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Elliot stretched as the smell of bacon, sausage, and eggs hit his senses. Jean-Luc was snuggled up between his legs and Chewtoy was snug against his side. Elliot couldn't help but blush from the feeling of the wolf's massive morning wood pressing against him. Brett had obviously gone downstairs to start breakfast for everyone.

Elliot wondered who was helping him since his two helpers were currently attached to the lion. Giggles came from the kitchen. Elliot worried less. He must have had some sort of help, whether it was cooking or flirting. Chewtoy started to grind up against the lion's leg. Elliot laughed as he put his arm around the wolf.

"Chewtoy, you're humping my leg," said Elliot.

Chewtoy stirred awake, "Mmm...sorry sir."

"I don't mind," Elliot grinned as he gave the wolf a smooch.

Chewtoy huffed as he turned himself against Elliot and kept grinding away, "Yeah?"

Elliot chuckled as he pulled Chewtoy up over his lap. The wolf giggled as he started to grind his thick cock over the lion's belly. The wolf slid his rump down over Elliot's own morning wood. He started to tease along his length. Elliot then gasped out as he felt a tongue pressed into his ass.

"Don't mind if I do," Jean-Luc chuckled.

The coyote had slid onto his back and shoved his maw under the lion. His tongue slid into the depths as he started to jerk himself off. Elliot moaned out as the wolf positioned himself. Chewtoy pushed down, engulfing the lion's swollen prick and started to ride hard. Elliot being pleasured from both sides on top of just waking up left him vulnerable and sensitive.

Chewtoy rode as hard as he could. His hips slamming down firmly as he moaned over the lion. Elliot gripped over the head of the wolf's cock. This made Chewtoy moan out loudly as he plowed his hips back, bouncing against the lion's thighs. Jean-Luc was moaning out below with his tongue deep inside of Elliot. His load started blasting over his chest, neck, and Chewtoys back as the coyote bucked his hips up.

Chewtoy howled in pleasure as his back got painted and blew his load over Elliot. He closed his eyes as the wolf unleashed his load. He could feel the cum splatter across his face. The smell and feel set Elliot off. The lion groaned as he blasted off into the wolf's guts. Chewtoy pushed himself down and squeezed on tight. The look on his face left Elliot knowing the wolf was well satisfied.

The wolf leaned in and started to lick all of his cum off of Elliot. The lion chuckled as the wolf lapped him clean. His walls kept a vice grip on the lion's cock as he moaned happily. Jean-Luc slid himself up onto his feet.

"Lick me clean pup," the coyote posed in front of him.

"Yes sir," Chewtoy lapped the coyote's mess off of him.

"Good boy," Jean-Luc wagged his tail, "See you two at breakfast."

Chewtoy nodded as he turned his attention back to Elliot, "Sorry sir. I can't resist cleaning people up."

"It's alright Chewtoy," Elliot chuckled as he held his hands against the wolf's thighs, "I know it's you being you."

Chewtoy leaned down and gave the lion a smooch, "Let's get you fed."

Elliot huffed out as the wolf pulled off of him. Chewtoy clenched his cheeks as he helped the lion to his feet. Elliot went arm in arm with the wolf down to the kitchen. Elliot looked at the wolf's back.

"You're still covered in Jean-Luc's cum" said Elliot.

"Don't worry sir," Chewtoy chuckled, "I can shower after we eat."

Elliot let the wolf be with his badge of honor. Brett was in the kitchen with Turbo and Jeigor. The dragon was serving up huge piles of bacon and the cheetah was rolling sausages around. Brett was busy making the fattest omelets Elliot had ever seen him make. They were oozing with ham and cheese.

"Elliot!" Brett wagged happily as he passed the lion a plate, "Good morning handsome."

"Good morning...stud," Elliot couldn't think of any other word.

Brett blushed and so did Elliot. Jeigor and Turbo gave Elliot a heaping helping of both bacon and sausage. Chewtoy waited for Elliot to choose where they were sitting. The lion and wolf moved on to the balcony where several guys were eating.

"ELLIOT!" Bran boomed as he bounded over. He leaned down and hugged Elliot around the waist as the lion held his plate and coffee out of the way. The big wolf beamed happily at him, "Come sit with us!"

"Haha, sure thing Bran," Elliot chuckled.

Bran slapped Chewtoy on the ass as he walked by, "Whoa there! Cum city!" The wolf giggled as he licked his hand clean, "Looks like you were busy this morning pup."

Chewtoy blushed, "Yes sir, I was."

Bran was having breakfast with Jules and Hagan. Jules was already leaning back, having finished his meal. Hagan looked like he didn't get any sleep.

"You alright there Hagan?" Elliot asked.

"Uh..huh..." Hagan nodded sleepily.

"We got frisky last night," Bran grinned, "And again this morning."

"He's got way more energy than me," Hagan stifled a yawn, "Please take him from me?"

Bran boomed in raucous laughter, "The poor boy. I've ridden him dry."

"And me," Jules laughed, "But I've got more stamina than the old boy."

"I'm running on empty, so I can't save you from him," said Elliot.

Hagan slid downwards with his coffee, "Maybe we can give him to Pascal. He's always willing to fuck."

"This is true," Elliot nodded, "I made that mistake once."

"Thems are hurtful words El!" Pascal came in behind the lion and ran his hands down to the lion's chest, giving in a good squeeze.

"Hehe, you're just a handful," said Elliot.

"You're two handfuls," Pascal grinned as he smooched Elliot on the cheek, groping up the lion, "Next time though, I'm taking that prickly dick. Love the way barbs tickle my insides."

Elliot blushed deeply, "You're such a tease."

"Don't you know it," Pascal dug his boner into the lion's back.

"Tell you what," said Elliot, "Meet me in my cabin later."

"That's not until tomorrow!" Pascal slumped down over Elliot's head, nuzzling his muzzle into the lion's mane, "What say we make a wager for today?"

"Sounds dangerous," said Elliot, "But I'll bite."

"Since Bran is incredibly horny all the time," the wolf idly rubbed his hands over Elliot's chest, "And I'm incredibly horny all the time. What say we do a doubles tournament on the pool table? Winners top the losers. Me and Pedro, versus you two."

Bran laughed, "You're going down!"

"Hey now, I haven't agreed yet!" Elliot huffed.

"Please," Pascal tugged against the lion's nipple rings.

Elliot flexed his toes in response, "Ok, fine. No cheating!"

"You're no fun!" Pascal laughed, "Fine. I won't tease you physically while we play."

"I'm sure I'll be more of a visual distraction for you," said Elliot.

"We'll do this after dinner," Pascal gave Elliot a smooch, "Better bring your A game. Pedro is pretty good."

As Pascal left, Hagan leaned in, "Elliot. Bran is awful at pool!"

"Hey!" Bran protested, "I do alright."

"We'll be fine," Elliot chuckled, "Long as I get a chance to shoot."

"Watch it El," said Jules as he sipped into his coffee, "Don't be overconfident."

"I'm pretty sure my fear of Pascal destroying my ass again will be enough to motivate me," Elliot chuckled.

Elliot spent the afternoon relaxing. Bran gave him yet another massage after breakfast. So he took his jelly body into the hottub afterwards. He melted down into the warm water. He wondered if he bit off more than he could chew. Pascal was the competitive type and Elliot knew nothing about Pedro.

He would only have to take Pascal's word on how good the other wolf was. Wolf, wolf, wolf. Elliot was starting to wonder how he wound up in a contest with a pack of horny hounds. He was also wondering why Bran. Maybe Pedro has the hots for him. Or Pascal had more plans. Elliot shook his head.

"You alright El?" Hagan asked.

"I just have a lot on my mind," said Elliot.

Hagan chuckled, "Mmhmm. I'm pretty sure Pascal has some extra plans."

Elliot sighed, "I know."

Hagan splashed him, "You better squeeze in a nap. It's gonna be a long night for you."

"If you have free time," Elliot splashed him back, "Come save me."

Dinner came and went. Pascal and Pedro were teasing Elliot at the table. The lion was certain they were trying to psych him out. Bran made things worse by flirting back with them. The wolf went as far as to dance in the center of the table, making an awful lot of lewd gestures. This of course got the whole table going. Elliot finished his steak and escaped for a smoke.

Elliot's moment of silence didn't last long. The three wolves were ready to play. Elliot panicked as the three of them picked him up and brought him back inside. The lion flailed but the wolves had a firm grip on him as they carried him like a log into the cabin. He chuckled as they set him down at the pool table.

"Alright boys," Pascal wagged his tail, "Let the best wolves win."

"I'm not a wolf!" Elliot protested.

"That's why we're winning," Pascal grinned.

"Fetch your stick boy, and we'll see," Elliot grinned.

"Ohhh, you're feisty right now," Pascal chuckled as he fetched his stick.

The four of them threw for rock, paper, scissors to see who would start the game. Bran won. The big wolf grinned as he seductively bent over and lined up his shot. The wolf sent the balls spiralling in all directions. Elliot was worried Bran was going to use too much of his strength with each shot.

Pascal went next and sunk the first ball, "Mmm...solid. Like my cock."

The wolf ended up scratching. Elliot lined himself up. He sunk three before missing his shot. Pedro grinned as he circled the table. He slowly rubbed his cue stick with chalk. The wolf looked up at Elliot with a seductive look. Elliot's heart sank as the ball was englished at a one eighty curve and sunk two balls in.

"I have dibs on Elliot," said Pedro, "Haven't slept with him yet."

Pascal laughed as Pedro sank one after another. Elliot was thankful when Pedro missed a shot with the two ball snuggled up against the eight ball. Bran managed to sink one before it went back to Pascal. Elliot ran his hands through his mane as Pascal took the two ball down. He missed his chance to win by bouncing the eight ball off the corner.

"Hah!" Elliot sighed, "I need to get the rest now."

"Yes you do," Pascal grinned as he lifted his balls and cock up onto the table, "Let me present one of the prizes."

Pedro poked Pascal in his hole, "Come on, don't distract."

The wolf left a streak of pre on the table as he pulled his hips back, "Aww, come on."

Elliot chuckled. He leaned down and examined his options. One by one, the lion sunk the stripes in. He groaned as he missed the last stripe. It bounced against the corner and sat there.

"Damn," he sighed as he stepped back.

Pedro laughed and pointed his cue stick, "That corner pocket."

Elliot took a chance. He dropped his stick and bent over. He flagged his tail up and heard the familiar sound of a cue stick hitting too high up on the cue ball. He heard Pascal howl with laughter as Pedro looked away shamefully.

"That was not fair," Pedro was red.

Elliot wasn't sure if it was from the shame of losing or that he was entirely distracted by the lion's flirtation. Bran lined up his shot for the last stripe. Pascal put a foot up onto a chair as he bent down and ran his tongue over his cock. Bran snorted as he made his shot.

"Can't turn me on Pascal," Bran laughed, "I'm already turned on!"

The wolf pointed out the pocket he was shooting for. He slammed the eight ball in. Elliot ran his hands through his mane again. Bran had leapt up on top of the table and waved his cock around.

"Yeah! Suck it!" the big wolf boomed down at the other two wolves.

"Yeah, yeah," Pascall grabbed the wolf's heavy sac, "Who you want tonight?"

"Lions choice," Bran wagged his tail.

"Alright, come on Elliot," Pascal released Bran's balls and held his hand out for the lion.

Pedro slapped Pascal's arm down, "Hey. Let him choose."

Pascal pulled Pedro to him, "He'd never turn me down!"

Pedro kissed Pascal, "But I'm vulnerable and nervous."

"Don't be a liar," Pascal shoved into a deep kiss with the other wolf.

Bran started to jerk himself off as he watched the two wolves. Elliot rolled his eyes. The lion grabbed Pascal by the arm.

"Come on," Elliot tugged on him.

Pascal was resistant to leave Pedro, "I'm fucking you later."

Pedro stuck his tongue out. Bran lifted Pedro onto his shoulders and brought him to the nearest couch. Pascal's tail was wagging rapidly as he went along with Elliot. The lion slumped down onto one of the couches and Pascal immediately straddled himself over the lion.

"Why did we compete for this?" Elliot laughed.

"In the event I actually got to stick it in you again," Pascal grinned as he wiggled his ass over the lion.

The wolf's cock was still swollen as he ran it along the lion's gut. Elliot grinned as he pulled Pascal down to his lips. Pascal moves down against the lion and shoves his tongue deep into his maw. The lion groaned out as the wolf's hips were moving his rump over the lion's growing prick.

The more they made out, the more Elliot got turned on. The wolf was eager to please him. Pascal pulled his hips up and started to tease the thick head of the lion's cock against his pucker. It didn't take much of the lion's pre to spread around before the wolf shoved his hips down.

Elliot took in a deep breath as Pascal was still mauling his face off. The wolf didn't let up from the kiss as he rode himself down. He rocked his hips firmly against the lion. The moans escaping from him were lewd. The wolf was enjoying every moment of this bonding with the lion.

Pascal threw his hips back harder. He rode up to the tip and plowed his ass back. He was riding Elliot harder than anyone else had before. The lion groaned in pleasure. His toes splayed out as the wolf rode him to full bliss. Elliot was soon moaning quite audibly.

The wolf slapped his cock against the lion's belly. The lion had never seen someone pre so much before. Pascal broke himself from the kiss as he leaned back. He started to growl loudly as he powered down. Elliot sunk down as he spread his legs more. The wolf was taking him all the way to the base as he could feel his loins ache.

Elliot gasped out as Pascal grabbed and twisted his nipple rings. His feet slid across the floor as his toes splayed from the pleasure. Pascal started to shoot his load hands free over the lion's chest and face. The intensity sent the lion over the edge as he started to blow his load.

Pascal didn't let up as his cock kept shooting rope after rope over the lion's gut. The wolf rode down in hard, short bursts. Elliot cried out from the sensitivity of the wolf's walls still tugging along his prick. His barbs overtickled from the intense ride against his lap.

The wolf pulled himself up suddenly and pushed down into a firm loving kiss with the lion. Elliot gripped firmly against the wolf's arms. Pascal grinned deviously as he pulled up from the kiss. He tugged against the lion's nips as he stood up.

"Come on stud," the wolf pulled the lion to his feet.

Elliot was unsteady as the wolf fucked him stupid, "Hehe, where we goin?"

"I'm gonna clean you up," Pascal grinned.

The wolf helped Elliot make his way to the showers. Randall was walking out and checked out the mess the two of them were. The jackal wiped some of the cum off of Elliot's cheek and licked it off with a wink. The lion blushed as Pascal pushed him up against the shower wall.

Pascal turned the showerheads on, "So, Elliot. You wanna experiment while you have me at your full disposal?"

Elliot raised an eyebrow, "I don't know Pascal."

The wolf knelt down in front of him, "Come on. Try it." The wolf rubbed his hands over the lion's thighs, "You don't have to." He slid his tongue over the barbed prick, "But I would not mind smelling like your territory."

Elliot blushed. His mind was racing fast as he looked down at Pascal. He looked up at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. He heard a satisfied moan come from the wolf as Elliot let loose. Elliot leaned into the shower as he finished off. When he finished, he felt Pascal dig his nose between his thighs and take in a deep breath.

Pascal dragged his tongue up from the lion's crotch and up to his chin, "You're an absolute freak El. Definitely not the same boy I met on day one."

Elliot slowly slid his hands over the wolf's chest, "Huh...Yeah, I guess not."

Pascal nuzzled against the lion's chin, "Come on you stud. Let's get you cleaned up and we can go join the rest of the boys. Maybe we can get filthy again later."

"I'm pretty sure my dick needs a break," Elliot laughed.

"How about that mouth?" Pascal grinned.

Elliot could smell his piss on the wolf but leaned into him for a kiss anyway. The lion closed his eyes as he could taste the salty musk on the wolf's lips. He felt there was no turning back now. Elliot was very certain that he'd finally lost his mind.