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I.

Welcome back!

Here's home. Lonesome gravel road, palm leaves dancing, wind rustling by. Happy little trees and happy little clouds, then a happy little house tucked between them there on the ridge over long happy sandbanks and quiet little waves.

There's the sunset. All kinds of reds kicking back and stretched across everywhere, mostly, in every shade, unfettered by what hues the paint brush could ever tell. Nature unabridged. Sea, sky, and the lazy goodnight they bid each other.

Alola welcomes back its own not with a bang, but a yawn.

Lei holds the storm door open with his ass while he grapples for the knob and jostles a better grip on the two stuffed duffel bags slipping down his shoulder. Got the kind of haircut maintained every week, swept so breathy over his scalp but faded cool and comfy down the sides. Oversized foreign logo tee, but the strap of his bag tugs it tight and cozy over a kind of pleasant surprise honed underneath. Shorts and sandals, sunny disposition deep all over his skin. Six foot and big feet.

In the moment of his most minor struggle, Haydee and Kaui are both good back here. They leave him to it, just take a long watch. He's got this happy little sitch handled.

Except it's not so happy. Even that blank expression on his lips is mustered as he shoves open the door.

“We're home!"

Two steps inside, bags dumped, and the first groan offered with a stretch of his spine. Lei grabs a pinch of his shirt and flaps it in waves, gives himself a breeze. He sighs.

Kaui, professional Lycanroc, moseys in next hunched at the haunch. Big red eyes and floppy black ears, trimmed a little more stylish than scruffy up her spine. She's got the curves and she's got the tufts, but they're tidied short enough for that rude look down the rest of her face to strut its shit clear as day. Or night. Pedantic, she's not.

She smirks. Takes her just a glance before her little tail gives a wag and her smart mouth starts its motor.

“They're not."

“Yeah, yeah, I could see their car gone, too... it's just tradition." Lei swivels his neck, cracks the kinks gently. “Out shopping, maybe. Movie. Felt like a fancy dinner. Who knows."

Haydee enters next at a posture never needs fixing, pleasant but for the sweat under the fur of her brow. Delphox, you see. She suffers. Her coat's got the same trimmed inspiration, robe and sleeves shorn away from dragging in the breeze but still so thick under the island heat. Her first step inside heralds more a groan off her tongue.

Nah. Just basking in the relief under the living room's ceiling fan, still spinning. She's got no quip beyond it.

Thus, Lei and his ladies, back in the home court—here's the pro league doubles team returning triumphant. If only. Second place, actually. Closest they've gotten anywhere so far.

So close.

“You two do what you want," Lei says. “Don't break anything, please."

Kaui leans over and stoops a couple more inches, rubs out an itch on her cheek with Lei's shirt. Just how she do. Shakes it out after.

“—Yeah? And what's your plan, Mopes?"

Lei frowns now as he takes a better look around. Shrugs anyway.

“Clean up this pigsty, I guess. Give my folks a better surprise when they get back."

It's some cozy digs, at least—broken in, to be sure. Blinds corded up over the windows and a full yellow glow lighting up the dust in the air through them. Two matching stains on the coffee table, one by the corner of the sofa and another set in by the recliner just beside, dog eared novels piled as the centerpiece. Old furballs are still collected at the fringe of the white shag rug underneath.

Behind Lei as he just shakes his head at such, Haydee and Kaui turn their own attentions toward only each other.

They glare. Then share the same creeping grin.

Haydee's the first to break rank upon clearing her throat. She slips practiced fingers between the thicker fibers of her sleeve and pulls out her wand, just enough bulk left to hide it, and lays it across the motley keys and coins and mail stacked or sprawled over the console table by the door.

“Bath's all mine," she says, patting the messier fluff curled out her ears. “I still need to tidy myself up."

Kaui saunters ahead, wiping her hind paws only over the shag rug. “I'ma pillage the fridge. You're gonna need to go grocery shopping tomorrow." She flits lashes at Lei, smirks back at Haydee. “Maybe I'll get me a bath, too."

Haydee stands firm at the permanent high ground, a foot and half taller. “I'm not sharing the tub."

Kaui jerks a claw at the window toward the beach. “Fuck your tub. I mean a real bath."

“Take a towel with you, please," Lei says.

A shrug, and Kaui's gone anyway.

Lei hangs his head a moment. Sighs. He kicks off his sandals and shuffles forward, too, pauses where he clicks on the floor lamp by the recliner. The dingier corners of a well loved home light up all the plainer, and from there, some extra little skin flexes as Lei sets his arms akimbo. The ceiling fan tousles his hair in a gentle sort of back and forth ditty, sways the extra room in his shirt, and it's nearly that wistful look in his eyes from your favorite trashy romance as he surveys the damage, figures out where to start.

It won't be here.

Sidling quiet, nearly at tiptoe, Haydee takes one of his arms. Wraps hers around it. Lei looks to her, but he finds just as suddenly a finger at his lips. Haydee finds a quiet space for her own lips by his ear.

“Before you get too busy, mas-ter," she whispers, “I may need your help cleaning me. Would you mind?"

II.

Washroom's just down the hall.

Family photos, framed newspaper clippings, participation ribbons for junior island competitions pinned up and down the whole way between bedrooms and the linen closet before the bath's in sight.

Haydee sits prim and proper on a stool just outside the tub, hands in her lap, face bent forward as Lei sprays the showerhead down the back of her coat, cord looped around his elbow.

It's that sort of washroom. The blessed fancy kind. Tiled and waterproofed all over, slick metal drain sloped at the center, ready for some splashing before the soaking. Ready for a sense of royalty when treated like this, doted to hand and foot while a warm bath fills up beside.

Haydee hums as she tilts to the left, gives room for her other shoulder to be washed.

“Glad to be home again?"

Lei scrubs conditioner between fibers red and yellow, strong fingers reaching deep and down, massaging the tendons just out of her reach. Haydee's hum pitches from a tune to a sigh made fully content.

“You know it," Lei says. “Looking forward to a home cooked meal tonight, maybe."

Even in the washroom, there's another photo hung by the door Haydee can just see in the corner of her eye. Only she'll still take a peek at this one. Pimply faced teenager, bangs overgrown, holding up his first bronze-coated plastic trophy and giving the camera some straightlaced V-for-Victory beside his parents, both of them grinning with all the pride their boy hides under stoic youth. The little Rockruff on his shoulder mimics her trainer's demeanor, and the both of them forever think they must look so cool that unemotive.

“Feel better now?"

Lei scratches just the right itch at his each syllable. Haydee shivers the best way, hums again.

“Mm. So much. Your hands are lifesavers."

By the sound of his voice it's supposed to be with a chuckle, but Lei just says, “I'll bet."

He lowers the showerhead and washes off her lather, scrubs shallower, wider. Haydee straightens herself.

“It's okay to let yourself feel bad, you know."

Lei takes a step to the right, adjusts the spray while he washes. “What do you mean?"

Haydee looks up over her shoulder at him. Lei hasn't taken off his shirt and streaks of water have run full down the barrel of it. A firmer shape's coming revealed underneath, but Haydee locks eyes only with his deep brown.

“I lost right there with you, dummy," she says. “I know it hurts. You don't have to bottle it up again."

A smirk only Lei can craft so good natured matches her. He clicks off the showerhead and sets it back over the rack by the tub, squeaking the faucet off too before he squares up proper. “Yeah?"

Haydee slips around on the stool, faces him directly. She merely drips. The thicker parts of her dampened fur cling only tighter around her wrists, legs, hips, but all the curly tips up and down her curves flare up and smolder dry.

And nothing's cooled off the look in her eyes.

“Mhmm."

She pushes up. Even standing, she's so slight beneath Lei, chin lifted a breath away from his. A breath found so quiet now.

“So do me favor—"

One hand, still damp, cups him.

“—and let it all out for me."

Now Lei chuckles. Fingers drift over Haydee's shoulder again as her heat finds his cheeks the same, but he holds back anything closer.

“Yeah, that's more what I figured you had in mind."

“You've been in a mood ever since we lost the tournament," Haydee says. “Finally I have the chance to snap you out of it. You think I'd pass this up?"

She strokes. Smiles sultry.

“Come on. You need it."

Lei quiets to a mutter, lips still curled to that smirk. “I need to clean up my parents' squalor, too. I'm a responsible son now."

Haydee paws up his shirt, draws herself to tiptoe, nose to nose. “That can wait."

“It can, but it shouldn't."

“Because they could be home any time now...?"

“Exactly that."

“Exactly that…."

Their open lips have found just the single breath between each other now. Somehow they've both tilted in, drawn the gap to a close. Half-lidded flutters. Hands tightening. Fur tickling skin.

The erection rubbing between Haydee's fingers helps, too.

Lei grabs her nape. He pulls her into that sudden noisy embrace. One kiss, another, fast and hard. As gentle as they played a moment before, now their kiss finds a frenzy, urged by a heat in their touch and a wet begging on their tongues in competition only for space, nibbling, biting, not pulling away until a rigid peak brushes between them both.

And just as sudden, Haydee breaks it. She pushes a hand over his chest, pushes their lips away, gasps her breath back into proper words: “Stop. This isn't right."

Lei pants, darts his gaze between her lips and her eyes.

“For real? Last words I expected from you."

Haydee looks away. Further down.

“That's not what I'm talking about."

She sinks to her knees. Her skirt flops with her to a messy sprawl over the warm, wet tiles, circling her form like a halo getting only hotter, but her attention fixes to where she grasps herself steady, pulling down Lei's shorts all at once, springing him loose.

She looks back up just a second, mutters, “I want this to be all about you tonight."

The next kiss smothers just his tip. Lei shudders. Clawed fingers slender and careful circle his shaft and Haydee laps at him, offers up the animalistic side of her lust through her tongue.

“You're so tense," she whispers. She licks down the shaft. “Just… relax."

Lei grabs the hem of his shirt, tugs it over just his abs—he gives her room to work. Sighs inward. “You've got a funny way of making me relax."

She doesn't hear a word. Haydee brushes her hands into better position, braces one against Lei's thigh, cradles the other around his sac. Her nostrils brush over them first before her tongue gets a chance. She suckles him gentler, laps little kisses all over the wrinkles growing taut for her, purses her lips and churns him thicker inside, surely.

“Musky," she pants. Sucks him in, rolls her tongue all over the underside, and pops him loose. “I can't get enough of that—mm—taste. You're going to cum so much for me…."

Shudders. Stomach twisting in harder breaths already, and Lei kind of chuckles, “Jeez. Not going to have to check under your mattress for the dirty mags you must be getting this from, am I?"

Haydee pulls back toward his tip, dabs one more precious lick over him.

“That depends. How much are you hoping I already learned?"

She pushes back to her feet. Lei kicks off his shorts the rest of the way, gives those glutes some air, and Haydee hums again as she tugs him around, turns them both as she presses against ceramic on the wall splashed warmer. She lifts the skirt of her robe, clutches it higher in ticklish rumples the whole way until the dripping underneath is better visible than all the water still soaked down her spine. It's all the impetus Lei needs for his next throb. He steps closer around her, stares down from inches above.

“Kaui's going to get jealous again," he whispers.

“She should," Haydee says, nudging her hips toward his, edging that entrance made slick against his tip, rubbing—drawing him back with her. “That Druddigon she was flirting with at—mm—after the tournament… I took him instead. It was so—hah—easy."

Her back's against the wall, but Lei keeps pressing. Haydee clenches her eyes shut, fingers grasping at empty air, and she hisses and whimpers, but Lei holds his breath and keeps pressing. She spreads around him. Knees weaken, but when the last inch reaches inside her—only then Haydee dangles her tongue at her lips, flutters her eyes back to his, moans for him.

“You're so much bigger than he was, Lei…."

Lei grunts. “Heh—yeah, I'm sure."

The big boy smiles finally, but he stays silent inside Haydee a moment longer, breathy only on the outside. That good nature glows down at her. “You two are terrible. I don't know how you still get along in battle."

Haydee simpers. “Isn't it obvious? We want to win, too."

She pushes to slender tiptoe just the moment to smooch him, grabs a better hold around that shirt.

“Now seriously, fuck me."

Smiles mingle.

Then the thrusts take over.

There is no warmup. Lei plants one hand flat against the wall and throws himself back into Haydee, knuckles whitening, breath catching over her cheek. He plows her. Take a peek down and there's the first two inches of pulsing skin and bone yanked out, thick as it gets, then blink and it's gone. Smacked someplace deep enough that only it gets to reach.

The moments Haydee hangs on for dear life are spent in a chorus, fingers dragging precarious over Lei's spine, tongue given up on sanctity, gasps and moans spilling louder and cheaper than her pride is supposed to allow. Every fresh meaty thrust pumps her the inches with it, shoves her back onto sloppy sudden tiptoe every second.

“So big," Haydee gasps. “Harder, Lei—! Train me from the start again!"

Jostling their rhythm, Lei grabs one of Haydee's legs and lifts her knee over his arm, trapping her even better in his grip as he slams back inside. Pounds her flat like between a rock and a hard place, doesn't let her free for a second—he squeezes her inside and out, flexes every bulge involuntarily, growls his needs through every breath.

“Close," Lei grunts. “So close—!"

Everything tightens. Haydee's nearly off the floor, the fewest toes left still scraping the earth, but she gives up gravity to a happy little whimper.

“Let it all out," she says. “Fill me up, Lei—cum for me."

Soaked folds welcome him all the way, barest black fibers rub firm against softer pubic tangles, and Lei musters himself deep as he goes. Shoves Haydee the inch higher and gives her a throne of terra firma upon his body alone, nestles her tight as she gets.

An electric shiver runs down her spine the same as his ragged, desperate gasp. A warm pulse thickens inside her, pumps loose. Lei holds taut through this longest moment. Slows, pants.

Haydee's toes quiver all together, all too strangely comfortable dangling in the air. She pants lower, sighs, hugs him as close as he needs above and below, loosens her claws around his shirt.

She leans in, too, laps twice at his nape while Lei still collects his breath.

“Feel any better?"

Lei gasps once more. Swallows.

“Little bit."

“Little better than Kaui could handle, maybe?"

Haydee's grin preens for her. Lei leans in next.

“You're both great," he whispers. “Sorry."

Even so, Haydee shrugs. Lei lets up, lets her down, and her first step back on the floor is steadied only by her hold on him. She pulls back, but only then nuzzles against his chest. His shirt's gotten nearly as wet as she. Clingy, but it gets a broader smile out of her, at least.

“Then you go get to cleaning, and I'll take my bath now," Haydee says. “You know where to find me if you need to feel a little bit better again."

III.

Someone lose their dog out here?

Don't mind that wet trail of sand leading in from the back porch. Kaui doesn't, and she's the one who tramped it in here.

Consider that fridge long over, you see. She eats fast. Big appetite for such a small lady, don't you know.

But somehow, that trail is the first thing Lei seems to notice. Second arm poking through a clean new shirt, eyes cast down his whole stroll into the living room, following something like the distinct shape of pawprints trudging their way through the hall and back onto the shag rug and up onto the sofa—where Lei's frown gives pause to the smirk Kaui shivers back at him.

Paws mucked up in wet globs and grains stashed between every toe, sure, but above that, Kaui's tugged her knees tight in front of her chest, ends of her paws poked off the edge of the cushion, thighs shaking like her teeth. Her whole mane is soaked up her spine, splayed heavy all around the stone past her skull and the points at her ribs. The light tufts at her cheeks drip and droop straight down.

“Hey, bud," she says. “Fuggin' c-cold out there, actually."

Lei rustles one hand through his hair. Breathes in, mostly out. Straightens up.

“Forgot where we keep the towels already?"

“Nah," Kaui says. She keeps that smirk to a champion's standard. “Grab me one? Kinda n-need it."

Lei shakes his head, turns back for the hall. But not before Kaui says again, “Hey."

Just a glance back to her. She eyes him lower, nods through the shivers.

“Nice d-duds."

Lei glances down a second more to his new shirt and damp shorts both.

Kaui gleams.

In a minute more he sits beside her, far enough to avoid her mess while close enough to swaddle and scrub her too in a long fluffy towel, almost a blanket wrapped around her knees and hock joints like that.

“Ain't cleaned much, huh?" she says.

It's mostly the frown still creeping over Lei. He ruffles the towel over Kaui's ears, bobs them up and down and all around.

“Not yet."

“Hmm." Kaui pushes up into his grip, rubs opposite his strokes. “You get the pussy or the ass in there?"

Lei pulls back a second. Kaui grins. Lei… rolls his eyes, sighs. Keeps drying her.

“How about you find a nicer way to ask?"

Kaui shrugs through his motions.

“That ho suck your dick?"

“Don't call her a ho."

“Okay. Bitch suck your dick yet?"

“Kaui."

“Aww," Kaui coos. All the growly tones of her voice go singsong. “You know I don't mean it like that…."

She locks her gaze on his. The sun's long since set, and now the sole light in the room comes from the floor lamp, glowing high over them both. Fangs shine in the corners of Kaui's grin, then every other word comes back with a bite.

“'Cause I'm still your only little bitch, right?"

Lei raises one eyebrow.

“Are you through with the daddy stuff?"

It's not quite as sweet when Kaui simpers, but she's got her own style to it.

“Whatever you want, dickface."

With a dry splash of mane made newly frizzy, Lei whips the towel off from her.

“Then fine," he says. “You can still be… that."

Kaui shakes anyway, eyes shut tight as she sprays the last droplets where she missed any furniture the first time around. Lei wipes the crook of his elbow over his face, but the dour in his lips has mellowed out already. He takes her leg closest to him and brushes the towel around its filthy paw next.

“You're not mad your little bitch made a mess?" Kaui says.

“No," Lei says. “Because you're going to help me clean it in another minute."

The smirk creeps back.

“Am I?"

She slinks her remaining beach-addled paw the other direction, wiping slow and deliberate across the cushion next to hers. It's three inches over before Lei snatches her by the ankle, leaned all the closer all of a sudden to her huddled mass.

He stares down those slimmed bright eyes just fine.

“You better."

Kaui proffers no retreat.

“You gonna make me?"

Lei drops the towel, pokes one thumb back at the front door.

“Might not be alone long enough."

Kaui pokes one claw higher the same direction.

“Motion sensor. Light comes on, you pull out. Fuck me faster. Whatever. Frumples was tryna cheer you up from the tourney, right? But you're still pouty as shit."

“I don't need constant sex to cheer me up."

“Well, maybe I do."

Like with a lump in her throat, Kaui looks away and swallows it back down. Lei lets her ankle go and she tugs it back in front of her chest. Not directly at him, but she flashes a tiny vicious smirk anyway.

“Still a li'l cold here, y'know…."

Littlest as the shivers come now, she's still got the energy for an attitude.

So Lei shoves her over.

Kaui topples over the far end of the sofa, paws sprawling to catch herself too late as she lands with a poof into the cushion. And when she rolls to her back, looks up—she meets Lei's eyes again right over hers.

He's lost the frown. He's found something much sterner. Bangs sweeping over his brow just so, unfixed, and now he brooks no disagreement.

“Turn over."

Finally. That smirk wiped off her mug. Just a quivering little grin given up.

Kaui complies.

Over her own damp makings, she twists onto her stomach and tucks her limbs close beside herself, sprawled and held tight all together. She restrains the inherent squeak when Lei grabs her by the toes first, wraps his towel back around the last of her gunk. Not even Kaui risks a quip through the quiet of his unhurried work.

And when the towels whips back off, she hears next that unmistakable shuffle of polyester sneaking down skin. Warm, thick hands press down on her either prone side, rattle her lungs even looser.

Kaui's lips part to a silent gasp as she feels Lei's highest point spread between her lower cheeks.

She sucks the breath back in. Mumbles, “You can… take me hard as you want, okay…?"

“Not your ass," Lei says. He pulls one hand back to her cheeks and squeezes one tighter around himself, rubs firmer between her involuntary bounces, bumps a new kind of wag past her tail. Grunts, “But you better be wet already."

“I am," Kaui squeaks quicker. “My pussy's always ready for you."

The glistening's in plain sight down her mound already, right? But Lei toys with her at his pace now. He uses her to rub to his peak. Refuses to enter her at anything less.

Kaui is captive, but that only bubbles fresh little moans out her throat.

“Come on," she pants, “you want me to beg for it…? Make me beg for it."

Lei releases her buttock and lifts himself—not off, but up. He keeps his other arm pillared between Kaui and the sofa's edge, gives her just a bit more room in her new cage.

“Spread yourself," he says.

Even through that grin, Kaui obeys with a whimper. She pulls her knees in, spreading her legs by lifting her whole hindquarters, looking back, cheek bracing snug against the cushion as she reaches both paws underneath herself.

Another squeak. She parts her folds to a noise slick as her own little moan, and Lei presses against that personal welcome before she can even put on a show.

Then he presses inside. Slow, at first. He's as thick as she can manage—Kaui holds fast, groans, struggles not to compress against his entering even as he takes her by the waist, tugs her into place with him. They journey into the squeeze together. Then a hitch in her throat, a flattening against that bouncy flesh—and they complete.

Some small part of Kaui relaxes, quivers.

“You got every inch in there?" she gasps. “Missin' the knot, so you gotta cum real deep in me, okay? Mess me up."

“Something in the water, I swear…" Lei mutters.

Kaui ignores him, swallows hard for her next breath.

“Come on, big guy—breed your little bitch."

For once, it's Lei who complies. Gives her a taste of that same smirk right back.

He holds her tight for the true fucking. He rails down into her at the kind of slant reserved for forcing his load deep, grabs at the small of her back in damp, thick bunches. Every thrust scrapes her every inch, pokes her deeper than anything ever could every time he bottoms out. He shoves his bone in and her tongue lolls the motion out.

“Maybe it's—hahf—good you never got a real girlfriend," Kaui pants. “What'd she say—oohf, hah—if she saw you fuckin' your own dog like this?"

Lei adjusts a moment, hops his hand over from the cushion, grabs Kaui's shoulder with it. He pins her almost uncomfortably tight for his own support.

“But this isn't sex," he huffs. “Remember? This is just breeding."

Whatever look Kaui held before—now it melts. Every wet fiber down her spine lights up under his grasp and she gives him back breathy howls, throaty, girlish and animal and fully submitted.

And he goes even harder.

“Ye-hess!" she cries, breaths fucked back and forth. “Knock—your li'l—bitch—up!"

Lei pulls the hand over her waist higher, grabs her next by the tail. She yelps, but if anything she's trying her hardest at shoving her pussy right back over him, slopping him inside herself. Slick. Hot. Deep.

“Better 'n Haydee—'m the only bitch you need—! Fuggin' knot me, Lei! Do it anyway!"

Lei grunts at pace with her, grins mean, plowing greater than even she needs.

“You wanna—want a litter that bad?"

“Yes—! Your litter!"

Lei thrusts. He pounds her closer yet. Looks her straight in the eye over his shoulder high above, growls lower than even her.

“Then don't spill a drop."

A seize, and then in Kaui, too, a thick surge spreads her pussy the widest yet, bleaches her walls hot and creamy. Lei groans, breathes—gasps all over again. Every muscle keeps him pushed deep the minute after, holds Kaui down, and she only rasps through the slightest drool out her open lips.

The desperation in their lungs subsides together, quieting slow.

Kaui swallows back her breath first. Bundles one paw into what she can of a fist, mutters, “Still got it…."

Takes a try or two before he's steady, but Lei pulls off and out of her with one more big sigh. Kaui winces, rolls her shoulder nice and slow the moment after, then grunts and twists her knees back around, rolls all her slick sweetness back over again. Tummy presented, pussy pumped. And all that sweetness sours so quick as she smirks.

Lei wipes his bangs back off his face and grunts, “We good? All done?"

Kaui shakes her head, pushes herself up on shaky paws.

“Look at that fuckin' mess. C'mere, Chubs."

Pretty good mess, though. Kaui props her legs behind herself and leans in under Lei's cock, licks her long, wet tongue around his and her juices both. Slurps him tidy. He hisses, and with that sweetness in her eyes gone sour, keeping his gaze, she sucks the tip for that.

“Haydee never take you like that, did she?" Kaui mumbles, popping off long enough just for the words. “Can't keep her pussy that tight… c'mon, you can say it."

“What? I'm not saying that. The hell's gotten into you two?"

Kaui pauses her suckle. “Nah, seriously. She ain't here. She don't have to know. We both know who you really need on your dick, right?"

Lei sighs, scratches her ear anyway. He's still comfy right here.

“I'm not going to start ranking my partners for either of your sakes."

“Fuck, man. Whatever." Kaui rolls her eyes. Laps his softer shaft once more. “Even if you're too much of a fuckin' chauvinist to believe it, can you just say I'm the one with the pussy most bomb so Haydee knows I win?"

Lei pulls away from her ear. He narrows his gaze, stares her down not quite the same as in their sexual throes.

“Knows you win what?"

Kaui stops. Keeps as still as she can, just about, but purses her lips. Consider her words carefully.

“A warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart?"

Lei twists his legs off from the sofa and grabs his shorts from the floor, hopping back in one leg at a time as he raises his voice.

“Haydee! Team meeting in the living room, now!"

IV.

Hey, now everybody's gotten wet.

Smoldered further dry, Haydee in the recliner. Towel mostly under her vag now, Kaui on the sofa. Lei paces.

“Is this another competition?" he says. “Sexual, this time? Really? What the hell kind of benchmark were you even using me as?"

Haydee crosses her arms, grumbles something meaner before she mutters toward Kaui, “Of course you're the one who tipped him off."

Kaui mimes back the same expression. “Of course you're the one fuckin' passive-aggressive on my ass."

“Cut the bullshit! If you want to fuck, clearly I'm down for it, but I'm not some giant meat puppet for you two to compare your skills on. What was the goddamn contest?"

“Who the better lay was, dipshit," Kaui says. She frowns toward the window. “Least one of us could win that much."

Lei quits his pacing. He squares up on both his teammates, but then only sighs.

“So this really wasn't about cheering me up."

He hangs his head, strides over beside Kaui on the sofa. Takes a heavy seat, thumps the rest of the cushions with him.

“I'm sorry, Haydee, Kaui. Guess I should have seen that one coming."

Haydee says, “What?"

“You're right, I was pretty bummed," Lei says. “And because of that, I totally didn't think about how you two might be feeling. Of course you'd be—"

Kaui boops a paw over his lips, hushing him. He looks back up to her, but it's not some gentle smile reassuring him in this moment—her fanged frown's just noped the fuck out.

“No, dude," she says. “Don't. Nyet. Nah. This was just a fuck comp."

“Obviously we didn't like losing the tournament either," Haydee says, eyebrow raised. “We just thought that due to the circumstances, this was the opportune time to decide who really owns your cock."

Lei parses. He pulls away Kaui's paw.

“I do!"

Kaui pulls back into her huddle, smirks again. “You think you count? That's real cute."

Lei swipes back through his hair. “So this whole time, whoever fucked me better was supposed to get dibs on me? That's it?"

Haydee crosses her legs, smiles. “What's a contest without a prize?"

“Well, guess the contest's over now, because neither of you won. Officially. Null and void, nice try."

Kaui kicks soft at his arm, sinks lower against the sofa. “Nah."

“Or," Haydee says, “maybe we just need to expand the participants by one."

She stares right at him. Takes a second, but this time Lei only rolls his eyes.

“I said I'm not a meat puppet."

“Hey, why not," Kaui says. Her fangs glimmer. “I'm down for another player."

Already Lei pushes up from his seat, rubs his neck. Paces one more time.

“Goddammit. So if we go one more round, and I win, the grudge match is over?"

A push against the recliner, and Haydee pushes off the same. She strolls over beside Lei, strokes his shoulder. “'Over' is such a strong word."

Kaui pulls the corners of her towel away from her hips. “You tellin' me Junior's got a couple more rounds in him?"

“Hell no he doesn't," Lei says. “And I don't need him to. Fine. Both of you, on the sofa."

Haydee brushes her tail around his ankle before she sits down on the other side from Kaui, crossing her leg again. Kaui scoots a space farther away.

“Over the back," Lei says. “If we're doing this, you two are presenting. Go."

Now it's Kaui who moves quick, lets that smirk say all she's thinking. She turns and clambers her upper half over the back of the sofa, hock joints poking up the extra inch over her cushion, ass hanging out already. Dripping here or there. Smooth little curves on proud display. No shame.

Haydee adjusts slower. She frowns for the moment, takes a second for a rude glance over at Kaui, then twists one knee and presses over her side the same, wrists over the back. She rests higher than Kaui, gets the leverage to look back over her shoulder at Lei.

At a sight like that, Lei takes his time. Smiles again. He slips hands over his shirt first this time, pulls it over his head, discards without a care. Then his shorts, just in case. He swings something firmer than flaccid even after previous efforts applied.

And he presses one knee into the space between them. One primed ass on either side of him, and he settles between their mutual lift.

“I win, and this is over," he says.

Haydee mutters, “We have to agree upon the winner."

Lei slinks toward her first, leans but a moment to hike her skirt up.

“You agree I win," he whispers, “and this is over."

He presses two fingers inside them both at once. Ticklish at first over the gentle caress of fur, then tight. Warm.

Squirmy. Kaui huffs already, but Haydee only clenches.

“Shit," Kaui says. “Still got you in us, y'know…."

Sticky here and there, sure—but Lei says, “And now I'm in you again. Got a complaint?"

Kaui shakes her head hard. Her tufts whap against her cheeks.

Haydee turns her nose up, just about. She says, “No tongue? I'm—not impressed yet."

Lei strokes deeper, mounts each thumb over their clits. They grip him tight, but he clenches back, rubs. Walls still too sensitive to resist the impulses he pushes within them.

Haydee hitches her breath. “Better…."

Pressing into a firm hold inside and out, Lei says, “Did you two even get off at all earlier?"

Kaui rumbles around his fingers, thrusts herself just the inch deeper over him like she needs to show how badly she still wants it.

“Me!" she pants. “I did!"

“And Haydee…?"

“I said—"

Haydee digs her muzzle over the backing, grunts into it as he gropes her tighter.

“—it was all about you, and I meant it…."

Lei smirks. “And are you going to cum for me now?"

“Hah," Haydee gasps, her plainer smirk nothing like the same rutting she matches over his fingers. “Am I?"

Lei mutters, “Oh, I've heard enough of that tonight."

He takes them with a fervor, even like this. Even at simplest pleasure, he shoves fingers firm as they go and redoubles his efforts over their clitorises. He knows how they like it. Moans on either side, and the full strength in his chiseled arms pump into them one the same as the other, buck them that same inch back and forth at his whim.

“Closer—!" Kaui groans. “Gettin' it this time, mff—c'mon!"

Haydee grits her teeth the same, knuckles tightening. “Harder, Lei!"

Whether or not either realize it, Lei sees it plain. He grins, keeps going—just the little more—just what they need.

“Maybe now you two will get along outside of battle, too," he says, punctuated by their moans.

They're too close. The kind of faces they make for him, maybe he really does have a third round left in him.

Then two wet cries pierce beside him as each teammate clamps down on his digits. Haydee shrieks, Kaui growls and whimpers and howls out her throat all at once. Fresh juices spray all around Lei's grasp. In the seconds following he's the only one with lungs still working right, just about, but Haydee finds just the right words to squeak anyway.

Or are they hers?

“Oh, my god…."

A clatter echoes behind the group at this joyous moment. Lei turns back first, and there at the door are a man and a woman much older than he and not so jovial. One of them holding a restaurant's doggy bags from in town, the other a plastic home repair store bag—and the faint outline of a new outdoor light bulb packed inside.

They gape. Their son's dick out, his team soaked down splayed vaginas presented directly toward them.

Lei doesn't find much to say through eyes that wide. Haydee, the next to look back, shares that certain look of horror.

“Oh, hey," Kaui gasps next, glancing back the same. “We back. Second place. Kinda bummed. You gonna finish those?"