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I started this as a challenge to myself. As you may have seen in other entries, I'm an anime nerd, and one of the most brilliant ones to come out in the last several years was Kaguya-Sama: Love is War. I love the premise, I love the characters, it's just fantastic. Watching to geniuses fall all over themselves is gold to me. Therefore, I offer you my own furry take.

Passionate Pride

Chapter 1: Delving and Debauchery

By StripedKittyScribe

Jaxle had been running his little operation for years. The Oasis was just a tavern. Simple enough. Easy to keep the guards distracted. He was a criminal, of course. Everyone knew that if you owned a business in the City by the Sands, you were a criminal. It was as simple as knowing that mages cast spells, or that the sun roasted everyone evenly. The secret to staying in business wasn't to keep your fur clean, it was to keep only the right amount of it dirty, and only slightly so. That way when someone looked, they saw exactly what they expected.

He'd seen it all. He'd seen merc companies come in and do their best to wreck the place. He'd seen city guards come in and do their best to wreck the place. He'd seen adventurers come in and do their best to wreck the place.

It's why only the most basic of business got conducted in The Oasis. If you didn't behave yourself, you didn't find out about The Mirage. That had a far more select clientele, and while few knew about it, the amount that he charged for services there more than made up the difference in maintaining the spells that kept The Oasis hidden.

The fact that he had seen so much made it all the more remarkable how quickly it felt like his day went to pot when one of the barkeeps threw his door open. "Sir! Trouble! It's The Prideful Pair!"

Jaxle's eyes went wide. "Oh." He stood up, barely even recognizing that he'd pulled his cock free from the sweet little thing under his desk. "Shit."

*

Chinzee practically threw the curtain aside as she made her grand sweeping entrance. The lioness was all exuberance and urges, her figure draped in silk and tight leather. She was tall, even for a lioness, just over six feet tall. She wasn't quite as curved as some of the working girls in The Mirage, but no one would mistake her for a man from behind, especially in those pants that cupped and cradled her butt. Like most felines, she had long legs, and these were sculpted from years of adventuring and leaping. Soft enough to invite a touch or caress (if one dared) but strong enough to send her bounding at least her own height up in an unaided leap.

She was gold all over, from jewelry to fur to eyes. The cream and black outfit highlighted the soft rich coat of fur, and the swells of her breasts. She sang out, "Oh, by the gods, I had heard this was the best place in the city, but this is just perfect!" Each word was pitched just right to carry, with notes that hinted at delight and mischief. Every step showed her predatory grace and confidence, rolling her hips as she held her arms wide. The broad belt at her hips with her trademark three coiled and stowed weapons made certain that if there was any doubt as to her identity from looking at her face, that signature set of lashes would clear any misunderstanding.

Behind her, Takara Goldhand moved with a quieter power emanating from his frame. She was a big lioness, and he was truly massive, even if one counted that his mane likely added some illusory inches above where his skull actually ended. Not in a magical illusion sort of way, it simply stood out tall and full, flattening as he stepped through the door and then filling to full glory once more as he stopped to take The Mirage all in.

If Chinzee was a vision of athletic leonine beauty, Takara was the embodiment of the heroic legends. His upper arms were as thick as some people's thighs, and no one held any doubt that the power there, and in his chest and thighs and everywhere else, were earned in battle and strife. The lack of scars spoke even higher of his prowess. The stories said that Chinzee would literally dance her way around obstacles in a fight. Takara looked like he would simply roar at the rocks to get out of his way, and they would crumble to sand in terror.

His fur was a less lustrous color of brown, his eyes darker, his mane almost black rather than Chinzee's golden brown. His clothing was far less showy, though no one doubted that his legendary armor and weapons were tucked into the numerous enchanted sacks on his belt. He opened his muzzle to say something, but was cut off by his companion.

"Wine! Food! And company," the exuberant lioness called as she sauntered into the room. "Let's see... we've just made a certain lich a far poorer and less existent soul, and it's time to celebrate! You," she pointed at a wolf male, then at a bull," and you and..." she tapped her chin, drawing the last word out as she scanned the people in the Mirage. "Oh, I haven't had mink in far too long," she added, pointing toward a femme. "And for my companion, you, you, you, and you," she motioned toward a random group of females. "I think that should be enough to keep you all from passing out from exhaustion if you take turns!"

*

Jaxle stared at the pile of platinum and gems on the bar. Takara had begrudgingly tipped one of the many bags on his belt over, scooping about a tenth of the contents to one side before refilling it with a sweep of his hand. Some had clattered to the floor, and he hadn't bothered to pick them up. "Wine and food to our rooms all night long," he'd said. Then he'd turned, and started climbing the stairs with his new attendants for the night following.

Something was wrong. Jaxle knew it. The Prideful Pair were never this easy to deal with. The rumor was that when they'd been in Everspring, one of them had blown the wall of the Emerald Bower completely off. The rumor was that the owner of the Silk had to replace the upper floor after some sort of fire. He'd even heard that when the owner of the Petal had tried to ask them to leave, they'd robbed the place and poisoned the food!

He wasn't sure that he believed the last one. The owner of the Petal was a notorious liar. On the other hand, the pair had already gone through a dozen bottles of his finest wine, each. Four platters of food. Each. The most concerning thing, though, was the sounds coming from the neighboring rooms. Jaxle was used to cries of passion, roars of release, and moans of bliss.

From his guests. Not his workers!

*

Chinzee sat astride the bull's hips, grinning down at him, her hands on his chest as she rode him. She wasn't quite as energetic, this round. He had been utterly enthusiastic at first, but even after she'd given him a rest, he was starting to flag. Leaning down, she whispered a little encouragement into his ear, lacing it with just enough magic to get his energy back up without hurting the poor guy.

The wolf was in the middle of his second (third?) rest. He'd been a real treat, too! It was probably a cultural taboo, but she did enjoy the sensation of a canine knot locking her lover inside while she scrubbed her pussylips against their hilt.

The mink was behind her right now, hands on Chinzee's breasts as the pair rose and fell together, and she'd been just as delicious. Quite literally, since Chinzee had licked and sucked the mink while the wolf had been behind her. And yet for all of the noises that she'd dragged out of them, she hadn't heard Takara make a single sound.

His playthings were squealing their heads off, one right after the other! Damn lion. She dropped her muzzle to the bull's ear and whispered another spell, then sat back up and twisted so that she could give her mink friend a kiss. "Let's get you over my muzzle while he sees if he can make my toes curl. It's only happened three times, and I expect at least a dozen out of the three of you."

Slipping him free of her folds, she took the time to stretch her arms over her head, bending a bit from side to side to loosen herself back up, then rolled onto her back and pulled the creamy mink on top of her. Chinzee was anything but a purely greedy lover. Demanding, of course, but not selfish, and she proved it as she started to slide her tongue along feminine folds, caressing soft fur and thighs. When the bull pushed himself into position and started to drive into her depths, she let out a little sigh of pleasure up into the woman's petals.

A set of shrieks from the neighboring room ruined her mood. That was two different voices, which meant that Takara was cheating! He only had the one dick, which meant that he could only have one woman at a time! She didn't have that problem, which meant that it was perfectly fine for her to have more than one partner at a time. Not that she thought about Takara's cock! Stupid lion didn't even know when to just step in and make his desires known. It was obvious that he adored her, but that he was too much of a coward to do anything about it.

Locking her heels around the bull's hips, she urged him to push harder and faster. His hands were braced against the bed around her waist. She couldn't see it from the tangle of limbs and bodies, but given how the mink was squirming around on top of her, she bet that his nose was just brushing against her nape. They could be lovers for all she knew. Maybe the pair worked here together and went home at night, giving each other massages of sore muscles from a hard day's work.

Takara had never even offered. Bastard. And she'd given him so many opportunities! It was like the dumb oaf hadn't even noticed! Or cared.

Chinzee growled into the mink's body, and the vibration set the other woman off with a siren's wail. That'll show him.

*

Takara had taken his time. Perhaps the princess had a bath as well before she dived into her carnal feast, but he didn't want to bet on it. He'd taken full advantage of his attendants, getting them to wash the dust out of his mane and back before he indulged.

The mare had thus far been the delight of this bunch. Doubtless Princess Chinzee had been intending some sort of slight at him with her selection. Perhaps implying that his prowess wasn't up to handling her needs. Or perhaps there was some sort of comment about needing to have those who were weaker than he was. Which was ridiculous, if only because practically everyone was weaker than he was. And that wasn't even prideful boast! It simply was.

That mare, though, she'd been able to keep up, and she liked what he was doing. She made the most adorable sounds when he was inside of her, too. Bet Chinzee didn't like it when someone mounted her. Stupid lioness.

The elf woman had tasted excellent. He normally didn't go for those without fur or tails, but she'd thrown herself into the acts without even needing suggestions. True, her petting of him and the 'good kitty' comments had been slightly insulting. Not that he liked it. Then again, the way that she'd tangled her fingers in his mane when he'd climbed on top of her had been intoxicating! And she'd cried out just right when he drove her over the edge. He didn't speak Elven, not like Chinzee did, but he knew excited babbling when he heard it.

The canine girl wasn't his normal type. She was far too small and slender. He preferred taller women with a bit more muscle. Gold fur and eyes were a plus, of course, but not a requirement. Then again, she'd been at least as enthusiastic as the other three, and had shown herself to be quite the artist with her tongue. He hadn't even asked for her to do that, but he damn sure wasn't going to tell her to stop.

The doe had required the most care. He didn't want to hurt her, but she'd been the one who had instigated most of the acts. She'd pushed herself into the bath with him while he was getting his mane washed, and she'd been the one who'd started to stroke him while pushing her tits into his chest. She'd been the one who twisted her ankles around behind her own head and told him to do his best to put her through the floor. He'd never encountered a cervine who had been quite that demanding.

But, he was a generous lover, and if his companions needed certain aspects of him more than others, he would extend that toward them. Broad sweeps of his tongue across bare elven skin while she sang out in bliss. Strong hands cupping and groping fat curves on a deer woman while she demanded ever greater heights out of him. Tender pets and caresses of floppy ears while she buried her nose under his shaft. And the tireless mare, urging him for 'just one more time' while he panted and recovered, offering him sips of wine or bites of food while he drove the whole collection of them into their releases.

Sure, he was getting his own tension taken care of. That was part of it. He didn't doubt that all of them would claim that they were sore the day after, but say so with a dreamy smile. Still, it was hard to miss that the puppy was starting to flag. Her whines were much more complaining than pleading. Even the doe and mare were slowing. The elf had long since passed out.

He heard a groan from the other side of the wall. It made him smile. That was a bull's sound, or his mane was wheat. Her lovers were tiring. They couldn't keep up with her demands. Silly princess.

*

Chinzee was starting to like less and less of what was going on. She'd had marathon sessions before, but this was topping even them. It had been months since she'd stopped anyone from touching her between her legs simply because she was so tender. She'd exhausted her entire collection of healing spells, she couldn't even numb the pain in her butt right now. Taking the wolf under her tail had been a risky maneuver, especially while she was already riding the bull.

It had almost worked, too. They'd both made the kinds of sounds that bordered on agony, even if their words were laced with pleas to keep going. She hadn't enjoyed that one as much, though she could tell that it had an effect on Takara. It wasn't long before his toys were making sounds of their own. Which was what she wanted, of course. If he could keep going, so could she.

*

Takara's chest heaved as he fell forward into the sheets, the mare under him shuddering through her something-th orgasm. He felt his balls heft with the reflexive clench of spurting, but he wasn't sure there was anything left. He had no idea what time it was. He had no idea how long they'd been at it.

This pony girl was trembling, but she finally seemed like she'd had enough. He fell to the side, gasping as she slumped into his larger frame. His ear flicked, aiming toward the other side of the wall. ... Nothing. ... no, wait. Wait, was that a groan of pain or pleasure? The bed wasn't creaking any more. He heard a mumbled voice, probably the mink. Someone was snoring. He'd outlasted her. Good enough.

He fumbled an attempt at a caress to the mare's flank. It ended up being a light slap, and he whispered an apology, with a promise of a few extra coins for her trouble and his incourteous behavior.

*

Jaxle stared at the two standing in front of him. "By the gods, what happened to you two? You look like you've been thrown into the pits and only hauled out because they got tired of chewing on your souls!"

The mare's eyes were sunken from exhaustion, her mane was tangled, and her lips were dry. The bull wasn't in much better shape. He was standing as if he would scream at the slightest contact between his legs, even by the natural resting position of his balls against his thighs. They both extended rolled up notes from the Prideful Pair, and Jaxle read them.

"Please tell me that this is an elaborate joke," he finally said, looking at the bull, then the mare.

Both shook their heads.

Jaxle groaned, putting his hands over his eyes. "They dropped enough coin here last night to cover our expenses for the whole month on their own, and they're demanding more? And who's ever heard of this? It's nonsense!"

The bull started to say something, but it was cut off by a massive yawn.

"I don't know what he asked for," the mare said, dropping heavily into a chair. "I don't care. I'm not going back in there without a week to recover."

Jaxle pushed himself back from the desk and then stood. "Go sleep. Both of you. You're not being requested, again. I have to go to the kitchen, and then see who's around. Who asks for companions at noon?"

*

"You want me," the stag pointed at himself while keeping his voice low, "and him," he pointed at the jaguar male that had joined him, "to fuck them," he pointed at the mouse doe and vixen, "while you... watch?"

Chinzee nodded.

"And you want us to be vocal," the mouse asked, also speaking quietly.

Chinzee nodded.

"And you want us to use your name," the panther whispered. "As if you're participating?"

The lioness nodded, and winced as she shifted in her seat. The cool cloth that she'd pressed between her legs was starting to warm up, and she cast a small spell to chill it once more.

The four companions looked at each other, then shrugged. It wasn't the strangest request they'd ever had.

*

"You just want to watch, sir?" The cheetah girls weren't siblings, though they'd played that part for some customers. They'd done it so much that they could even play the 'finish each other's sentences' game on occasion. Customers seemed to like that, even more when they spoke at the same time.

Takara nodded, and then hissed as he eased himself down into the tub.

The four women who had been sent up by Jaxle looked at each other, then back at the lion. "Ah, forgive me, sir," the cow said quietly as she moved to kneel by the tub and help ease his bulk into the ice bath. "But if we're supposed to sound like you're... ah... ravishing us... it's going to be quite difficult to achieve that without either you joining, or us bringing a man up here."

Takara blinked, and then silently swore. There was no way that he could perform, not after last night. But they were right. It wouldn't sound correct in the least. And that damn lioness would know. "Go and bring the biggest cat male you have. Whatever the cost, I'll pay it."

*

Chinzee scowled at the wall. How was that oaf still functional? She knew that he had endurance, she'd seen him fight all day long during one of their less-successful adventures. This was on a whole other level, though! He'd maybe gotten four hours of sleep. She knew that snore, and she'd only allowed herself to go to sleep when she heard it. Just as she'd ordered, the first one of her companions to wake up this morning had roused her and drawn her bath, and provided food, though no touching.

The four on the bed were going at it with a will. She observed, partly because the constant shifting drew her eye, but partially because they were talented. She saw them do things to and with each other that she'd never considered. And given how the women were moaning, it was pleasing to them at least. She'd have to have someone try that tongue thing under her tail. ... No, no that, she would reserve for Takara. Their first night after he finally confessed to her, she'd allow him to do that as a show of his devotion.

The noises coming from the other side of the wall were different too. That didn't sound like Takara, but he had to be reaching his limit. She wouldn't lose, though, and she would ensure that he knew it. She quickly scribbled another note to Jaxle.

*

Takara watched as the tiger that had been going strong for the last two horus started to show signs of flagging. It was, in all honesty, an impressive display of sexual prowess. Even he had to admit that. And the way that he'd paid attention to his companions was different than Takara's own style. Maybe it was the experience of servicing a guest's needs, rather than his own. Maybe he just knew from long association what the four women in the room liked most.

Either way, they'd certainly put up a racket! But even the most talented and stalwart of men had limits, and the tiger was starting to show his. He'd rested frequently, rolling onto his back so that one of the women could ride him, while the others gave him bits of food or drink. Still, the facts couldn't be avoided. If the tiger was the only male in here 'doing his job', Chinzee would know that she'd won.

Unacceptable. He scrawled a message to Jaxle, and then tucked it into the hands of the cow, who had just climbed out of bed.

*

Jaxle threw the messages into the fire, then did a strange little dance.

To the cow and the stag, it looked like a jester's pantomime of punching, kicking, strangling, and flaying a target. Somehow managing to do all at the same time.

Jaxle threw his head back and screamed an inarticulate wail, then fell into his chair. "I don't care what they're paying! There's no one left! I'm already going to have to shut our doors for the night simply because the only two left are Rish and Gemiv! And they're only able to take care of a small section of clients because they're both homosexual!" He drummed his fingers on the desk, then pointed at the pair of them. "You go upstairs and tell those two that they're being cut off. We'll do food, drink, baths, but they're being cut off from further companions for the rest of the week!"

*

Two days later, Chinzee and Takara stepped out of their rooms, all but glowing with self-satisfaction. Neither said anything as they tromped down the stairs, then out the front door and onto the street. Takara had already paid.

Neither of them said anything to the other. It was a calculated gamble. Let the other wonder just how obviously unsated they were.

Takara managed to hide the fact that he'd had to put an extra layer of silk between his pants and his groin to keep too much friction from being transferred.

Chinzee didn't sit for most of the day, because doing so would have made her wince.

They managed to not say anything until they reached the adventurer's guild, and Takara said that they needed to take another contract to replenish their funds. She blamed him for over-indulging. He pointed out that she'd been the one to start.

The only thing that kept the screaming match from escalating into out and out violence was the dragonborn messenger who bellowed that the Duke had summoned the adventurers known as the Prideful Pair.

It seemed there was a problem with one of the barons on the edge of the kingdom, something about goblins and more passages to the Underdark opening up. Once the duke had explained the nature of the problem and his request, the pair set off.

"My lord," the messenger ventured, "That could have easily been handled by the baron's forces. It's what he's there for."

The duke slumped into his chair, thick scaled tail coiling around one of the chair legs. "True. But that wouldn't have put them out of my city. Let me tell you some of the rumors surrounding that pair..."

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This story is a work of fiction. Any immoral acts included in this story are a fantasy and should not be taken as encouragement to perform or endorsement of these acts by the author. Specifically, because apparently it needs to be said; anything other than expressed consent for any sexual encounter by a legal unimpaired sentient adult is wrong, immoral, and evil. Unwilling subjugation of sentients who have committed no crime is wrong, immoral, and evil.