New Life

       Chapter 2 © Destiny Inc. Jan 13, 2000 - April 12, 2000.

      Welcome back for Chapter 2. I hope you all recovered from chapter 
1. (winks) I'm trying to get better at working on my stories, last year 
was not much fun as the stories just would not cum.. er come for me. 
Okay, same rules as last time. If stories about m/m sex offend you, 
leave now and go watch a Disney tape. 

   Still here? Good. Please reframe from drooling on keyboards, 
electrical burns on your tongue makes doctors look at you strangely.

   Toni © Toni Macnack               Jes © Jes


   I woke up the next morning, spooned up to Tojren's back. He and 
Sarkan were still sound asleep and were likely to stay that way for 
quite a while yet. I gently sit up and softly kiss the side of his 
neck. Then carefully get out of bed, leaving the light blanket over the 
two of them. I head for the bathroom and my morning business. After 
that, I go to my room and grab a pair of underwear and shorts. I walk 
across the thick, soft carpet in the main room, loving how it feels 
under my feet. I stretch and yawn, my tail quivering. 'Hoo, what a 
night. That has to be the busiest we've been in a while.' 

   I glance at the clock on the wall, seeing it's still early. I decide 
to just take it easy for a while and get some more rest before getting 
started on breakfast for the crew. "They won't be up for another hour 
or more." I mutter, scratching my chest fur. I grab the Omniremote, 
punching up some music as I sink into the couch, squirming to get my 
tail comfortable. The music is soft and soothing and I find my mind 
drifting back once again to the past....

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   Danny screwed my brains out the next morning when he woke up, my 
little foxy could really be a stud. After a long shower, I groomed him 
and we met his mate and kits for breakfast. We spent a few days 
together before they left to go back home. I was sad to see them go, 
but I knew I would see them again. 

   Work was fun as usual. Joxer was a real live wire and the office was 
rarely dull. As he said. "To make Jack blush at least once a day is my 
goal." Which he did. Once, I was occupied with a project and he asked 
me to hold something for him. I stuck out my hand and felt something 
warm and furry. I looked and found he had dropped his shorts and 
straddled my hand to put his balls in my hand. "You can hold them for 
as long as you want." I blushed, but gave him a fondle that had him 
mrring contentedly. 

   I had one month to go before my immigration application was approved 
and I could be considered for full time residency when my world came 
crashing down. Errol called me into his office one day. His tail was 
dragging on the floor, never a good sign. It always meant bad news. He 
leaned against his desk, stood, walked around it, and then leaned back 
against it again.

   He sighed sadly. "I'm sorry, Jack." He picked up one of the puzzles 
he kept on his desk and fiddled with it for a minute, then set it back 
down. "I got word from higher up. We have to trim some of the staff 
here and..." he closed his eyes. "I wish I could say this easier, but 
we have to let you go. Not that you aren't one heck of a worker and 
team player, but, I have to let you go." He looked at his shoes and his 
ears lowered. 

   I sat back. It hit me like a physical blow. 'Let go.' One month 
before my immigration application was approved. Now this.

   Errol came over and put his hand on my arm. "I tried, believe me I 
tried to get them to reconsider. I talked to everyone I could think of, 
but it was no use." 

  I reached up to pat his hand. "I understand." I said, feeling kind of 
numb. Errol pulled the bottle of the local whiskey he kept in his desk 
and poured me a stiff drink. I slugged it back, coughing slightly. I 
stood. "I'd better get my stuff together." 

   The raccoon gave me a hug and I returned it. "I'm going to write you 
a letter of reference that no one will be able to resist." I thanked 
him and headed for my desk. The gang was there, looking sad as I 
cleared out my things. Joxer, usually bouncy, looked limp and lifeless. 
He sat on my desk, fumbling with his vest buttons. 

   "I.." he started to say, then lunged and hugged me, sobbing softly. 
I held the coyote close to me, starting to cry myself. The rest of the 
gang came over and joined the hug. Errol joined in after a few minutes. 
I lost track of time as to how long we stood there, but we gradually 
let go of each other and I finished clearing my stuff. One large box 
held everything. Barron handed me a framed picture of everyone, their 
signatures all around the edges of it. 

   I left after each one gave me a promise to visit. An envelope with 
the letter was in my jacket pocket. For a week, I sat on my apartment, 
just kind of numb. I didn't go out except for food. I bought a bottle 
of the local whiskey, got drunk, passed out and threw up the next 
morning. Lots of fun. 

   After that, I cleaned up and started to look for a job. I had enough 
money in the local bank to stay for quit sometime and my ticket here 
was round trip so I could go back home, a prospect I was not looking 
forward to. I wrote up my resume, assembled a portfolio and started 
pounding pavement. Company after company I tried, but was told they 
weren't hiring at the moment and would keep me in mind. I don't know 
how many times I heard those words until is was like a blur in my head. 

   The gang came over or invited me over for a meal at their homes. 
Each one had put out a feeler for me in case they heard anything, but 
no one was hiring. I found I was spending more evenings in The Club's 
dance room, limiting how much I drank so I wasn't hammered. Being drunk 
and then hung over was not much fun in my opinion.

   I found Joxer there one night, drunk out of his mind and getting 
loud. He saw me and draped himself all over me, saying he loved me and 
wanted to be fucked by a human. I blushed, making him laugh and call 
for another round. I managed to get him out of there before the 
bouncers threw him out. When I him back to my place, he pulled his and 
my clothes off and got us into my bed. He kissed me; cuddled close and 
promptly fell sound asleep. The next morning he was very hung over and 
I made him breakfast. He stayed there for the rest of the day, mostly 
sleeping and apologizing to me for being so obnoxious. I told him it 
was OK and we did end up in bed, me making his dream of being with a 
human real. He was one very happy coyote.

   When I did go to the Club, I had a semi-reserved table on the upper 
level in a dark corner. A tankard of the local dark beer lasted me 
quite a while as I sipped at it. This night was like the others, me 
sitting, drinking and running through my options as to where I might be 
able to get a job, any kind of job. A commotion on the floor got my 
attention and I got up and went over to the railing. A wolf that looked 
like he wasn't used to taking no for an answer was bothering one of the 
waitresses, a f. skunk named Trina. 

   Trina, like the rest of the staff, was always nice to me and let me 
sit and nurse my drink for the rest of the night. I went down the 
stairs and patted the wolf on the shoulder. He turned, breathing hard. 
"What do you want, human!" he snarled. His eyes were wide and pupils 
dilated. 

   'Oh boy. A drug addict.' "Look. Why don't you leave her alone, we 
get you some coffee and just calm down." 

   The wolf snarled, foam at the corners of his mouth. "No one tells 
Hranth what to do!" he lunged. I stepped back and felt a shock wave 
hit, like a silent explosion. My ears popped, my vision blurred and I 
blacked out.

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   Consciousness returned slowly for me. My head felt like it was full 
of cotton wool, my mouth felt like a toxic waste site and every part of 
my body ached. "Here." my vision finally focused on a steaming mug in 
front of me. I pushed myself up so I was sitting, wincing as my body 
protested. I accepted the mug and took a sip. It was hot and had a kind 
of sour/sweet taste that cleaned out my mouth and some of the cobwebs 
in my head.

   "Feeling better?" Tojren asked, sitting on the coffee table.

   "A bit. What happened, and where am I?" I took another sip from the 
mug.

   "Trina stunned you with a Pulser." He held up something the size of 
a pocket flashlight. "It uses a sonic pulse to disrupt the inner ear 
and knock out unruly customers without hurting them. You got caught in 
the pulse. We got the law in to take care of the wolf and brought you 
up to our apartment."

   I look around. "Your apartment?" a lion, Sarkan, walked over to 
stand beside the tiger. 

   "Our apartment." The place was bigger than any apartment I had ever 
seen. It looked like one big family could live in here without too much 
trouble. I swing my legs over the side of the couch and went to stand, 
then immediately sit back down as a wave of dizziness hit. "Easy." 
Sarkan comes over and sits beside me. "It takes a bit to get over the 
effects."

   I nod, then settle back. After a few minutes, I can stand and walk 
around some to help myself fully recover. I notice my shoes; jacket and 
cap were missing. The carpet under my sock-clad feet is very 
comfortable and I bunch my toes in it. My stomach rumbles and I grin 
sheepishly. "Sorry."

   Both laugh and walk over to me. "Come on." Each one grabs one of my 
arms. "I know a place that serves one of the best breakfasts you will 
ever have." Tojren smiles at me. I gulp, smiling back and let them lead 
me out of the apartment. We arrive at another apartment a ways down the 
hallway and go in. The entire staff of the dance part of The Club is 
there, having breakfast. 

   "Morning guys." A kodiak bear at the stove calls out. "Grab some 
coffee and I'll flip you a omelet." We go over to a large coffee maker 
and get mugs of some real good coffee. I settle onto a barstool and 
Sarkan and Tojren head for seats by other employees. Trina gives me a 
wave, as does Toni. Zero gives me a lazy wave from where he lays on the 
couch; his head in the lap of a tan furred rabbit doe. I concentrate on 
my coffee as the others talk and joke.

   I felt a bit like an outsider and just sat there, letting myself get 
over the effects of the Pulser. "Here." a plate was thrust into my 
hands, the bear smiling and nodding at me.

   I hesitantly thank him and dig in. After I finished, what I would 
say is the best omelet I have ever had, I get another cup of coffee and 
settle back on my stool, feeling better and not so uncomfortable. The 
conversation gradually turns to me, just friendly questions that slowly 
got more personal as time passed. Soon I was relating how I had to find 
a job or I would have to go home. I stared into my cup of coffee the 
whole time as I talked, not making eye contact. I finally took a sip to 
wet my dry mouth. Silence greeted me and I figured I should drink up, 
get my coat, cap and shoes and leave, having bothered them enough with 
my troubles. 

   Ben (the bear) looked at me then turned to the rest of the room. 
"Huddle." Everyone went over to one side and started talking quietly. I 
can't make out what is being said and just stared into my coffee cup 
like a scrying pool, trying to see my future. The huddle breaks and Ben 
comes over, putting a hand on my shoulder. "How would you like a job 
here?"

   I just stare. "You're kidding, right?"

   "No, I'm serious. You need the job to get your application approved 
and we could use some extra help." Turns out they didn't, but Ben, 
despite looking fierce to some, was a big old teddy bear. But if you 
called him that face to face, he would likely thump you one.

   I just stare before taking a huge gulp of coffee, nearly vulcanizing 
my esophagus in the process. (Insulated thermal mugs.) I gasp and cough 
for a minute. "You honestly mean that?" I sat hoarsely. Ben just gives 
me a toothy grin and nods. This is more than I had hoped for and grab 
him in, well, a bear hug. He hugs me back and I feel my bones creak. He 
finally lets me go and I was sure half my spinal column and rib cage 
had been pulverized. "When can I start? I can wash dishes, clean up, 
anything!"

   Ben laughs and slaps me on the shoulder, breaking my collarbone. He 
didn't but it felt like it. Once breakfast is over, Sarkan, Tojren, 
Toni, Ben and Trina lead me downstairs. I learned later on that The 
Club was supposed to be a fancy hotel, but the original owner went 
bankrupt. Ben got the place through some kind of deal and turned it 
into The Club, leaving the apartments intact. The employees live here 
as part of the employment package. Part of our salary goes to paying 
for the apartment so everyone has a roommate to help ease that load. 

   The dishes were washed automatically so I would be a waiter. I was 
given the grand tour, so to speak, shown where everything is and how 
the tables are laid out. That took almost all morning and we ate in the 
restaurant at a reserved table. "Figured out who you want to move in 
with?" Ben asks me, just as I was about to put a steamed depash (Like a 
prawn, but blue in colour.) in my mouth.

   That question caught me a bit off guard and I just gaped. "He can 
move in with us. We have that extra bedroom we don't use." Sarkan says, 
taking a swallow of tea.

   "Good. Then it's settled. You'll move in this afternoon." Ben looked 
at me. Stunned by all this, I just nodded, making him smile. After 
lunch, Sarkan and Tojren took me back to their place and I got the rest 
of my clothes on while they changed in jeans, shirts and shoes. Each 
grabbed a jacket and we went down to the basement to the garage. We 
used the cargo van The Club had to go get my stuff.

   I knocked on Momma Kirry's door when we arrived and it opened in a 
second. "Jack! Where in the name of the two moons have you been? I was 
worried when you didn't come back last night." She hugged me, cracking 
my remaining ribs. I gave her a short run down on what happened last 
night and that I would be moving out. She pulled back and looked at me. 
"I'll miss having a polite fellow like you around, but it is for the 
best." And gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and the two cats and I 
go up to my apartment. Packing didn't take long as I never really fully 
unpacked. Mostly it was because I was too lazy to finish unpacking. We 
soon had everything loaded and were moving the trunks down to be 
loaded. Momma Kirry came out of her place. "I should give you back your 
damage deposit."

   "No, you keep it. You were so nice to me and you deserve it. And I 
didn't get a chance to do a lot of cleaning as we were packing." 

   Momma smiled. "Wait." She ran back in and came back with a bag. 
"Some of my fresh nutmeat cookies, in case you get hungry." 

   I smile and accept the bag. "Thank you, Momma. I'll miss you." I 
give her a hug. 

   She kisses my cheek and smiled. "I'll miss you too. Keep in touch?"

   "I will, I promise." I smile and we were soon loaded and heading 
back to The Club. The smell of the cookies gets to me; she bakes some 
of the best cookies I ever ate. I open the bag and reach in, finding 
instead a cred chit for my damage deposit. Smiling warmly, I carefully 
tuck it in my jacket pocket before getting a cookie. I hold the bag out 
to Sarkan and Tojren and they each take one and we sit munching while 
Sarkan guides the van back to my new home. 

   Once we're in the garage, it takes no time using a lifter to move my 
trunks to the cargo elevator and them into the apartment. "The room 
doesn't get used much as we don't often have guests stay over." Sarkan 
opens the door. The bedroom was huge, nearly as big as my whole 
apartment was. My trunks in there take up little room and the bed is 
wonderfully soft as I sit on it, bouncing slightly. 

   "Thanks you two. I owe you one." 

   Tojren just grinned. "Forget it. After tonight, you might change 
your mind about working here." Oh how little did I know how right he 
was. On Sarkan's advice, I took a nap that afternoon and was very glad 
I did, I was run almost ragged. Knowing where table D-8 was when the 
club was empty was no problem. With it full was another story. I got 
mixed up a few times, but I was able to get the hang of it after a 
while and keep track. I learned each waiter or waitress had a com plug 
in his or her ear and could send their orders to the bar and pick them 
up in record time. Also they could report any trouble to the bouncers. 

   What I wasn't told was the various gropes and pinches I would get as 
I moved around. The next morning, my butt looked like I'd sat in a bowl 
of blackberries. And my groin was a bit sore from being fondled as 
well, not to mention the erections I sprouted from the attention. I 
learned we worked for a week, then had 2 days off to relax. Sarkan and 
Tojren had just got back on their shift so it was decided I would be 
paired with them until I wanted to change so they could answer any 
questions I had. 

   I got the hang of it and it was kind of fun. We had either Zero in 
the DJ booth spinning tunes for the crowd. Or a local or a traveling 
band or musician come in and play for us. It gave them some exposure 
and it was a nice change. I remember the one musician; a woodland 
rabbit named Jes. I had seen rabbits before, but not with ears as long 
as he had. They were easily twice as long or longer than other rabbits 
had with one ear having black on it and a gold earring near the tip. He 
was pretty cool and one heck of a guitarist. He had the crowd jumping 
pretty good with his playing and by the time he went to leave, his 
guitar case has a load of cred in it. I tossed in a couple myself from 
my own pocket, not from the tips I got.

   He was nice and I got a chance to talk to him some. He was also an 
artist in his spare time and I saw some of his work. Great stuff. 
(Shameless plug.) Anyway, by the end of the week, I was ready for the 2 
days off to recover. 

   I woke up, groaning as my over full bladder was killing me and I ran 
to the bathroom, moaning softly as it emptied and I took care of my 
other business. I walked out; yawning and wiping sleep from my eyes. 
Sarkan and Tojren weren't up yet and I debated about either going back 
to bed or get some coffee brewing. I decide to go back to bed and 
headed for my room when a soft moan distracts me. 'Is one of the guys 
sick?' I head for Sarkan's bedroom, to the right of the bathroom, mine 
was to the left.

   I opened the door and the bed was empty, looking like it hadn't been 
slept in at all. Puzzled, I quietly close the door and head to the 
right for Tojrens' room. The door is slightly ajar and I gently push it 
open enough to look in. What I see shocks me. Sarkan and Tojren, on the 
bed, in a sixty-nine position, obviously sucking each other's cocks. 
The main reason I was shocked was I had never seen the two show any 
affection towards the other and just assumed they were room mates, 
nothing more. I take two steps back, not remembering the shallow step 
that led to the living room and fell, landing on my butt then my back. 
I groan, thankful the carpet was thick and soft. I go to sit up and was 
suddenly face to face with a snarling lion.

   Sarkan was straddling my body, lips pulled back in a snarl, muzzle 
wrinkled. I look down and see a deep red lion cock, glistening with 
saliva and pre near my groin. My own cock gets hard, making my 
underwear into a white tent. "What were you doing?" Sarkan snarls, 
getting my attention back on his face. 

   I gaze at him, so savage looking and realize at this point I don't 
have much to loose, so I say. "Admiring the view?" and kiss him on the 
nose. He goes from snarling to a look like a deer in headlights, tail 
tip fluffing and his jaw dropping. He stays like that for a few 
seconds, then returns the kiss with almost the same feral intensity he 
had been snarling with. I reach up to pull him close, moaning as I feel 
his cock press against me. All I can do is moan as he rubs against me, 
it feels like the room is getting hot but it's only me. 

   He pushes himself up suddenly to sit on his heels over me. He traces 
his hands down me to my briefs and I go to lift my hips when he rips my 
shorts off me. 'Oh well, they were an old pair.' He moves down me to my 
gently bobbing cock. He sniffs around my cock, teasing me by blowing on 
it and flicking his whiskers across my thighs.

   "Mm. A nice tidbit to nibble on." And gives me a toothy smile. That 
scares me, then he licks me. I yelp and thrust up. He smiles and keeps 
licking and I'm soon boneless from this. Finally, he slowly takes me 
in, his teeth gently scraping along my length. I moan out loud and bury 
my hands in his mane; reveling in the softness I feel and spread my 
legs. He starts to suck me, bobbing his head and lapping at my balls 
and I close my eyes, floating on the sensations. 

   I lay there, panting and moaning when a cough drags me back to 
reality. I open my eyes and see a dripping, dark pink tiger cock beside 
my head. "Since Sarkan is occupied, how abouuuUUUUUUU.." Tojren doesn't 
finish the sentence as I move my head and take the head of his cock 
into my mouth. He tastes wonderful and I suckle gently, lapping at the 
head and breathing out. He moves and swings around so he is on his side 
and his head is lying towards my groin. "Oh yeah. Suck it." I release 
my hands from the lion's mane and reach up to caress the tiger's body. 
I cup the white furred balls; they feel like velvet in my hand, very 
warm and very full. 

   A rowr around my cock gets my attention and I look down to see 
Tojren eagerly sucking on Sarkan. I keep lapping and stroking on the 
tiger's cock, watching him take the lion's cock into his mouth. This 
resulted in Sarkan sucking even harder on me. I groaned and Tojren 
pulled off to look at me. "Well?" I give him a wink and take him to the 
root, swallowing a couple of times while my nose presses tight to his 
balls, their heavenly scent washing over me.

   Sarkan later told me Tojren's eyes rolled up in his head when I did 
that. I was too busy lavishing attention to that wonderful piece of 
maleness to look. I pull back, sucking strongly. We are on our sides so 
we could have more fun, lifting our upper legs. I keep sucking and 
lapping, reaching around to play with his tail. That makes the 
appendage shiver and Sarkan sucks on me harder. I suck harder on the 
tiger cock in my mouth and keep playing with his tail, stroking and 
tracking a finger over a twitching pink pucker. I don't know what I did 
but the lion starts suddenly purring and tries to suck my entire groin 
into his muzzle, his mane tickling the inside of my thighs. That does 
it and I groan and erupt, pumping a load down his throat. I didn't even 
know I was close to coming as I hunch against him, fucking his muzzle 
as my balls are emptied. 

   I redouble my efforts, prodding the pucker between two striped 
mounds. A low growl, a thrust and my mouth is flooded with hot cat 
seed. I suck and swallow, barely keeping up with the flow. Sarkan 
growls and moans and I sneak a glance down to see Tojren swallowing 
repeatedly. The tiger's climax soon ends and I lick his cock gently 
back into its sheath, giving the head a gentle kiss before it vanishes. 
The lion licks me clean as well and soon the three of us are snuggling 
together on the floor. 

   Tojren lifts my head up and gives me a real whisker-curling kiss. 
(If I had whiskers. Those come later on.) And Sarkan rubs against my 
back, grinding his groin against my butt. I moan under the assault of 
these two predators and hold and push against them. The need for food 
soon has us up and in the kitchen, getting some breakfast made. Over 
jupa berry pancakes, (Like a cross between a blueberry and a raspberry, 
but yellow in colour with a slight citrus tang.) a kind of sausage and 
coffee, I learn the two have been lovers' since they were cubs. Their 
parents run a kurol farm about 2 hours from the city.  

   Kurol look like a cross between a rhino and a hippo, with a dash of 
triceratops, but are much bigger and are raised for their meat. They 
eat a lot, but they also grow fast so that in seven months the ones 
raised for meat are ready for market. One big advantage is that they 
are fairly quiet, but if they get moving, get the hell out of the way. 
Fences are of a high strength polymer construct, about the only thing 
that can hold them. Kurol hide is so thick and tough; it can be tanned 
into the finest and strongest leather you have ever seen. 

   I asked them why they hid their relationship from me. Sarkan said he 
wasn't sure what kind of a relationship I had with that hot fox I left 
the club with a while back and were unsure about how to approach me. 
And we had been very busy with The Club as it was tourist season here. 
(Actually, it always seemed like tourist season.) I explained how Danny 
and I had met and that he said I should look for someone. The tiger and 
lion looked at each other, grinned in an extremely feral manner and 
came over, both of them hugging me tight.

   "I'd say you found two someone's." Tojren nuzzles my ear and gives 
it a lick. That always makes me squirm, but I love it. Sarkan nibbles 
and licks my face and I grab him and give him a real kiss. His whiskers 
curl and he purrs. I love how it feels and wish I could reciprocate. 
Meanwhile, Tojren is rubbing his groin against my back and I can feel 
his cock beginning to harden. The lion heads for my groin and gives me 
a lick from balls to belly. I just moan and rub his ears. He purrs and 
my cock jumps to attention. 

   "Come on." The lion rumbles and tugs on me. We end up in Tojren's 
room on the bed, stroking and fondling each other. Sarkan lies on his 
back and I lay on top of him, kissing and rubbing against him. Tojren 
comes up and lies on top of me, making me the filling in their 
sandwich. He starts licking and nibbling my neck, making me moan into 
the lion's mouth. This seems to excite him and he pulls me close, claws 
just pricking my skin. I rub my groin against his, our cocks jousting. 
I feel wetness against my butt and a hard tiger cock is soon rubbing 
between my cheeks. The lion pushes me up, then lifts his legs up and 
spreads them. A cute brown pucker beneath his tail greets me and I know 
what this cats wants.

   Before I can say anything, Tojren presses a jar of lubricant into my 
hand. I look at him and he gives me a wink. I smile back and give him a 
kiss. I open the jar, a light sweet scent hitting me. I scoop up some 
of the creamy white lube on my finger and crawl between Sarkan's spread 
legs. I gently press my finger against the crinkled flesh there, making 
a tufted tail shiver. I feel a hand on my butt and a cold finger 
against my own pucker. Of all the technological advances made, why 
couldn't they make a lubricant that was warm?

   I press lightly; teasing the lion and the tiger slowly drills his 
finger into me until I feel his hand pressed tight to my butt. I ease 
my finger into Sarkan, earning a soft mew. I rotate it slowly and pull 
out, getting more lubricant and slowly loosening him. Sarkan moans and 
growls softly as my fingers move inside him. His cock bobs with his 
heartbeat and I lean down to take it in my mouth, sucking gently. A 
spurt of pre coats my tongue and I roll it around my mouth before 
swallowing. I thrust and get another spurt and pull off, then crawl up 
and kiss the lion, passing the pre into his mouth. He growl and purrs, 
trying to devour my mouth. I groan as I feel Tojren push in deep and 
wiggle the fingers he has slowly been putting into me while I have been 
doing the same to the lion.

   Sarkan pulls back, growling and pulling on my fingers. We don't 
talk; actions speak louder than words. I smile and growl as well, 
prodding in deep to touch his prostate. He jerks and I get spattered 
with pre. I ease my fingers out and lubricate my cock thoroughly. A 
towel is pressed into my hand as I feel the fingers leave me. I wipe my 
hand off and pass it back. I crawl close, growling and Sarkan smiles. I 
aim for his glistening pucker and just let the head of my cock touch 
him. He mews and tries to push up. I move so I'm just touching and 
tease him. Hands grip my hips. "Sarkan doesn't like to be teased." And 
push so I enter the tight pucker.

   A groan of pleasure escapes the lion and I'm soon buried to the hilt 
inside him. I kiss him and he latches onto me, holding me close as our 
tongues dance. I feel Tojren come up behind and his hot cock slowly 
pries me open and slip in deep. I feel his furry groin press tight to 
me and I groan. 'He's big.' And pant slightly. We hold each other, 
rubbing and nuzzling. Soon, Sarkan is squeezing me and Tojren is 
wiggling his hips.

   I push up, slowly pulling almost out of the lion. I hold, the head 
of my cock just keeping him open, then slowly go back in. Tojren just 
holds still and lets me move on his cock. Groans from all three of us 
sound, groans of pleasure. I wiggle my hips and Sarkan kisses me, 
tongue slipping in deep. I suck on it and start on slow, shallow 
strokes. I gradually lengthen them and speed up, Tojren moving so he 
meets me on the backstroke. A hard lion cock is rubbing my stomach, 
drooling pre so bare skin and fur get slick. The tiger moves up my 
back, growling and grunting and I can feel my climax start to build. 
Grunts and mews escape the lion as I ream him, his tail thrashing 
between my thighs excite me and I move harder, wanting to spill my load 
inside this beautiful feline.

   Tojren suddenly grabs the back of my neck in his jaws and power 
drives me, slamming his cock deep inside me as I feel a liquid heat 
start to fill me. I yell and this makes me drive in deep and cum inside 
Sarkan, filling his hot tunnel with a load of human cum. He yowls and 
spatters me with his seed. I feel it hit my face and I lick, tasting 
him and wishing I could have him in my mouth. We hold that pose for 
what feels like forever, a tiger holing a human by the neck, me with my 
face just inches from a open lion's mouth. 

   Hot breath washes over my neck and gradually Tojren releases me, 
licking my neck. I reach up and can feel where his fangs dented the 
skin. "Sorry." he pants. "It has just been too long since we mated. I 
got carried away."

   I pant as well, a still hard tiger cock inside me and my own cock 
being held in a gently spasming tail hole. "S'okay. It's been a while 
for me too." A gentle kiss on my neck and a purr in my ear makes me 
squirm and Tojren chuckles. Sarkan reaches up and pulls me down, 
kissing me deeply and sending his tongue in deep. I suck gently on it 
and my own is coaxed into his mouth. I feel his fangs and lick across 
them. He purrs and soon our tongues are dancing. I pull back and Tojren 
leans over to kiss Sarkan, then me. We then settle down to rest, me 
sandwiched between these two beautiful beings.

   The rest of the weekend was spent talking, cuddling and finding out 
how many ways a human and two morphs could fit together. As a pointy 
eared menace to sanity in a book once quoted. "Infinite diversity in 
infinite combinations." As for me, I was sore for a week, but I would 
gladly do it all over again. And again. And again. 

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   I wake up, an orange furred hand stroking my tented shorts. "Good 
morning. Dreaming about something pleasant?" Tojren grips my cock 
gently. 

   A mew escapes me and I shift. "Uh huh, about our first time." An 
upside down, golden maned face appears above me. 

   "Mmm, that was very pleasant indeed." Sarkan lowers his head and 
give me a good morning kiss. I kiss him back, then give his cheek a 
lick. Tojren crawls up me, demanding his own kiss and I gladly give him 
one. I lift my tail up through my legs and twine it with his, 
increasing the volume of his purr and my own purr starts, blending with 
his. 

   Tojren and I rowr as Sarkan grabs out tails and give them a gentle 
tug. "Come on you two lazy tails, the gang will want breakfast soon and 
I'm not cooking it alone."

   "Okay, okay." I give Tojren a quick kiss as he gets up. "So, what we 
going to make?" I ask as we head for the kitchen. 

   Sarkan smiles. "Well, how about... pancakes." And gives me a wink.

   I smile and nod. "Pancakes it is." And I start to dig in a cupboard 
for the ingredients.

    The End, part 2.

   Okay, I can imagine you all want to kill me for not telling you 
more, but a good story teller knows how to keep his audience hooked. 
More will be revealed in future chapters. Promise.