

"He's plenty fucking hard enough, mom...and if you'd move your paw, I'd be more than happy to show you that I'm right."

"Now, what kind of a mother would I be if I let you have anything less than the best?" Zira asked, moving right into a role that was so caring, it would have been a little awkward...if she wasn't holding Trent's cock with such a heavenly grip. "He's pretty hard, but you'll enjoy this a lot more if you give him another minute to warm up. I promise."

Vitani was still visibly flustered by the way that Zira simply threw herself into the situation, but she was too overwhelmed with lust not to go after the lucky zebra, especially seeing the flow of precum that was spilling from the bottom of his flare.

She wanted more of that delicate nectar, no matter how she could get it, or what it took to milk it from him.

"Do you promise not to say anything while I'm sucking him off?" Vitani asked, slowly moving her paws away from her breasts and using them to steady Trent's length again.

"You know I don't make promises I don't keep," Zira reminded her. "So...no. I'm not gonna make that kind of promise...but you don't have to worry about any critiques. I think I've seen enough to know that you're more than capable of sucking the cum right out of this handsome beast."

"Could you not talk about him like that right before I blow him? It's fucking weird, mom."

Trent gazed aside for a moment. "Actually, I was kinda enjoying the way she was ta-

"Shut up, Trent!"

Sexually frustrated and addled with arousal, Vitani could tell that further talking wasn't going to help the situation along: she leaned back again and shoved Trent's leaking tip right past her lips and further into her throat than ever, moving right into the base of her own paws.

Sliding those paws away when she reached them, she pushed further still, guiding his equine flesh all the way into the back of her own and into her neck for a fresh bulge...but even when she glared at Zira, the older lioness refused to move her paw from the very base of the tool.

"I...uhm...I t-think she wants you...t-to move that..." Trent groaned, knowing that Zira wasn't going to listen to him anymore than she would have listened to her own daughter...but just thinking about the fact that a mother and daughter pair were working on him at the same time, he had to clench every muscle in his abdomen to keep from flooding Vitani's throat in the very next moment. "Just...s-saying..."

Zira gave a brief, sudden pump of her paw, stroking the very base of his member and locking eyes with her own daughter. "Like this? It's not like she knows how to stroke you off better than I do, after all."

"Ooooh...f-fuck...fuckmethat'snotwhatImeant..."

"Of course it wasn't," Zira picked out the words and kept stroking, tightening her grip around his shaft and rubbing the back of his neck to keep him nice and soothed as she worked. "And it wouldn't be what she meant, either, but...I can already feel you throbbing in my paw, Trent. You really think you'll be able to give my little girl a full round if we don't make you blow this first load?"

Vitani would have stopped in the middle of the act, furious that Zira wouldn't let her steal a single orgasm from Trent without her involvement...but there would be other chances for her to capture the zebra and have some time alone with him.

If Zira was going to be so stubborn, Vitani was going to be the same: she'd keep every drop of that thick, delicious cum to herself, knowing that her throat was just tight enough to keep it from leaking back out.

"If we stopped now, m-maybe I cou-

"We both know that you're too close, Trent. Even if we did stop, you'd need such a long time to calm down...better to just get this one out of the way and return the favor when you're done, right?"

A smoking hot woman is helping her daughter suck me off...and she wants me to fuck her daughter right afterwards. Not sure how this became my life, but...holy shit, this is my life...

The thought process could lay the tiniest sliver of a claim to finally pushing him over the edge, but if it were so bold, Vitani would have struck it down in an instant with a full, hard thrust of her own throat onto the base of his cock, right into her own mother's paw.

"Oooh...I felt that, Trent. You gonna stuff her throat, baby? Gonna pump that whole, thick load right into her tummy?"

His lower lip was quivering too fast for him to form a verbal reply; his cum was already pulsing down Vitani's gullet.

"Can't even find the words to tell her what a _wonderful_job she's doing? You should at least try to tell her how you're feeling...I know she does better when she gets a little praise, even if she's a little bashful about it."

Zira didn't care about embarrassing her daughter anymore: she was having too much fun leaning into Trent's shuddering form and gripping the base of his shaft with a tight, controlling grip, milking her digits the little bit that she could.

She was going to force every drop of his first load right into Vitani's mouth, ignoring the way that her daughter was shooting daggers at her for giving Trent so much information to work with.

"How...c-could anyone talk when...they're being s-sucked off like this?" Trent struggled, but he was able to mange those words before he threw his head back once more, the top of his skull cushioning against Zira's breasts. The full, supple orbs obscured his vision; it was a shame for him to miss the trickling trails of white as they finally seeped back out of Vitani's flooded maw.

There was no mistaking it: Zira was doing all she could to fire her daughter up, but when push came to shove, she wasn't going to get in the way.

"Mnn..._nnrf..._c-come on, Mom!" Vitani pushed herself back toward the middle of the table so she could admire the cum-soaked member she'd taken, but she wasn't expecting another strand to gush across her forehead and down the length of her neck. "...He would have cum that hard without you getting in the way, you know..."

Zira smiled as innocently as she could, but even when he couldn't see it, Trent could feel the faults in her gesture. "I didn't get in the way!" she claimed, releasing the massive shaft that she'd been playing with and bringing her cum-stained digits up to her own lips. "I was just making sure you didn't choke yourself on this behemoth...what kind of a mother would I be if I wasn't looking after you when you were doing something so dangerous?"

Vitani rolled her eyes. "How exactly would I choke on it when we don't need to breathe?" she asked, knowing that the question was a waste of the very same breath that she didn't need to take. "And what kind of mother stands there and watches her own daughter suck someone off, anyway?"

"The kind who wants to make sure that her little girl is being properly taken care of," Zira explained. "I can't help having such a loving personality...must be this little sweetheart of a zebra rubbing off on me."

The younger lioness was torn between the unexpected arousal she felt at putting on a display for Zira, and the undeniable awkwardness of the same: that she was still without her first orgasm left her feeling a sense of need that was willing to bend the lines and shift her boundaries a bit...

...But Zira was determined to shatter those boundaries, no matter how strange it seemed to her daughter and her lover.

"Pretty sure you're the one rubbing him off," Vitani murmured. "And if you done borrowing him from me, I'd be glad to take over for you."

"Do you really think Trent's such a selfish lover? I guarantee that he's gonna put your pleasure first, young lady..."

Trent was taking advantage of the momentary breather, letting his head rest in the comforting embrace of Zira's plush, delicate cleavage. He knew he couldn't stay there forever, but he didn't know just how far he was in over his head until he opened his eyes and saw Zira grinning at him with a certain degree of fervor...one that he'd only seen when the older lioness was about to jump his already tired bones.

Should have had that second cup of coffee today, he thought, as he looked to Vitani and met with a glare that was equal parts amber with her natural gaze, and sickly green with envy.

"Can't believe I'm saying this..._causeit'skindaweirdbut..._your mother is right," Trent confessed. "It's not really fair for me to ask for another round when you haven't even had your first yet."

"If she's right, that means you just needed to get that first one out of the way," Vitani suggested. "And if that's the case, that means all I need to do is give you a minute or two to stiffen back up so I can take this monster for a proper ride...hopefully without the peanut gallery there to make judgments?"

Zira tried to wear that innocent smile again, but her halo was only kept in the air by a pair of deadly sharp devil horns.

"Is it so wrong that I want to see my baby becoming a woman?"

" Yes."

"...Okay...is it so wrong that I want to see which one of us is a better fuck?" Zira was only making things worse, and she knew it well, but as much as she was testing Trent's ability to be the man of the house, she wanted to see if Vitani's skills were up to snuff; she needed to be able to satisfy the leader of the pride. "I'm sure Trent will be _completely_impartial about it, but just in case he's a little nervous about upsetting you, I want to see it for myself...what my little girl can do when she lets loose."

"Every time you talk about watching me fuck, I pray that something turns me back into a toy," Vitani stuck her tongue out, but she immediately drew it back when she saw the seed dripping from the very end. A quick swallow and sexually frustrated stare followed, and those eyes drifted from Zira's confident gaze to Trent's nervous one. "But if you're gonna be so weird about this...I guess that's no skin off my back. I'll fuck this boy's brains out...n-no matter who is watching..."

For a moment, Vitani was foolish enough to believe that she'd be able to scare her mother off from watching, just by acting confident about what she was going to do.

Instead, Zira was watching with renewed interest when Vitani rolled onto her tummy and gave Trent a demanding stare.

"How about it, Trent? Ready to receive the rest of your payment?"

Letting the mother and daughter hash out their issues bought Trent a whopping two minutes worth of time to catch his breath, but he was coming down from one of the most intense climaxes he'd ever known: he'd need a little longer if he was going to properly keep up.

It was fortunate, in that sense, that Vitani was determined to do as much of the work as the zebra would let her...but he knew himself better than that.

If she's anything like her mother...and they're a bit too similar, honestly...she's gonna bring out the worst of me before this is all said and done, he thought. I just hope I don't have to make anymore repairs when she's done with me...

Trent's work was second to none, but Vitani was going to put those new stitches through her own unique form of testing, starting with the tension in her fingertips when she gripped his shaft anew, squeezing it to see just how much force she could generate.

"Not quite hard again...but not really soft , either," she observed, looking over his flare and seeing a final, tiny squirt of seed roll down from the urethra. "I thought you were dedicated with those other tools, but it looks like this one is the best one in your arsenal, after all..."

"Until the two of you came around, I never would have believed that," Trent admitted, having a less than successful love life to that point in his dating career. "I...can't deny that I'm glad you two are having this much fun with it."

"Not two," Vitani stopped him, squeezing his length a little tighter. "I know she's hard to ignore, and she loves to stick her nose where it doesn't belong, but right now...pretend it's just you and I, Trent...just my tight, little pussy, waiting to be bred by the only worthy male in all pridelands..."

It didn't matter that he was a different species, or that the pridelands were effectively the living room and the bedroom.

Hearing those words from such an eager female would have stoked the fires within Trent no matter what the situation was, and suddenly, having a captive audience was shifting the whole act from trying to hide from an awkward voyeur to having a point to prove to the woman that was waiting her turn.

"If that's really what you want, you know I can't possibly say no to it," Trent finally gave himself willingly to the younger lioness, watching her grin spread and curl her muzzle with devious intent. "But we've already made a mess of my favorite chair...maybe we should take things to the floor?"

Vitani cocked a brow. "Seems I've gotten your attention, after all," she mentioned, her grin faltering for only a moment. "I was starting to think you'd just stammer your way to another orgasm, but whatever it is that my mom sees in you...I'm starting to see the bigger picture."

"I hope you like what you see, then."

"That's good, Trent," Vitani giggled, hopping down from the desk and releasing his member. "Keep giving me your best efforts, no matter what that looks like...and I'll give you the kind of ride that you'll never forget."

"With my coaching, there's no doubt about that," Zira chimed in, bringing an immediate groan from her daughter. "If you just let your instincts take over, you're gonna be thrashing about on him like a wild animal...but if you move with a little more purpose and presen-

" I know how to fuck, mom!"

Trent wasn't at all opposed to the idea of letting Vitani act like a wild animal: a fresh throb from his second erection of the day made it clear that it was quite a fan of the concept, all told.

Another throb followed when he heard that Zira was going to be adding her own touches to the act, revealing a bit more about himself than he intended to give away...but if he was going to be stuck between a mother and daughter in the first place, he figured that he might as well enjoy himself to the fullest, and he already knew how capable Zira was.

As long as Vitani had been waiting, he was _almost_fearful of what she'd really do when she dug her claws in and captured his cock within her tight, silky bodice.

"I'm sure you do, sweetie...but don't you want to watch someone with a little more experience, first?"

"Already did that," Vitani reminded her. "Don't think I really learned anything then, not gonna learn anything now...just gonna fuck this lucky zebra so hard that he forgets you even exist."

The back and forth was fun and playful, at first, but that was a step further than Zira could take without feeling a sting.

"...All right then, Vitani. Why don't you show your mother how far you've stepped out from her shadow, then?" she offered, taking a step back from Trent and letting her breasts fall back to their natural setting. "I'll do my best to just stand by and watch...but if you can't make him cum inside of five minutes, mommy dearest will be right there to show you how it's done."

No way, Vitani blinked, but she turned her eyes back to Trent, hoping to hide her disbelief. She really made him cum that fast? What the hell was she doing to him?

She needed to believe in her own abilities, and she moved as if she did, when she gave Trent a nudge, encouraging him to stand up from the puddle of seed in his chair.

"Why don't we show her how much we don't need her, then?" Vitani asked, thinking that she could have Trent all to herself, if she proved that she was the better lover. "Let her watch what we'll be doing all night, every night, until I'm so filled with your cum that I can't even walk..."

Moving back from the chair with her same sense of urgency, Trent was doing his best to keep up with the seemingly endless lust of the younger lioness, only to allow himself to be pushed to the floor, right by Zira's feet.

As much as Vitani wanted him to ignore her mother, she was pushing him ever closer, as if she wanted her to be right in his line of sight...adding insult to injury when she forced Trent to ignore the first woman to come into his life.

"You really think I've got that much in me?" Trent asked, looking a hint bashful once again; this time, Vitani wouldn't let him off the hook were a mere tease. "You've already drained the first load...s-still got a little on your nose, actually."

"Leave it," Vitani ordered. "I don't mind wearing a mark or two from my lover...letting everyone know that as much he belongs to me, I belong to him..."

Pushing the zebra to the flat of his back, Vitani was delighted to feel Trent's length stiffening just before she climbed into place, forcing the underside of the shaft to throb against the middle of her tummy.

Looking down, she saw the outline of just how much of her slender body would be filled with his plentiful flesh; she was silently grateful that she was only able to feel pleasure with her new body, as far as she knew.

"Good thing you're so talented with that repair kit, Trent...looks like you're about to rip me in half with that fucking cock," she claimed, but she wasn't just looking at him: she cast a defiant glare up to her mother, and in turn, Zira was looking back at her with less of the warm, motherly affection that she once held.

Vitani struck a chord in her, and until the younger lioness was begging for help, she was going to be on her own...not that it would stop Zira from watching with an eager, narrowed stare.

"You two just gonna keep on stroking each other's egos, or are you finally gonna show me what you've got?" Zira's demands were far less caring at that point, as she allowed a paw to drift between her naked thighs, undeterred by how nervous Trent suddenly looked.

He could tell that the girls were having a bit of a nuanced spat, and being caught in the middle of it made him feel more like a prey being pinned between a pair of vicious predators, rather than the leader of the pride that he was supposed to be.

"After all that talk about making sure that he's hard enough," Vitani paused, rolling forth enough that Trent's length was nearly flattened against his own chest. "You wanna rush perfection, now? That's really not my style..."

Sliding her knees along the floor, she used the silky petals of her mound to tease the whole underside of Trent's impressive tool, until she passed over the flare once more and left his cock settled behind her.

She wouldn't be able to take it from her knees, but she was planning on sinking right back to them when Vitani stood above his tip...and left the zebra utterly speechless with a sudden, incestuous kiss to her mother's muzzle.

"Just a sample of his juices for you...so you don't forget what you're missing," she whispered, her narrowed gaze and her brazen kiss doing little to sway Zira's expression. "They're still so sweet on my lips, aren't they? Sure bet you wish you could have a little more than a single taste..."

If she wanted to... when she wanted to...Zira was going to prove that she had plenty of surprises left.

For the time being, she allowed a tiny, impressed smirk to curl her lips, but she gave nothing more than that as Vitani lowered herself back to the flare and pressed her petals against it in a soft, cautious approach.

"He's getting impatient, isn't he?" Zira turned the focus back to their boy, seeing how clearly his emotions were spread over his face. "That, or he's actually afraid of tearing you apart..."

"He should be a lot more worried about what I'm gonna do to him..."

Vitani's fangs, soft as they were, pressed tight into her own lip as she wiggled from side to side, hoping to take his member without the help of her own paws...but when his flare proved a little wider than her tight, welcoming slit had imagined, she was forced to reach down and hold everything steady, keeping that flare right in place...until it pushed through her resistance and up into her heated, silky passage.

"Barely fits, but...it...s-still fits, baby...so snug that I can barely move, but the way you're leaking in there...I'm sure we'll be sliding in no time at all..."

She was still learning the ins and outs of her new, living form, but the plushie was already discovering how much pleasure she could feel from a single bounce on Trent's impressive length.

To call that first pass a bounce would have been a generous thought, but even that was enough to send a thrill all the way through her abdomen, leaving her to tremble around his shaft and mimic every twitch of his flesh within her.

Think I actually did pop a stitch, Vitani thought. But I'm not slowing down here...Zira is not hogging you all to herself, Trent...

She didn't have to go above and beyond the call of normal lovemaking to shift her way into Trent's rotation, but she was a greedy young woman: she didn't want there to be a rotation in the first place, and it didn't help that she had no idea how long Zira had been awakened.

"if you slide much faster...y-you're gonna have a way bigger mess to deal with," Trent cautioned her, seeing the last of his seed drying into the smooth, soft felt upon her muzzle. "But if that was what you were after, by all means...p-pick up the pace a little bit."

Wincing with her efforts and pretending that she couldn't feel the judgmental stare of her mother above, Vitani leaned forth and pressed her paws gently on Trent's stomach...but the pleasure building up within her wouldn't allow her to settle for anything gentle.

Her claws raked at his slender torso and fingertips curled into his fur as she held on, using his body against itself as her best form of purchase.

"Just remember that you asked for this while I'm fucking your hips into dust..."

As light as she was, Vitani would have to give it her all if she was going to leave Trent sore: that was just the nature of being made of fluff and fake fur, but she was determined to give it everything she had...and in addition to not needing air to breathe, she found herself with a nearly bottomless well of energy to work from.

With that in mind, she threw herself down into his lap, feeling the flare of his cock press against the very end of her vaginal passage. The felt within kissed against the head of his member and absorbed that first stain of precum, but as she trembled in place and figured out the best way to use her inner walls, she could still feel Zira's silent disapproval, as if that wasn't enough for the lucky zebra.

His squirming body and pleasure-wracked expression told Vitani everything she needed to know, but as Trent could attest, Zira's gaze was a truly powerful thing.

"Go ahead...c-criticize me," she gasped as she looked up at her mother, all while humping the very same cock that she'd seen inside of Zira the day before. "Tell me I'm not going fast enough...or that I'm moving my h-hips wrong; I don't fucking care. He's getting close, and so am I...and that's...g-good enough for us!"

"Do you just want to be good enough?" Zira asked, kneeling down behind Trent and cushioning the back of his head with her warm, inviting lap. "Because I've seen his face when he's about to climax, and...I _almost_hate to say it, but he's not there yet, sweetie. You've got quite a ways to go."

Vitani couldn't hide her disbelief as she bounced herself on her new, favorite seat, but the juxtaposition of being so close to her own climax and seeing that Trent still had so much endurance left was buying her a few more seconds; she'd be through them before she knew it, but tugging at his fur and nipping her own lip wasn't enough to delay the inevitable.

If only for the utter bliss that he could give her with the flesh of his cock, Trent was indeed worthy to be the leader of their pride, but if he was on such an impressive level, Vitani had to step up her game, as well...and the gracious display of climaxing on his shaft was only going to go so far.

"...Fuck...y-you're not bluffing...h-how is he still holding out?" Vitani winced and curled her claws at his tummy, but it wasn't doing any good: her inner muscles were fluttering beyond her sense of control, milking and clenching at his shaft and hoping to milk the seed right out of him.

Despite the pleasure it conveyed and the way that Trent looked up at her with impassioned desperation, the blowjob that came before was granting him greater endurance than he'd considered possible; rushing into that second round meant his body was still catching up, and with the deck stacked against Vitani, Zira's plan had come full circle, with a sexually frustrated pair putting on one hell of a show for her.

"Worthy males take a little more effort than the rest of the bunch," Zira explained. "And this one is the best of the best...anything less than that wouldn't be good enough for my daughter."

There was another hint of that motherly affection from Zira, but there was no denying how lewd the scenario was, and how her love for Vitani was going a little too far: her petals were pouted and full, engorged with arousal at the sight of her offspring doing such a wonderful job...but even more than that, she couldn't help imagining herself in Vitani's place, giving Trent the ride of a lifetime.

"Still f-fuckin' weird," Vitani argued, but a softer smile was curling her lips as she easer her pace. "But I guess...you have decent taste after all."

"See that, Trent? I didn't think she'd ever confess to how much she loves riding your cock, but just look at her: a woman on the verge of climax, showing her dedication to the leader of the pride...and showing her appreciation for the hard work that you put into fixing her..."

It was right back to sticking her tongue out in disgust, for Vitani. "Fuck...f-fucking gross , mom..."

"You can pretend that you're not loving every minute of this until you're blue in the face," Zira countered. "Fact is that you're trying not to cum...and I'm pretty sure that my watching is making that much harder for you not to."

The incestuous implication was obvious enough all along, but Trent was getting to live out a fantasy that few males were ever lucky enough to fathom, much less to realize.

He was getting to sample the whole family tree at once, and as his head slipped further into the gap of Zira's thighs, he could already tell that her petals were going to slide into place upon his muzzle...and he couldn't wait to get started on her, aroused as he'd become.

"...Okay...m-maybe you're right, but can we not say it out loud?" Vitani asked, revealing herself to be quite the aggressive, young woman when she was alone with a man...but the turn-on of being an exhibitionist for her mother was a bit more than she could verbally announce. "Can't you just watch me fuck him and pretend you're not there?"

"You know that's not my style, sweetie...now get back to work," Zira ordered. "You've got a job to finish, and I've got a tasty cock to sample...you don't mind sharing, right?"

"Would you stop even if I said I did?"

"That's a silly question, Vitani."

She thought better of asking, but then again, Vitani had to try: she wanted to know what to expect from her mother going forward, but they were going to be as close as they'd ever been, when she started bucking herself on Trent's impressive shaft again.

"Thanks for being such a dear about all of this, Trent," Zira looked back for a moment, taking her time in crawling over his chest and taking her place in the middle of the impassioned trio. "Seems Vitani needs just a little help to get you where you're going, but...you know I'm more than happy to help. You don't mind me sitting like this, right?"

He opened his maw to answer, and her petals fell right against his tongue.

"Mnn...nnfff? Mnn-mmm," he replied the best that he could, and feeling Zira return the favor, he found himself living on borrowed time all over again: this was a sensation that he'd never known, but he immediately wondered if he'd ever feel a pleasure like it ever again.

Vitani's inner walls were clenching anew on his shaft as she picked up her pace again, having lost the touch of her climax...but even as she held onto his thighs and started to move, Zira leaned in close and coiled her long, silky tongue around the base of his shaft, slurping up the precum that was spilling back down his tool and caressing the top of his sack on the other way around.

A smoking hot mom and her bombshell daughter are double teaming my cock. This...this has to be some kind of fever dream, right? I'm in a coma somewhere?

There was no pinch that would wake Trent from the dream: he was wide awake and living through the most pleasurable evening of his life, knowing that he wouldn't be able to last long when the pair began working in tandem against him.

"Show him that he's the worthy leader of our pride, Vitani...ride him with every ounce of passion you can muster..."

Looking down and seeing her mother's face was still a little awkward for Vitani, but just beyond that, she could see the very base of Trent's impressive length. From inside, she could feel his flare spreading her apart, and her slender tummy revealed the slightest outline of the same each time she dropped down on him...but that far along, she hadn't properly ridden him.

Now that she was used to the way he felt, she was going to give it everything she had...and even Zira was caught off guard by how rapidly the full, supple rump of the lioness slapped down into Trent's waiting lap.

"Oooh...o-oh yeah...never thought it could feel any better than it did, but...h-holy fuck, Trent...you're throbbing so fucking hard!" Vitani's cries filled the workshop and echoed throughout the empty apartment as she moved toward the blissful end of their first dance, hoping to show him that she was just as worthy a member of the pride as he was.

With her blowjob earlier, she would have passed that test with flying colors, and Trent didn't think it was his judgment call to make, originally...but the more the girls stroked his ego and pushed that dominant, predatory sense into him, the more he accepted that loved the way they treated him; if they wanted to make him out to be the leader of the pride, he was going to act like it...

...By finally thrusting back against Vitani's quivering womanhood.

" Oh! Would you look at that...h-he finally bucked you...almost knocked me off in the process," Zira muttered, struggling to keep her own pleasures at bay when Trent was gliding the full, heated flesh of his tongue between her tender petals. "You sure you can still handle it, baby? Don't need momma to take over for you?"

Vitani's purr shifted to a defensive growl as she pumped that much harder, slapping her backside right against the full, swollen orbs of his sack. She met with his every pump and kept herself on pace, refusing to give Trent anything less than every ounce of energy she had.

"Don't you dare interfere...t-this load is mine...all f-fucking mine..." she claimed him in word, but it was in action that she truly defended her stake: ripples shifted through her body as she pounded back against him, and to her delight, she could feel the inner walls of her womanhood stretching to accommodate the sudden pressure of his length fighting back.

He didn't have any real purchase until his hooves clattered against the floor of the workshop: pressing them down and arching his hips toward her, Vitani found out just how flexible her insides were...but that did nothing to assuage the sheer violence of his thrusts, when he mirrored her passion.

"Damn...h-he's...r-really giving it to you, baby," Zira's voice shifted yet again, moving away from the caring, softer tone that she'd used so well before. "Can't believe I'm saying it, but...I'm jealous...t-that I'm only getting his tongue right now..."

All three of them were aware of the taboo connection they shared: none of them would deny the extra thrill that it brought to the act, but in that moment, Zira was seeing Vitani as less of a daughter and more of a fellow lioness, sitting by her side in the pack and proving that she not only belonged, but that she was deserving of the virile seed that their male offered.

It only seemed right to help Trent along, knowing that Vitani's place in the pride would be cemented by the overwhelming gush of seed that was soon to follow.

"You'll get your chance...I can already tell that he's...g-got another round in him," Vitani suggested, doing all that she could to keep her pace; even without the need for air or sustenance, there was only so much she could do with a body that she was still learning to control, and Trent's length was proving too much for her to handle any longer. "Good thing, too..."

"Why's that, sweetie?"

"Cause I'm gonna cum...o-oh...oh fuck, Trent! I'm gonna cum!"

Her claws raked down his thighs as she leaned away from his body slightly, shifting the angle of his invading member and forcing every single inch of his shaft to stay buried within her...but even when she seized up and held still to ride out her orgasm, he kept moving, thrusting right past the uneven clench of her vaginal walls.

The sheer bliss that they shared was such that Trent was glad to have a warm, eager mound sitting on his lips: he never would have found the proper words to praise Vitani's climactic efforts.

"Just keep at it, baby...you're getting him there!" Zira redoubled her own efforts as her lips suckled at the tiny bit of his shaft that Vitani simply couldn't capture, feeling the pulse of his veins against her eager muzzle. "He's about to blow...keep it all in...I wanna see him breeding you!"

That taboo connection was still a little too much for Vitani, but at the height of her bliss, Zira could have said anything she wanted, and the younger lioness would have played right along.

As strong as her will was, she was rapidly coming to appreciate what a powerful thing a proper orgasm was, and what a gift she'd been given by Trent's revivifying handiwork.

"Can't s-stop...c-cumming...ooooohfuckmommyIcan'tstop...f-feels like my insides are...g-gonna tear..."

She squirmed and grasped at his legs that much tighter, but Vitani was spent, and her body was tensing up too much to thrust any longer.

A final pump from Trent was nearly enough to buck her from his shaft, but inner walls were determined to hold on, and fingertips clenched into his fur just enough for that first, heavenly gush of his seed to splash as deep within her body as it could, splattering the back wall of her passage with a full, healthy burst of equine cum.

Vitani stared ahead, going slack against the zebra that might have been the luckiest one in the world, with only her ears swiveling to the sound of Trent's muffled groans of delight.

"Took him like a f-fucking pro, Vitani...I couldn't be more proud of you..."

Zira was letting out her own, low purrs as she rubbed her cheek against Trent's stiff, throbbing length, feeling the seed pour right back down his flesh and over the bridge of her muzzle. Her tongue went right back to work, eagerly collecting anything that spilled, but Trent's body was giving such a violent leak that it was hard to keep up with the sheer volume of it all...and that was to say nothing of how hard his body was trembling.

Even with her full weight leaning back against his muzzle and grinding her own subtle release into his lips, she couldn't hold him steady; there would be no avoiding the terrible mess that followed Vitani's first breeding...

**

It was early enough in the afternoon when Trent finished the repairs on Vitani, but mother nature was planning on letting him out of the house for his usual, evening walk.

Storms had rolled in while the trio expressed their affection for each other, and with a snack in his stomach and a moment to collect himself, Trent found that the girls were shedding their inhibitions that much faster, now that they'd shared a sexual act together.

"It's great that you can take yourself to the base so easily, but you can't ignore how sensitive the tip is," Zira instructed, going right back to the awkward, motherly role that she'd taken at the start. "There's so much flare for you to work with, and it's just so tender...gotta make sure you put your tongue to good use and warm him up properly before you go fucking your own throat."

More than ever, Trent felt like the king of his own pride, as mother and daughter knelt on either side of his shaft, each one running their tongue along the sides of his cock. He thought he was going to need a longer break, but when Zira revealed that there were more lessons to give, he was more than happy to comply, thinking that his body would do the best it could.

He wasn't expecting his best to be his firmest erection of the day, but seeing how appreciative the girls were, he was content to sit on the edge of the bed and offer his flesh as a teaching tool...and his body made it clear that it was happy to play along.

"He's already leaking from this, mom. Do we really need to warm him up even more than that?" Vitani asked, but she didn't look to Zira when she spoke to her. Instead, she and Zira were both gazing up at Trent, making it clear that he was the object of their combined affection. "Don't we wanna make sure that he's got some steam left to fuck us with?"

"If you didn't notice before, our boy has impressive endurance...and even if we make him cum too fast, he'll just keep going," Zira assured her. "You should see what he can do when he's the one on top."

Vitani beamed at the idea and nuzzled appreciatively into the twitching erection, eager to bend over the bed and take the full length inside herself whenever Trent was ready.

She didn't know that there was another lioness on the patio, watching the trio through the glass doors and weathering the storm until the time was right...