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Whats up? AC is on. Gonna chill you out wit another installment on my series. Almost as long as P3 #1. So heres the 411. 'Kiwi' and 'Vulpes' are used under permission from vulpeschild of livejournal.com All others used under permission of me, cause they are mine!! Why is it called clean-up? Alot of water is involved. So if you don't like water, then you might be dead. If your 17 or under, in a state that don't like this stuff, or you don't like this stuff, I'd suggest you run away like a little girl. I won't watch. :waits a moment: Still here? Alright. Just don't mess yoself. XD

• * * Raymon was pacing around on the roof, carrying a broom with him. He still couldn't believe he got tricked into cleaning the pool area before the party started. But he would have his utilities covered for the month, so it more then compensated for the work. But the tiger was a mess at the moment. He had a feeling he would get messy, so he decided to just work in a pair of old jean shorts and nothing else. "Probably should of put on a shirt as well," he said to himself as he dusted his paw against his chest. "But at least I'm finally finished." With that he tossed the broom into the storage shed before he stepped into the stairwell. The '11th Floor,' as the pool area was affectionately called, could only be accessed through the stairwell of the building. And Raymon really contemplated walking down the eight flights to the 3rd floor, but got jarred out of with when he almost ran over some of the patrons from the 10th. "Hey, watch it Ray," a female voice squeaked out, two other voices starting to chuckle lightly. Raymon looked up to be face-to-face with a massive orca, though he knew that wasn't the source of the voice. "When did you get back in, James?" Raymon asked. "A couple days ago," James replied back before pointing downwards. "But I think you may want to talk to her first." With that Ray looked down and saw the head of Elise, a brown sea otter, standing behind James. He then looked back towards the right and at the creature in question. Joan, the bottlenose dolphin girlfriend to James, had an odd look on her face. Part was probably disgust, but the other was....arousal? He then looked further down and realized his paw was on one of her nude breasts. "Whoa! Sorry!" he almost roared out, hopping up a step as he pulled back. That's when he realized that everyone was nude. "Just one of the quirks of top floor living," he thought to himself. Joan chuckled lightly poking the tiger on his chest. "No biggie. As long as you miss my belly, it's all good." She then looked at her finger, noting the layer of grime on it before she wiped it off on Ray's jeans. "So how's it looking up there?" "So clean you could almost eat off of it," he chuckled out. "So I take it you three are going swimming early?" "Well, someone forgot to replace the showerhead," James said in mock anger, receiving a squeal from Joan after he slapped her rear. "So we're stuck using the pool to stay wet." "I, on the other hand," Elise started to proclaim as she clung to her towel, "actually felt like swimming." "Alright. Then I'll leave you to it. I need a shower." He gave a wave to everyone as he snuck by them, bailing into the 10th floor hallway and into the elevator. As he rode down towards the 3rd floor he took a look at himself in the mirror on the back wall. The white patch that covered his chest and other parts under his jeans was changed to a light brown from the gunk he cleaned off the roof. The orange that covered everywhere else was darkened, and his stripes were almost invisible. He also noted how his figure had changed. His new boyfriend has put him onto a workout regimen, with the fox working out along with him. His large muscle frame had leaned out a bit, but he still had all the strength. He gave a few flexes before the elevator stopped at the 5th floor. "I see someone is going on a slight ego trip," a male voice rang out. Raymon barely flinched as he looked into the mirrored surface, spotting a reddish-tan fox carrying a basket full of folded clothing. "Haha. Aren't you cute, Kent," Ray said sarcastically as he turned to face the fox. "So you got jokes now, huh?" The fox slipped into the elevator before hitting the door close button, the elevator restarting its decent. "I have a tendency to do that, Raymon. You should know that by now." "Just like you know I'd rather be called Ray?" the tiger growled out lightly. "Down, kitty. I like your full name." "And so do my parents. And last time I checked you are only old enough to be a brother," Ray chuckled out as the elevator reached their floor, both of them slipping out. "So what's up?" "Not much," the fox said, walking behind the tiger. "Just finished the laundry. But I think some of the others are plotting something." Raymon cocked an eyebrow as he pulled the key to '302' out his pocket. "Plotting? You hear what they might be up too?" Kent shook his head. "Don't know fully. Just saw them in a meeting room. But the pumas and our opposite counterparts are in on it." "Oh boy. If Hakim is in on anything, there's going to be booze involved," Ray huffed out as he opened the door to his condo. He held the door open until Kent slipped in before closing it. "And Jasmine brings in food play. But how they get Jamal and Krishna in on this?" "Your guess is as good as mine, Babe," Kent said as he plopped the basket onto the couch. He started to split the laundry into two piles, each containing one's clothes. "Not many know I'm actually in here." "Well you haven't moved in officially," Ray chuckled out. "And I still need to ta--" They both looked at the door when they heard a knock, Raymon getting a sinking feeling in his gut. "Who is it?" "Ray? It's Greg Maserati, the landlord. We need to talk." Both Ray and Kent looked at each other before they spoke silently. "Fuck." "Yea Greg, it's open," Ray spoke out. They both watched as the wolf walked in, almost immediately zeroing in his gaze to Kent. "So I see that you picked up a roomie, Ray. When were you gonna let me know?" "Well, about that," the tiger started to stumble out. "It was a dire situation, Mr. Maserati," Kent took up instead. "I was living with my parents while I tried to get situated and get my own place. When they found out about my 'alternative lifestyle' as they call it, they gave me a week to move out. And Ray was nice enough to let me in." Greg gave a nod, pushing his glasses up his muzzle a bit. "Well that was nice of Ray to let you in. But last I checked, these rooms weren't built for multiple occupants unless they shared a bedroom." He waited until Kent started to get nervous before he chuckled. "Relax, Kent. We don't discriminate here. I would seem like a hypocrite if I did, being my mate is bisexual." Kent gave out a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods...a lot of the other places didn't want to accept me. Probably didn't help I wore a rainbow wristband when I was looking. Maybe I just wanted to be colorful?" "Or just wanted to have some fun," Raymon chimed back. "But anyway. I kind of hinted the extra occupant." He turned back to Greg again. "Ever note how we paid a little extra over the increase of the utilities of our rent?" "I did catch that," Greg mentioned before turning to the fox. "So I take it that you'll be a permanent resident then, Kent?" "If you don't mind," Kent asked slowly. He relaxed a bit after the wolf nodded, going over to hug Raymon. "Uhhh...big mistake, Kent," Ray said after the fox let go, looking down to his body to see an almost perfect outline of the fox's hug against his upper body. He then looked over to see the fox covered in the grime on the appropriate spots. "Looks like we both could use a shower now." "And that sounds like my cue to depart," Greg chuckled out already halfway out the room. "I'll send you an example of the updated billing next week. And Kent, please just call me Greg. See you guys around." Both Raymon and Kent said goodbye as the wolf slipped out the room. "So," Kent said after they felt the wolf had officially left, "about that shower." "Now remember, my utilities are covered for this month." "So?" Kent murred out, pushing the larger fur towards the bathroom. "Why can't we share a shower time?" "I don't know," the tiger chuckled out as he got pushed. "Might it have something to do with the large amount of crap covering me?" Kent turned Ray around before smearing some of the dirt off his own fur. "You got me too, bud. So quit trying to get out of this, hmm?" He gives a firm push to the tiger's chest, causing his to stumble into the bathroom and sit down onto the toilet. Wasting little time, Kent sat in Raymon's lap to hold him down. He then leaned forward and kissed Ray softly on his lips. Ray returned the favor, purring lightly as he pulled Kent into a deeper kiss. They stayed like this for a minute before Kent pulled back first panting for breath, Ray just chuckling. "You lost again, Kent," Ray said, a little out of breath. "I still don't see how you can hold your breath longer in a kiss, Ray." "It's called 'Being in that pool trying to hold my breath longer than the aquatics.' I actually beat Elise once." Kent chuckled lightly. "Well she's the land mammal, so it could almost be a given." Kent slowly stood and walked over to the tub, turning on the water flow. He then turned the middle knob, redirecting the flow from the faucet to the showerhead. Ray stood and grabbed a bottle of fur shampoo from under the sink before quickly moving over to slap Kent on his rear. Kent gave a yelp before he slapped Ray's paw. "Bad kitty! And I was going to wash with my claws like you like it. Now I'm gonna have to reconsider." "Ohhhh..." Ray whined out, undoing the button before dropping his shorts. Kent had already removed his pants and boxers and was pulling his t-shirt over his head before he looked back towards Raymon. They both gave a chuckle as they saw an outline of his jeans against his calves and waist, leaving everything above and below the lines clean. Ray looked over to Kent, snapping his fingers to get his attention. "You were staring at my crotch again." Kent shook his head to clear the haze. "Really? I didn't notice. By the way, it's your turn to be top." "Fine by me. Now, about that shower you are so eager for." Ray chuckled as he stepped in, murring lightly as the water hit his body. Kent knew just how to adjust the temperature for the shower, making the water almost perfect. Ray reached over and took one of the fox's paws and pulling him into the shower before closing the curtain. Kent quickly took the bottle of shampoo from Ray and began to lather some in his paws. He then slowly started to massage it into the tiger's chest fur, using his claws slightly. Raymon let out a gentle purr. "I thought you weren't going to use claws?" "I lied, ok? I can't leave you unhappy if I want what I want." He continued to clean down his front, skipping over the clean patch between Ray's waist and upper calves and starting again at his legs. Ray gave out a whimper, his tail swaying lightly and hitting Kent's arm. Kent kept to his task, finishing the last of Ray's feet before he stood and turned him around. Lathering his hands with a fresh batch, Kent began his work on the feline's back, using his minute claws a bit more. Ray gave a purr, since he loved his back being scratched. He leaned forward against the wall of the shower, letting Kent do his work. Kent slowly worked down his back until he reached where the grime stopped. Boldly, he placed a few fingers between Ray's butt cheeks, causing a squeal from him. "Hey," Ray purred out. "I thought that part came later. I still need to wash you, hmm?" "Sounds like a plan to me," Kent chuckled out, quickly finishing on the tiger's legs before he stood again. Ray took his time to rinse himself off, smiling as he saw his natural orange/white/black fur come back to life. He then turned to Kent and took the bottle from him, lathering some shampoo in his paw before he started working on him. Raymon concentrated mainly on the fox's arms and face where the grime had transferred to his fur. After doing this he reached down playfully, grabbing Kent's sheath gently. "So you gonna do anything with this yet?" Ray asked slyly. Kent reached down and slapped away the paw from his stiffening sheath. "Later, my impatient kitty. But you're topping. Or have you forgotten already?" Ray chuckled, stepping out the shower so Kent could rinse himself off. He thought a moment when he started reaching for his towel. He never did get Kent back for the session they had in the stairwell. It wouldn't be as risky, but the fact of it being a new yet awkward place should make up for it. The tiger reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled out a bottle of lube. He then waited 'til he felt Kent finished rinsing before he made his move. He stepped back into the shower and turned Kent so that his back was to him. He then used his forearm to pin the fox face-first against the wall. "Hey! What the hell you trying to do?" Kent growled out, trying to fight from under the tiger's move. "Getting a little retribution." With that, Ray put some lube onto a finger on his free paw, then slowly worked in two large fingers into the vulpine's tailhole. Kent gave a wince as he was probed by the digits, it being wider than most of the males that had taken him. Ray worked at this for a moment before he pulled them out. He then extended his claws and gently ran them up Kent's rear. "Oooo...oh man...that's hot," Kent stumbled out between breaths. "Just doing some prep work, hmm?" Raymon purred out. He then reached around front and grabbed the fox's emerging shaft. Kent couldn't help but moan and arch against the wall, the pleasure increased slightly by the water shooting onto them. "Take me, Ray. You know I love that cock of yours." Ray chuckled lightly while caressing the vulpine's tail before slowly moving it aside. "Come now. You just like all the bumps hitting every sweet spot inside you, huh?" Kent gave a gentle nod before Ray kissed his neck gently. On that, Ray grabbed Kent's hips and slowly started to push in. Kent let out an ecstatic moan as he pressed himself against the wall, letting the feline have his way. Ray finally hilted his shaft into the fox, waiting a moment for him to settle down before pulling out again. He withdrew half of his shaft before slamming back in, causing a yelp from Kent. He then started a slow, deep pace, purring into Kent's ear everytime he pushed in. "Oooohhh yyyeessss..." Kent moaned out, the bumps on the tiger's shaft hitting every nerve inside of him. Ray continued his pace, his purrs starting to turn into grunts. At the same time Ray gripped Kent's full erection and stroked slowly, mimicking the pace he set inside of him. They both continued to moan and grunt lightly, each trying to outlast the other. It went on forever until Kent couldn't take it. He pushed off the wall and forced Raymon backwards enough so he could lean forward more. He then reached backwards and grabbed the tiger's tail, a silent signal between them. On that, Ray grabbed Kent's hips firmly and started to pound the fox, using his whole length and pushing in as hard as he could. "Oh fuck! Oh gods yes!" Kent yelled out, his whole body feeling aflame as the organ the tiger possessed drilled him. Ray knew Kent was enjoying this as much as he was, but knew it wouldn't last too much longer. He reached underneath the fox and started stroking his pulsing cock rapidly, eliciting a heavy moan from Kent. This lasted for a few moments before Ray roared out, slamming into Kent as he shot his feline seed deep into him. Kent gave out a moan and moment later grabbed hard onto Ray's tail as his cum shot out of him, splattering against the wall of the shower. They rode out the wave of climax before Kent stood back up, leaning against the wall. Ray they laid gently against his back, nipping at the back of his neck. "Glad to be home," Kent whispered out. "Same here, Kent." --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- James reached out and opened the door to the '11th floor,' letting the girls slip by once Ray got past them. "Wow," Elise said calmly. "Raymon did a really good job up here." The orca and the dolphin nodded in agreement as they looked around. The grass-like carpeting was a nice shade of green on the 1/3 of the roof that wasn't shaded. And the concrete everywhere else was like new. The pool was it's sparkling self, not a hint of chlorine in the air. "It still amazes me," Joan chimed out, "how they keep this pool so natural." "Greg has to," James said after walking up behind her. "Chlorine is murder on our skin." "And it dulls everyone else's fur," Elise added on, tossing her towel onto a pool chair. She then jumped from the edge of the shallow end, clearing the 7-foot distance and diving in just as the pool sloped down for the deep end. James and Joan looked at each other before shrugging. "She can be such a showboat," Joan finally stated as she walked towards the deep end. "Oh yea, we're ones to talk," James chuckled out, sneaking up behind her and giving her a push. Joan gave out a squeal as she tripped, falling into the water. James heard a second squeal, this one coming from Elise as she sat on the edge being splashed. "Hey you two, watch it!" she chuckled out, watching James dive in as she walked into the sunning area. She shook out her fur before sitting on the edge of the roof. She looked out to see the mall in the distance towards the east, some more of the town to the west, and the edge of the city park to the south. She then looked down towards the ground and spotted what looked like a young, white lion talking to himself. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- "Come on, Vulpes, pick up..." the lion said to himself. He figured he'd try and find out where this raccoon was he'd been told about. And go figure that the horse he saw in Herbal Renewals lived in the place he was told to go. But low and behold, he didn't have a key to get inside, or the number to the coon in question. But he did have Vulpes'. A voice finally picked up on the other end of the headset. "VC here." "Took you long enough, Fox boy," the lion snarled out. "Whoa, take it easy Kiwi. So you made it there safely?" Kiwi chuckled lightly, running a paw through his blonde hair. "About as safely as that bucket of bolts our group calls a car would allow. How's the home front?" "Quiet as usual. Even more so without you around." "Vulpes, stop kissing my ass like that," Kiwi said, adjusting the earpiece and his jumpsuit. "But where the hell is this 'Chris' furson you said I'd be rooming with? He's not in front of the Complex." "Look around the lot. You see either a black Cavalier or a white 350Z?" Kiwi started to look around, spotting everything but the cars in question. He was just about to complain when he looked over his shoulder, hearing a pair of throaty exhaust notes. Pulling into the lot were Chris and Jen, both of them waving from the seats of their rides when they found spots. "Nevermind. They just pulled in." "10-4. You want anymore warnings?" Vulpes asked, stifling a laugh. "Nope, I'm good," he said, looking up towards the roof. He barely caught a figure of what looked like a female otter hide back onto it. "I'm outie. Later, Vulpes." --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Elise hid back onto the roof just as she felt she was being watched. "Did he see me?" she wondered to herself. She promptly shook off that thought. They were too far up for him to get a good look. She sighed as she lounged on a one of the chairs, soaking up the sun. She heard some noises coming from the pool. She looked over just in time to see Joan and James surface to get air before diving back down. "Hehe. I know what they're about to do," she chuckled out, closing her eyes as she sunbathed. --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Joan barely got a breath in before landing into the pool, letting herself sink to the bottom of the 10ft. deep end. She looked to her left in time to see Elise's tail being pulled out the water, then back up to see James dive in. When their eyes locked on him she began her clicks and whistles. Despite the species difference, they managed to learn how to communicate in the water with each other. "Now what the hell was that all about?!" she asked him, watching him swim down beside her. "What? I'm just messing around," James squealed back, swimming slow circles. "You could use a little more excitement in your life." "But does it involve the possible risk of drowning?" she snapped back, giving a firm look at the orca as he swam around her. "That's close to impossible, Love," James seemed to chuckle out. "I've seen you hold your breath for almost 20 minutes. At a full swimming pace." "That was when we first met," she squeaked out, blushing lightly. "I'm lucky if I can do half that." James slowed his circling, stopping behind the dolphin. "Well, you wanna see if it's true?" Joan gave an odd look towards him. "How so?" "I don't know. Maybe a little..." With that he reached around and rubbed softly on her belly. Joan gave out a squeal, a small amount of air escaping her blowhole. "Hey mister, watch those hands." "That's my intention. You know I always wanted to try this. So why not now?" Joan had to think about this for a moment before turning to face him. "Why not. But I think we might wanna get some fresh air before we do, hmm?" James gave a nod as they both pushed off the bottom of the pool. They surfaced for a moment to get a lung full of air before diving back down. Almost immediately James climbed onto her back, rubbing on hand on her belly, the other on a breast. This formed another squeal from Joan, her belly getting warm to the touch as she reached behind her and grabbed onto his rear. They continued their massaging on each other, dropping down and floating about two feet off the bottom. She pushed his hand away and effortlessly turned around to face him, running a finger along the bulge forming on his own belly. "So James," she clicked out, looking into his blue eyes. "You gonna be gentle on me?" James nodded lightly, the bulge getting larger. "Gentle, Love. I don't want you to drown, remember?" Joan smiled widely, clinging tightly to the orca. "Mmmmm...then we best get started, hmm? Don't want my buzz to die out." With that she slipped a finger into his slit, running a finger along his length. James gave off a squeal of his own, his shaft finally poking out and extending to its full length. Joan ran a hand gently along it before swimming up a little ways. She lined herself up with the orca, then looking down at him before giving a nod. James nodded back before giving a short stroke with his fluke, his momentum pushing his cock into Joan. She gave out a loud squeal of approval, wrapping his hands under his arms once he came up far enough. She then pulled herself down slowly along the entire length, hilting herself to him before looking into his eyes. "Gods, you're so big," she 'moaned' out. James just smirked out as he reached down and patted her belly, feeling it bulge out from the first few inches. "I know. Glad you like it. You ready?" "Not quite," she said quietly, clinging to him tightly as she worked her fluke. After a moment they slowly started to work their way around the deep end, James helping her move around and steer. After a few laps around James gave a surprised squeal as Joan began using her vaginal muscles to milk on his shaft. "Hey," he squealed out, "I thought you weren't ready?" "I lied. I just wanted to get a bit more adjusted before we did this." She continued to milk on his shaft, swimming towards a wall and leaning lightly against it. "Now." James took her cue and began a medium pace, using half of his large shaft to thrust. Joan gave out a low frequency squeal, continuing to massage his shaft as she pulled her head onto her shoulder. They stayed like this for what seemed like a few minutes, his shaft gliding with ease with the combination of the water and her juices. He nipped playfully at her neck, Joan clinging tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist. Each time he pushed in she wrapped tighter with her legs, pulling her in deeper every time. She then leaned next to his head, clicking softly to him. "Faster. I'm about to cum." "If I go faster," he softly squealed back, "I'm gonna blow. So your gonna need to stop the milking." She clamped down tightly before forcing herself to stop. "I'll try. Just be quick. You know I can't stop myself once I peak." "I know," James mentioned before pushing off the pool's side and swimming towards the middle of the water. He rolled onto his back and wrapped his arms around her before thrusting deeply into her, picking up his pace. Joan gave a heavy squeal, trying hard not to use her muscles as she felt his shaft rubbing against her most sensitive spot. She started to feel her lungs getting tight as her air supply was running thin. Her instincts told her to surface, but the pleasure ripping through her body was too much. She gave a couple of labored squeals, James taking the hint and swimming towards the top. He surfaced in a way so that both could get a fresh lungful before diving back down, thrusting harder into her. "Oh Gods, I'm.." Joan started to squeak out before throwing her head back into a moan, some of her air escaping out as she peaked. Her sex clamped down like a vice grip around his cock, causing James to squeal deeply as he finally gave up his load. James sunk down to the bottom of the pool, holding onto the bottlenose as they rode out their climax. "Oh Joan, that was amazing," James weakly said out, unwrapping her legs from around his waist. "Oh yes it was," she squealed, feeling his shaft slip out and retract. She then looked up to see the tail of an otter, along with a pool of a different liquid. "And looks like we gave someone a good show." James gave a chuckle, kissing her cheek gently. "Hoped they enjoyed it." --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- Elise sat on the edge of the pool, licking her juices off her fingers while looking into the water. Curiosity got the best of her and she decided to watch the mating, getting off to it in time with them. "Gods, that felt good," she moaned out to herself. But she still felt empty. She wanted something else. Even though this would be her third pool party, she never gotten laid. Hell, she'd be pushing four years since she last gotten penetrated by something other that her toys. "This year I'm going to change that," she thought to herself. "And that cute little lion could do the trick. She slowly stood and walked carefully back to the edge, looking over and not seeing him. But she did see the tuner cars that weren't there before. "I knew I heard them pull in. Guess cutie is rooming with Chris and Jen." A coy smile formed on her face as she grabbed her towel. She would start her plan soon enough.