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In which a lion learns that, sometimes, things are improved with the sharing.

A group of friends spend a long Saturday together, and explore their relationship with one another in ways they never would have expected.

Legal stuff: Adults Only, any resemblance to any real people or other's characters, etc, is all purely coincidental. All characters mine. You know, the usual stuff.

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Blake growled, rolling away from the early dawn light let in through the open curtains.

The lion stretched, flexing claws and kneading the sheets, as the cool morning breeze, whispered promises of another hot summer day.

Kicking off the bedclothes, he let his legs drop over the edge, half falling half pushing up into a sitting position. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he flexed again, enjoying the tug of the carpet on his claws as his tail uncoiled, stretching out behind him.

Out of habit, more than any conscious choice, he stumbled from his bed to the adjoining bathroom. Brushing his teeth, rinsing, he paused to check his fangs, admiring the glinting threat they implied…

Dragging the heavy glass door of the shower aside, and stepping in, he waved a paw over the controls, summoning a cascade of steaming hot water from above as the door slid back closed. Arms out in front of him, paws resting on the cool marble of the wall, head down, he let the water pummel his shoulders and back. For a time he stayed still under the steaming deluge, taking measured breaths, finally coming to himself.

Pulling the shower-head from its mount beside him, the “rain" from above switched off. He thumbed the back of the shower head, switching over to a body wash and proceeded to work it into his fur. Taking his time, he soaped up from nose to toe, before switching back to rinse himself clean again. Taking a paw full of “Regal Mane" he worked up a lather, and started contemplating his weekend plans.

With dad out of town, and his little sister having agreed to spend the weekend camping (After only a bit of whining, and the promise of a movie night next week), that left the whole place to him and his friends.

The crew would be over in a few hours, and they had the run of the manor and grounds for the weekend. It was fine pool weather, and the bar was well stocked. Even so, he interrupted himself, maybe they would head out to Shakes for cocktails, or even that dive Drakes. They'd had a lot of fun last time.

Rinsing his mane, and working in some conditioner he grinned to himself. Not quite purring. Lions don't purr. Clover would be driving herself, so she'd likely show up a while before Rosario and Chance. Blake wondered if they might have enough time to get in a quick one before the others arrived. Chance was always up late, so the rat would likely have slept in again, giving them some extra alone time.

Pawing at his sheath, squeezing gently, he remembered the last time they'd shared this shower. Her kneeling in front of him, the feel of her paw as she gripped him, of her tongue on his shaft.

Stroking his rising erection, he remembered the sound of her soft moan as she took his length into her muzzle. He thought of how the water flowed down her pink fur, and the way it highlighted her generous curves. He remembered how she gazed up at him, long ears falling behind her, a look of need in her red eyes. Maybe they wouldn't have time… Maybe the would be on the couch, mid blowjob, when the others arrived. He imagined Rosario grinning, as she watched. He could just see the musclebound wolf slipping a paw into her pants to finger herself. How about Chance? Would the rat want to join in? Would he pull out that surprisingly big cock of his, and-

“Fuck." He shook himself out of it, still stroking himself a little as he struggled to cast aside the fantasy.

Quickly, he finished his final rinse, switching the shower over to drying. The walls seemed to growl as hot air swirled around him. He enjoyed the sensation of it blowing on his stills strident arousal. Like sunbathing nude. Best not to finish, he decided. Save that for when Clover could help.

Toweling off, to finish off what the showers drying couldn't catch, he sized himself up in the mirror. Flexing he growled with satisfaction as his muscles coiled visibly under his short, tawny, fur. Ebony claws glittered as he dragged them through his golden mane. He turned slightly, the better to show off the swell of his sheath, and the thrust slightly, enjoying the sensation of his balls swinging in response. His tail swished with satisfaction as he pulled the door open to stride back into his bedroom.

He examined the outfit laid out on his bed. A simple button up top of pale lime green silk had a soft summer feel, paired white linen pants. Nodding with approval, he dressed, then sauntered downstairs for breakfast.

Bethany was already at the table, a bowl of cereal mostly finished in front of her as she watched some cartoon on her tablet.

“Hey little B." He tugged her braid playfully.

She yelped and did her best to give him a dour glare. “Bethany." She pouted slightly.

“Sorry." He sat down across from her with an omelet and some strawberries. “Bethany. No more 'little' right?"

She nodded, with all the confidence of a little kid.

“Are you excited to go camping?"

“We're not going camping." She stirred the last few bits in her bowl.

“I thought you were going camping."

“We're 'camping out.' Which just means that we're going to be in Kara's back yard, in her silly tent. Our back yard is bigger! And they don't even have a pool."

“That's still camping… sort of…" he shrugged. “Like, practice camping."

“Can we camp here then!?" She perked up, tail flicking as she almost stood up in her seat. Kara's not that far away!"

“Not happening."

“Can't I just stay here." She looked up at him, green eyes as big as she could make them.

“Sorry kitten. I've got plans. We already talked about this."

“Is Clover coming over?"

He couldn't help but grin to himself. “Yeah."

“And Chance and Rosie?"

“Yes, and you know she doesn't like to be called that, right 'Little B.'"

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He did the same back at her.

“But I want to hang out with them!" she was clearing doing her best not to whine.

“Not this time."

Bethany crossed her arms and pouted.

“Next time kiddo. Remember? Movie night."

She brightened, nodding, but kept her arms crossed in protest.

Having successfully distracted her by asking about the cartoon on her tablet, and with breakfast cleared away, Blake led the way out to the living room. Soon he was sprawled out on one of the couches, half paying attention to whatever he was scrolling past on his phone. Bethany sat on the floor, intent on whatever it was she was doing in her video game, projected against the far wall.

The one-two cords of the door chime startled Blake who had started to drift towards napping in the morning sun. He caught himself hopping up, though Bethany did her best to pretend like she didn't hear it. She concentrated on the screen in front of her, the ruse given away by the way her ears perked and swiveled towards the door as her character idled on the screen.

“Blake?" Clover leaned in through the arched doorway to the foyer, electric blue hair a sharp contrast to her light pink fur. The rabbit's long ears turned, tracking with her eyes as she looked around the room.

“Hey hon." Blake had quickly rearranged himself on the couch, looking as relaxed as he could.

Bethany, on the other hand, maintained none of his cool. Jumping up, nearly tossing her controller, she dashed across the room to cling to Clover's leg.

“Oh! Hey kitten." Clover laughed, prying the young lioness off, just long enough to drop her backpack, lean down, and give her a proper hug. “I thought you were away all weekend."

“Blake said I could stay!" She bounced a little.

“Oh did he?" Clover looked over at him. She was wearing a bikini top, and a simple flowing wrap around her waist. She looked like she could have walked right out of a fashion magazine's “summer styles" issue.

“Sure did not!" He chucked a pillow at his little sister's head, and missed. It bounced off her leg.

“Bethany." Clover looked down at her disapprovingly.

“Kara's mom is going to be here to pick me up soon." She hung her head a bit.

“Ok kitten. Don't pout… Pouty kittens don't get presents." She held up a crumpled old paper bag.

“Presents!?"

Blake sat up. There was nothing that made his little sister quite as excited as a gift from Clover, though it was mostly just old hand-me-downs. Didn't really matter, he supposed. Whatever got her to cheer up and clear out without too much fuss.

“I found this top of mine, that I thought you might like." She pulled out a tied off tank top in an eye-bleeding shade of neon pink.

“Aaah! It's so pretty!" Bethany practically squeaked, the pitch of her voice threatening to shatter a crystal vase on the mantle.

“And now, this one is very special."

Bethany, clutching the shirt to her chest, looked at her with an expression of awe, unsure if something could be more special than what she'd already been given.

“I know you liked that perfume I wore the other day…"

The little lioness nodded, lips parting in anticipation.

Clover pulled a small glass bottle out of the bag with a stopper decorated in blue and pink glitter. “So I made some just for you."

Bethany took the little bottle with the sort of reverence and seriousness usually reserved for sacred relics. “Really? Just for me?"

“Just for you. “

Bethany beamed at her, fairly vibrating with excitement.

“Now it's strong stuff, so you need to be careful. Just a tiny bit is enough, ok?" She held out her paw, “I'll show you how to put it on."

Bethany handed the treasure back, rapt.

“Here." She pulled the top off, and taking Bethany's paw in her own, set the opening against one of her pads. Flipping it upside down, then back quickly, she showed her how to dab it drop or two under her ear, and under her chin. “There you go. That's it."

Taking the precious bottle back, Bethany exploded across the room, clearing the edge of the couch to land on her big brother.

He huffed as she knocked the wind out of him, catching his breath, the smell of strawberry and rose tickling his nose.

“Isn't it beautiful!" She didn't so much ask, as declare.

“Lovely kitten." He chuckled, “Now go put it away, you don't want to lose that camping."

“Oh no!" She shook her head, and then with somewhat more dignity there her previous charge, jogged away, presumably to stow it somewhere in her bedroom.

“And how's my big boy doing today?" Clover smiled, hips swishing as she crossed the room towards Blake.

He shook his head a little. So fucking sexy. She made her old bikini and a bit of cloth she'd picked up at a second hand store look as stylish a designer label evening gown.

“Better now." He grinned.

She started to lean down to give him a kiss, but he caught her behind her knees and pulled her onto the couch, straddling him. She squeaked, a surprised laugh, before her muzzle met his. He kissed her, and she draped her arms over her his shoulders, kissing him back.

“Mmm…" She broke the kiss, slowly. “You beast."

He couldn't help but smile, paws slipping up under her wrap to squeeze her cheeks, making her tail flick. “Maybe we've got a little time before the crew arrives?"

“The kitten'll be back in a moment, and they're already on their way. They should be here any minute now." She bopped his nose gently.

“They're never on time…" He gave her his best smoldering look.

“You're as bad as your kid sister." She laughed, hopping off of him. “But hey… It's a long weekend…" She turned away, her tail flicking as she looked back over her shoulder at him. “I'm sure we'll find a way to fit… something in."

True to her estimation, only a few minutes later, a low rumble announced the arrival of Rosario and Chance.

Bethany was already at the door, as they were let in.

“Hey kiddo." She patted the young lionesses head. A grey wolf, she wore a simple tube top, and sweatpants, giving her a “lounging at home" casual air, while showing off her impressive muscles. Broad shouldered, and tall, she had the build of a fighter. Her longer fur softened some of the sharp lines, unlike Blakes more chiseled abs, but there was no mistaking her ready strength.

“Hi miss Rosario." Bethany tolerated the patting, waving up at her. “Hi Chance."

“G'morning." Chance half yawned. His carefully coiffed hair a bit tussled, he had clearly been napping in the car on the ride over. The white furred rat looked almost tiny next to his constant companion, though he was fit in his own right. Cutoff shorts and a mesh crop top did just as much work to show off his lithe build as it did to cover him.

“Hey… It's Sarah, right?" Rosario nodded to the maid who had been holding the door open. An older doe, she wore a white and black, carefully ironed and starched uniform, in the frilly french style. Her eyes widened, just a bit, with uncertainty, before she nodded. “I am well ma'am."

Chance nodded at Sarah as well, flashing a tired smile, as he followed Rosario through the foyer.

“Why don't you get a hybrid?" Blake chuckled, looking out the bay window at Rosario's beast of a car, parked just off the gravel drive.

“It is a hybrid." She flashed a fanged grin. “Half muscle car, half truck."

“Could get an Ele- conversion."

She shrugged. “Yeah, but when something breaks, I can fix this one myself."

“Are you ready to go, Little Miss?" The doe stood at attention next to the packed and waiting duffle bag. “I believe your ride has arrived." Indeed, a graceful black sedan was rolling to a silent stop on the white gravel of the turnabout, a sharp contrast to the faded blue paint of Rosario's “hybrid", with it's red rust patches and primer grey doors.

“Do I have to?" Bethany was careful not to pout, but nonetheless both of them looked over at her brother.

“Kitten. We already talked about this." He reached out, offering a hug. “Come on."

She trudged across the carpet to him, giving him a sulky hug.

Clover followed, squeezing her gently. “Have fun camping."

“Ok."

Rosario patted her head again as she passed.

Chance, more awake by the moment, knelt down to give her a hug as well. “Oh wow." He glanced over at Clover. “Well don't you smell a delight?"

Bethany brightened visibly, despite herself. “Clover made it for me!"

Chance's big ears dropped dramatically, and he feigned a wounded pout of his own. “She hasn't made ME any, and I've been asking."

“Only good girls get treats." The pink furred rabbit cocked a hip, giving her best “school warm" finger wag.

“Well how did you get any?" Chance volleyed back.

“Hush you." She tried not to laugh.

“Come on sweetie." Sarah collected Bethany from between them. “Don't want to keep your friends waiting."

The young lioness followed, but paused at the door to turn, “Have fun!" she waved “Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone."

“We'll be good." Clover waved back.

“No we won't." Blake whispered, smiling, as he gave his bunny lover's tail puff a squeeze and a playful tug, eliciting a quickly suppressed squeak.

Bethany, the doe maid following with her bags, finally relented and hopped down the stairs towards her friend's car.

“What do you want to do now?" Blake flopped back onto one of the couches, surveying his friends happily.

“How about we hit the gym?" Rosario pulled an arm across her front, stretching.

“How'd I know you'd say that?" Blake laughed. Clover rolled her eyes a bit.

Chance shrugged. “I could use a bit of a go. Wake me up and all."

“Why not?" Blake shrugged, standing again and leading the way, down the hall toward the back of the manor.

While the front facade retained the classic look of the original building, the rear facing was newer. Clean, straight lines, and open spaces. The back wall of the workout room was all window, overlooking the rolling hills and the strip of forest that snaked through their acreage. Below them the pool glittered blue in the late morning sun, the heat of the day already visible in the haze that seemed to bend and shimmer over the hills.

With the practiced efficiency of familiar work, Rosario and Blake started setting up their weight benches. A paw waved over the screen to log in, it pulled up their respective profiles. Previous weight settings and rep countdown.

“All this fancy tech…" The wolf mumbled, hooking her lift bar into place."

“Don't need a spotter." Blake offered.

“Still fancy. Could just be a bar and some weights."

Blake shrugged, unbuttoning his shirt, as he sat at the edge of his bench.

Across the room, near the wall of windows, Clover rolled out a yoga mat, while Chance gazed out over the hills.

“Fuck me… this place." He mumbled, tail flicking.

“What?" Blake looked up.

The rat turned, ears falling a bit. “It's… Just, you know, beautiful. The view."

“Thanks." Blake beamed, before laying down and picking up his bar. “I guess you haven't been bake here much."

Chance shook his head.

“Usually it's just Rosie," Blake pointed a thumb over his shoulder at her, “when she's here early before we go out." He glanced over his shoulder at Rosario, but either she hadn't heard what he called her, or didn't mind. “You're going to enjoy hanging out here." He promised.

With a quick tug, and a twist, Clover pulled her wrap off, folding it and setting it to one side of her mat. In just her bikini, after a few quick stretches, she set about a series of smooth flowing motions, contorting though a practiced series of complex bends and poses. Blake had to make an effort not to watch, as she coiled and folded in all sorts of intriguing ways. Particular with her bikini straining to cling in place as she arched back like that…

Chance levered himself up onto one of the exercise bikes facing out towards the view he had been admiring before, and started peddling, building pace.

Beside him at the other weight bench Rosario was already grunting her way through her first set. Blake did his best to concentrate on his own form and he pushed the bar up, though a long exhale, held it, then lowered it back.

Breathing.

Form.

Lift.

Breathing.

Form.

Lift.

There is a rhythm to exercise that can steal the time away, and let the world around you fade.

Breathing.

Form.

Lift.

Breathing.

Form.

Lift.

The gentle chime of the bench computer told him that he had finished his first set. He took a break, standing to stretch and drink some ice water.

“Thanks." Rosario said, with a note of something tense, as she accepted a glass of water garnished with a wheel of lemon from the offered tray. “Antonia?"

The maid smiled, before catching herself, and setting her ears flicking back to a neutral attentiveness. She stood up, one hand absently readjusted her frilled skirt as she balanced the tray on the other. Her zebra stripes complimented the aesthetic of her black and white uniform. “Ma'am." She proceeded her round of the room, offering water to each, before cycling again to collect the glasses.

Clover had clearly grown bored of her workout, and was leaning against the window wall with a book in paw that she had procured from… somewhere. Chance had his head down, though his thick tail was still flicking in rhythm to his peddling, keeping up a steady pace.

Rosario was already laying back down, preparing for another set.

“Increase resistance." She commanded the machine. “Eighty Five." She settled in, then with a growling grunt, started a slower rep.

Blake looked down at his own readout. Set at seventy-five kilograms. “Increase resistance." He echoed “Eighty Five."

Laying back, he took a deep breath, then biting back a grunt of his now, started lifting.

“You don't need to do that." She half chuckled, half grunted, through another lift.

“No problem." He grunted back, pushing through a second smooth lift.

“Be careful."

“I'm fine." He pushed the bar up again, holding. “In fact… Increase resistance. Ninety." He could feel the strain. It wasn't his heaviest lift at all, but he was already a set in. His arms and back burned, and he had to concentrate on not clenching hard enough to dig his claws into the matting under the bench.

“Ok.. Ninety." The wolf grunted, adjusting her own bench again.

And they were away.

“Five. Six. Seven. Eight…"

The benches counted off with them.

“Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty… Twenty-one…"

Blake could fee the burn in his arms. His fur was matting with sweat and the soft spice of his fur wash was quickly being overtaken by the scent of his own exertion. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Rosario keeping up with him, lift for lift. Her own scent drifted across, heady and earthy, with a note of motor oil and orange cleaner.

“Guys?" Clover was watching them over the top of her book.

“What?" he grunted, between lifts.

“No need to… you know… Push it too far." She warned.

“We're-" Rosario grunted in turn “Fine."

“Fine." the lion echoed.

“This is easier… Than… The real thing." She grinned.

Blake had to adjust his grip, the bar was grinding against his paw pads more than he was used to. “Fine." He reiterated.

The machines continued counting, unperturbed. “Thirty-four. Thirty-five. Thirty-six."

“Hey… Who's hungry?" Chance asked, toiling himself off as he crossed the floor towards the two.

“You're… Always… Hungry." Blake grunted, though strained lifts.

Rosario was silent, snarling up at the bar as she forced it up again and again, her implacable rhythm unwavering.

“Forty-six... Forty-seven… Forty-eight…"

Blake nearly lost control of the bar when Clover straddled him.

“Fifty."

He set the bar on the catches just over his head looking up at her.

“What the f-"

“I'm hungry too." She smiled down at him. “But first…" paws on his chest, she leaned down, taking a deep breath just over his neck. “Mmm… Honey… As much as I do like how you smell… Maybe we can “fit in" a “quick" shower first?"

Panting, he took her in, a long lingering look from the hint of blue trying to escape her bikini bottom as she stretched over his waist, to the soft fur of her belly, to the generous breasts, barely restrained by the top. The curve of her neck, the glitter of her eye, and the long sweep of her ear.

She is as hot as fuck. He grinned to himself.

“Sure… a quick… uh, shower. Then lunch."

Chance was mumbling something into Rosario's ear, but she waved him off.

“Yeah, I need a shower too." She grunted, striding towards the adjoining bathroom.

“We'll use mine." Blake stood up, and for a moment, contemplated sweeping the bunny up into his arms… but thought better not to risk it, and instead just slung an arm over her shoulder, to lead her out of the room.

Stripping off his pants, as he walked across his bedroom, he was nude by the time he entered the bathroom.

Clover still had her bikini on, but she knew he liked to “help" with the last couple bits.

Without a word, he picked her up, setting her on the cool marble of the counter, before planting a deep and lingering kiss on her muzzle. His tongue, long and rough, played along hers for a moment before he released her, kissing and nipping at her neck.

She let out a longing moan as his fangs grazed her throat. He could feel her tense, and shiver with its release.

His paws slid under the thin cloth of her bikini top, the sensitive pads caressing her nipples, squeezing and hefting her breasts, before reaching around behind her to tug apart the knot keeping her bikini in place. As her top fell free, he continued to luxuriate in her form. Kissing her, licking her, squeezing her. He lapped at her nipple, while pinching its twin. She arched her back, bracing on the back side of the marble counter, to better display and present herself to him. Her legs spread, he could smell her arousal, and it summoned his own, in turn.

He let his claws drag down through the fur of her thighs as he pulled her bottom down, noting with some satisfaction that it was already noticeably wet, before tossing it with her top back out into his bedroom.

“A 'quick' shower." She reminded him, though still lifting one leg, resting her paw over this shoulder as he leaned in for a quick lick across her sex, spreading her lips and dragging his rough tongue over her clit. A second lick elicited a shudder and a moaned “Fuck." A third and she was starting to puddle noticeably onto the countertop. She pushed him back before he could indulge in a fourth. “Shower." She giggled.

“Shower." He growled, smiling hungrily at her.

She pushed him off, kicking him away playfully, to hop down and follow him through the massive glass door into the shower “stall." Big enough to fit six people, or eight of they were real friendly with one another, it was all cool marble and glass. Diffuse light was cast from above and behind the “rain head" that covered about a half the stall. A shower head on a flexible hose was mounted to the narrow wall at one end, near the control panel.

She tapped the controls, summoning a steaming downpour that engulfed them both instantly.

Laughing, she turned in the warm cascade, before letting him pull her into another embrace and kiss.

Blake caught her close, pressing her body against his own, as he kissed her again. He pulled his hips back, as he felt her paw slip between them, just enough to let her reach. He huffed, biting her lip as she started to squeeze his already swollen sheath. He pushed her back against the wall, exploring the heft and curve of her breasts while he kept her pinned, thrusting against her paw as she began to stroke his growing length. Gripping her hips, claws only barely pricking through her fur, he kept her locked in place as he knelt. He paused briefly to lick the water dripping from her nipples before nuzzling the carefully styled fur of her crotch. He breathed deeply, inhaling her arousal, before curling his tongue to lap at her dripping pussy. Once, twice, three times, until he could feel her shuddering though her first light orgasm. Standing, explored her body with his tongue, he indulged in her flavor, before returning to her neck and then her lips.

Hard and throbbing, his spines starting to flare, he thrust again into her paw, feeling her grip slide down him, as the tip of his shaft brushed the soft wet fur of her belly.

“Tell me what you want." She moaned for him.

Remembering his previous fantasy, he turned, pulling her around until he was leaning against the wall. Wordless, he pressed down on her shoulders. Obediently, she knelt, kissing her way down his neck, his chest, his belly, and eventually kissing the tip of his lionhood as she looked up at him though dripping hair.

“I want to taste you." She practically purred. “Please."

Obliging, he gripped her ears, pulling her head back. She gasped, in surprise, pain or pleasure, it didn't matter so much as her cute mouth opening wide for him. Holding her back, he slid into her muzzle, moaning as she carefully took him in.

Releasing her, he leaned back, luxuriating in the feelings of her tongue along his shaft. Of the warmth of her muzzle, the chill as she pulled away, leaving a slick behind. He groaned as she pushed deep, until she was pressed into the fur of his sheath, swallowing around the tip of his shaft, buried in her throat.

One paw bracing on his thigh, the other between his legs to massage his sack, she seemed to encourage the churn in his balls. The need to empty them in her waiting mouth.

“I'm-"

She just nodded, her fore teeth brushing the top of his shaft.

She tugged his sack, moaning as her head bobbed faster, each driving the tip of his cock, just a little deeper, into her throat, gasping as his barbs dragged across her tongue.

Blake flexed, holding back for a bit, before giving in to her ministrations.

With a groaning exhale, he let his orgasm go. He felt his load splash into the back of her throat, and she leaned in, taking every last drop. She held there, as he came. She hesitated, tongue still lapping the last of his seed, to make sure that he was done and she had every last drop, before relenting.

Finally, pulling back slowly, she stood. Looking him in the eye, she made a show of gulping down the last of what he had given her. Licking her lips, just a little to make sure she hadn't missed any.

“Fuck." He panted.

“Thank you." She smiled.

He pulled her close again, one paw lifting her tail, the other reaching between her legs to tease at her own need, but she batted him away.

“I'm still hungry." She chided.

“Me too." He growled, grinning.

“So… Lunch first." She tapped him on the nose. “We don't want to keep everybody waiting."

Grumbling, but staying his arguments, he slid a finger across the control panel. The water ceased, and after a pause, was replaced by the low roar and whirlwind of the dryers.

Back in his room, he finished toweling off his mane and, and she, her hair. Together they contemplated the options laid out for them. On his bed, beside his neatly folded clothing was a pair of swim trunks, and beside her bikini and wrap, a matching sundress. Between them were neatly folded terrycloth robes.

Blake opted for the shorts, while Clover tied her bikini back in place. Both pulled on their robes, and made their way down to the dining room adjacent to the kitchen.

Chance and Rosario were already at the table, now in matching robes as well, though underneath it appeared Chance had opted for his cutoff shorts, while Rosario was wearing a lavender bikini. She so often wore those tight sports bras, or workout shirts, that Blake didn't often think about how well endowed she was as well. Her boobs were easily as big as Clovers, if not bigger…

They both looked somewhat uncomfortable, and, he realized, they had yet to start eating.

“What are you waiting for?" Blake picked a deviled egg of an offered tray, popping it in his mouth with a cheerful wave.

Clover sat down across from Rosario, leaning back a bit as the doe, Sarah, set a bowl of salad in front of her. “Thank you, this looks delicious." She smiled.

Blake sat across from Chance, taking a bite out of his sandwich before pointing again at the plate of food still untouched in front of the rat. “Do you not like it? We can-"

“No no! It's fine." He picked up a fork, spearing a cherry tomato from one side of the plate and popping it in his muzzle.

“I'm sorry." Rosario looked uncomfortably at the bit of steak in front of her, then up at the wait staff standing silently against the far wall. “It's just a little… weird… Do they always hang out while you eat?"

Clover leaned over to whisper in the lion's ear. “You know… We might have some more 'fun' if we were all alone."

Blake looked at her blankly for a moment. She flicked an ear at the staff. “Oh!" He nodded, glancing back over at Rosario and Chance.

They had had some… group fun, before… Nothing significant, but some “cuddling" that got unexpectedly handsy. If that was, perhaps, on the menu…

Standing, he turned and with a sweep of one paw addressed the staff as a whole. “I think we would like some… extra privacy this weekend. Why don't you all take the weekend off?"

They looked at each other, then back at him.

Clover kicked his paw. Just a little.

“With pay. Of course! My treat."

“Thank you sir." They answered in unison, before clearing the extra food and dishes from the room and, presumably, making their way to wherever they went on a day off.

Rosario and Chance were already attacking their plates, as though they hadn't eaten all week, by the time Blake was sitting back down.

Once they all had their fill, and Clover had stowed the remaining dishes in the kitchen, Blake leaned back. His robe falling open to expose his muscular chest, he stretched languidly.

“So." He smiled, “What's next?"