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What Are We?

"Wh... what...?"

One year.

For one long year, he has been working here; at Gold Star Inc. He had made friends, colleagues, acquaintances. Some he'd consider equals, many he'd consider his superiors. From the straight-laced Avery, to the overbearing Biffle, everyone had a roll to play here in the offices.

But no role was as great on his life as his role. No one had as much an affect on him than he did. The big, tall, burly lion, one whose charisma was infinitely overwhelming. A lion who could brighten up a room with a smile, and with a voice to match. A lion who made his heart race when he so much as _thought_about.

A lion who currently was standing before him, right outside their job in fact. A lion who just asked him a question.

"You heard me Claire. What are you doing Saturday?"

This fucking cat... he already knew what he was doing on Saturday! A whole lot of nothing, because Saturday is one of his days off from work! And he knew that, making this question rhetorical and pointless... because they both knew how he was going to answer.

Clarence Deaux Couer D'Lion. Clarence at work, Claire to his friend. A young fox, his fur was stormy gray, and he normally had messy hair (not now however, since he just got off from work), as well as messy neck fur which hung over his collar. His eyes however were a vibrant green which stood oppose to his somewhat dismal color scheme... and right now, those green eyes were so very wide.

Claire stepped back, confused and bewildered. Before him was a lion. A very tall, very burly lion. Blazing red mane, looming stature, brown eyes, and this pinstripe suit that elevated his status as something beyond all others, there weren't many who could deny him. And Claire? Heh... Claire was one of them.

His name was Hector McDonald, and he was Claire's boss. One year ago on his first day to work, the fox was... well... let's just say he was_accosted_ by the lion, which started a rather interesting relationship. To the public, they were nothing more than a subordinate and his boss. Hector was professional with all those who worked beneath him, and Clarence was no different.

But again, that was just to the public. Behind closed doors however, their relationship was far more... personal. They were 'personal' in Hector's office, they were 'personal' in the elevator, they were even 'personal' in the laundromat outside of Claire's apartment!

The two were interesting like that, with no short of comments and rumors abound about their close relationship. The others often teased Claire as being Hector's protegee, something he vehemently - and poorly- denied. But in reality, being seen as nothing more than the lion's protegee was far more worth it. For if they were seen as anything more - anything romantic- then it could be career suicide for the both of them.

Which is why Claire was so confused right now. It's one thing to be called to Hector's office for a 'stern talking to', but it's something else for the lion to come up to him right outside the walls of their job. It was only evening - the sun was still up for heaven's sake - there were people coming in for their own shifts! But here was Hector, standing right before Claire, that infinitely charming smile on his lips as he once again asked--

"Claire. Saturday. Are you off?"

"Uh!? I-I mean...! I mean... l-like..." he shook his head, "Why are you asking me? You already now the answer to the question!" blushing, he pulled back, "I'm not doing anything Saturday, Hector... so... why are you even asking?"

"Heh... isn't it obvious?" he replied, before turning and stuffing his hands into his pockets, "I'll be taking you out on Saturday. You still live in that same apartment, right? The one I visited last time? Heh... I'll be there around noon. Make sure you make yourself presentable."

"Wh-what!? I... I haven't agreed yet!" Claire snapped, though his boss merely chuckled.

"Oh... but we both know you will," Hector replied as he continued walking off, "See you tomorrow, Mr. D'Lion!"

The way he just forcibly barged himself into Claire's life was infuriating... and also so damn _hot!_He was like a lion; through and through! He took whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted! And if what he wanted happened to be a fox like him? Well... then so be it!

Honestly, Claire wasn't sure if he was angry at Hector for being so forward, or angry at himself for being so weak-willed when the lion came knocking. He just couldn't say 'no' to him... aaahh!

But...

A date? A date with Hector? That's something Clarence had been dreaming_about. Just him and the lion; one-on-one. No office colleagues to worry about, no apartment roommates to come and ruin things. Just them, together... and _alone. Oh... just thinking about it made his heart race! Could he actually do it?

Considering all the kinky things Hector did to him when at work or out at public, just what would he make them do when they were _alone?_Oh dear... that made his heart race at a pace he wasn't used to. It almost made him feel uncomfortable! Palming his heart through his, Claire feared for a moment that his heart may actually stop!

But... no... just being over-dramatic; that's all. There was no way he was going to die before he got the chance to experience something like this.

Just him and Hector alone on a date. Finally, after all this time, Clarence could ask him the question that had been burning within his surface.

What are we?

...

"Clarence, you're fucking crazy."

Linda Styles. Claire would say she is his roommate. Everyone else would say that Linda is Claire's owner. When he was moving to Willington with nowhere to stay, it was this bunny-human hybrid who took him in, letting him stay at her apartment with her. And for the past year, that's how things have been. Clarence does something stupid and makes a mess, and it's Linda who has to clean up after him. So while they are technically roommates and nothing else, if she were to buy him a collar and tell him to wear... he'd probably wear it.

"It's... not that Crazy, right?" muttered the fox as he stared across the table to the blonde before him, "I mean... Hector asked and he's my boss... it be stupid to deny him... r-right?"

"Clarence, that's _exactly_what, like, thousands of women have said in your exact position," Linda said as she crossed her arms and leered at him, "Like... they have laws against this shit, dontcha know? A boss isn't supposed to come on to their subordinate! But... I guess by now, telling you this is like talking to a fucking wall; this is the same lion who fucked you on a train, in his office, in an elevator, and who knows where else."

"Uh... quite a few places..." muttered Clarence with a hapless smile, before shaking his head, "B-but this is different! We're not gonna be sneaking around at work or something! He's taking me out on a date! And... like... haah... Linda, listen..." he blushed, looking down and staring away, "Unlike you, I don't really have that much knowledge on the way relationships work. You get into them so often..."

"What's that supposed to mean...?" she growled, making him tense up and shake his head.

"N-nothing! I swear, I swear! I'm just uh... just uh... heh... um..." his shoulders slumped over again, "Like... I've been with guys before... but I've never _been_with guys before, y-ya'know? Like... um..." he scratched the back of his head, "Jeeze... this is embarrassing even talking about it but... like... haah... I'd be lying if I said I _didn't_like Hector. You've never met him before but... he's... he's just so... so..." and then his lips spread into a kooky smile, "He's so... strong and tall... his voice is so powerful and... haah..." his eyes looked to the distance, "And he's so kind and... yeah... he's kinky. He's like, _really_kinky... but... but... I-I don't know... I..."

And then Claire looked back, realizing how love-struck he probably appeared. The flustered face, the wide green eyes, the gaping mouth of shock; Linda had seen it many times before. She however remained incredulous towards Claire's romantic feelings about Hector. She's dating many a guy before, but the ones who have groped her without her permission - let alone tried to fuck her without her permission - have usually ended up with a few broken bones for their troubles.

Clearly, Clarence didn't share her thought process. It doesn't matter how hot or how huge or how hung a guy is; getting fucked on a train has _got_to blare some huge fucking red flags! But... maybe this was perfect for Claire. Despite his embarrassed nature, he had a very kinky wild-side to him. At some point, Linda had to just accept it, even if she didn't like it.

"Haaah... look... you've been working at Gold Star Inc. for... what? A year now?" she said whilst looking at him, "Since then, you've been pretty much your boss' boy toy. Whatever I say now isn't going to change your mind so..." she shrugged her shoulders begrudgingly, "I guess it could be worse. Clearly, this Hector guy is playing a game, and boy, do you _love_that game. So if you want to go on a date with him, then go ahead. But if he hurts you in anyway, don't be afraid to tell me. I don't give a fuck if he's a lion as big as a bus, I'll kick his ass!"

It's strange being doted on by his roommate in such a way. He only met Linda about a year and a half ago, but already she had become something of an older sister to him. She didn't tell him to avoid Hector to hurt his feelings, but more to look after him. He appreciated it, honestly, and he wasn't ignorant to how crazy it was.

But Linda was right; Hector was playing a game, and Clarence was desperate to be a part of it.

"Anyway... whatever happens, make sure to keep your wits about you," Linda said as she stood up, "Unlike your lucky ass, I have work tomorrow so..." she started walking away, "I won't be at home for a long time. Though from the sounds of it, you won't be home either."

"Heh heh... uh... Linda... before you shower and go to bed... I uh..." Clarence looked at her, smiling bashfully, "I wanna say thanks... for all that you've done for me."

She smiled and shook her head.

"Gosh... you're such a fucking sap, Claire."

...

Saturday.

Saturday. Saturday. Saturday.

Saturday.

When Claire woke up, his heart was already racing a mile a minute. Clothes! He needed to put on good clothes! And a shower! He needed to take a nice, long, warm shower! And he needed to use all of his good shampoos and fur tonics and everything! The thing he's wanted for so long was finally happening; he was going on a date with Hector!

Quickly he darted around his bedroom, putting out a good set of clothes for him to wear. Blue jeans, yes. A white shirt, duh. It is pretty hot outside, so maybe he should put on something thinner? Ah, but not too thin; he didn't want to come off as a slut or anything! Or... well...sluttier than he'd already made himself out to be.

Alright! This is it! Some baggy clothes, but not too baggy, nor were they particularly tight. Just the perfect clothing for him to wear! And after he laid them all out... he had to go rush to the bathroom and shower!

Perhaps he showered for an _hour_too long. Boy, if Linda was still here, she would have blown a gasket and pulled his naked butt out of the bathroom! And even if she did, oh boy, he wouldn't have cared, not as the excitement roared through him like a tidal wave!

Just what exactly would he and Hector do? Where would they go? What would they eat? What would they talk about? And when should he spring the question that has been nagging at him for a year long?

Then again, if they were going out on a date, then wouldn't the answer be kinda obvious? You don't go on dates with people you've fucked unless you see them as some sort of partner. Or maybe Hector was just humoring him; like tossing some words of praise towards a booty call to hopefully lift their spirits.

Well, that's what Claire was planning on knowing by the time this was all over. When he returned to his apartment, he'd do so finally knowing what they were!

Now then... what time did Hector say to be ready by? Noon right? And noon is like... 12 PM, right? And right now, it was 11:49... and with the lion being so perfectly punctual and knowing where he lived, that means Claire had only... 11 minutes to get fully ready?

"AH SHIT! FUCK! AAH!"

Okay, maybe he fumbled around for too long!

Quickly he rushed around his apartment, drying off from his shoulder, tossing on clothes, and then standing at the kitchen for a minute or two. Should he eat something before he goes, or should he ask Hector for breakfast? The lion is taking _him_out on a date, is he not?

Wait... doe this make him sound like a gold digger? It's just breakfast! It's not like he's asking for a car or something! And... oh... shit! It's 11:58! Shit shit shit!

Groaning to himself, Claire finally rushed out the door of his apartment... before turning around and then _locking_said apartment. And then he was a gray blur, zooming through the halls and down the stairs of his apartment complex to finally come outside in the gleaming sunlight. Standing on the street right outside his apartment, the fox held a bright smile on his face as he stood there!

And stood there.

Aaaaaannnnnddd... stood there.

What the hell? Didn't Hector say to be ready by noon? Well it's noon and he's here! Where's the lion! Shit, how long has it been?

Oh... huh... only two minutes... huh... felt longer than that, but no... it's only 12:02. Huh...

Uh...

Shit! What is wrong with him!? Why is he a nervous wreck!? All of these emotions, these hopes, these fears! They were driving him insane! It was just a date! Just a date! Soon, he'd ask the question, and he'd finally get the answers he needed.

But... what if they weren't the answers he _wanted?_What if his fears were right? What if _Linda_was right? What if he was nothing more than Hector's boy toy?

What if...?

He didn't get the chance to worry about these thoughts for long, as a car pulled up before him. It was sleek and black; curvy in all the right areas, and straight in all others. What was it? Oh... yeah it was a... BMW, right? He remembered that being its name, because he saw a car like this parked outside of their job one day. No, it wasn't a car _like_this; it was this very same car in fact! The same make, the same model, the same color... everything!

And... wait... when he saw this car originally, it was Hector who told him it was a BMW. Wait... the same car... and Hector... th-then that means--!

The car's hood began drifting back, revealing cream-colored leather seats, a dashboard straight from the future... and a certain burly lion who was in its driver's seat. One arm rested on his door's arm rest, the other hand on the steering wheel. He was wearing these cool silver slacks and this light-blue button-up shirt, giving him this airy and bright look... while also making Clarence feel horribly under dressed.

That is if he could close his gaping mouth long enough to realize this.

"Good afternoon, Mr. D'Lion!" said Hector, this charming grin on his lips, "How has your morning been?"

"H-Hector," the fox muttered as he stumbled forward, his hands resting on the car's edge, "This is... this car... it... it's yours?" he looked up at him, "It's so new and... shiny and cool! I've only seen a car like this in pictures!"

"Heh! Well you're about to do more than just 'see' it, Claire," Hector replied, "Hop in. Let's go for a ride."

Reaching over, Hector flipped the car's switch, pushing it open and offering the passenger seat to the young fox. Naturally, it took Claire a few moments to realize that he was about to go on a ride in a car like this, with Hector, all alone. He's never been a car person before... then again, he's never ridden in a BMW before!

In a manner that could only be described as hesitant excitement, Claire pulled open the door and hopped into its passenger side, feeling the soft and smooth leather seats cushion his body. Oooooooh, it felt so nice! He didn't know a car's seat could feel this way! Clarence was melting!

Fortunately, Hector was there to return him to reality.

With a chuckle, the lion pressed his foot to the gas pedal once the fox was fully settled in. The first jolt of the car wasn't really a jolt, but more of a smooth push forward as they took to the busy roads of Willington. As their speeds picked up, Clarence felt his messy hair start to billow in the wind, an airy gasp leaving his lips.

There's a certain kind of thrill driving through the streets of Willington alongside Hector. The same gray, dismal buildings he had known for the past year and a half, seemed to have a completely different vibe and energy now. The best way to describe it is like... watching an old movie that's been upscaled to a higher resolution: you just notice things that your eyes never picked up on before.

Like... he never realized how far off Taylor Bridge was. Or... the fact that Southtown Station sat so close to Jergen's Theater. Or, hell, the fact that Jurgen's Theater itself was only a short jog away! Oh, and what of this building over here? Was that... a clothes store? They had a clothe store so close to the apartment? How had he not known of that until now!?

Willington was Claire's home, but he was seeing things completely new to him. And why? Because he was driving in a shiny car? No... it was more like who he was driving in the shiny car with.

There is a certain thrill, a certain allure to riding in a car with someone your attracted to. It puts you in a completely different thought space, as Clarence was learning. Bashfully, he looked over towards Hector, watching as the lion casually commanded the car they were in. One hand was on the steering wheel, while the other hand rested lazily on the car door.

His face however... the cool smirk, the sharp brown eyes, the powerful features; Hector exuded a calming aura around him, one which made Clarence slump slightly. And then he moved over, inching ever so close until their shoulders were touching.

"Where are we going, Hector?" he asked, his shy tone making the lion chuckle.

"I'd normally ask 'Wherever you want to go'," he replied, before looking at the fox with that smile on his lips, "But we both know the answer to that question."

"We... do...? B-but... I don't... do I?"

"Heh... yes, you do," Hector said with a knowing nod before shifting his gaze back to the roads, "Play the shy card all you want, Clarence, but we both know you're a very... well... _honest_man, especially when your buttons have been pressed. And I'm planning on pressing _all_of them."

Oh... that sent a tingle down Claire's spine. He wanted to say something, even if all that came from his lips was a gasp. But instead, whatever noise he wanted to say was instinctively cut short when--

Clinch!

"Eep?"

Claire looked down. Hector's big, strong, powerful hand, had clinched around his thigh.

Gently the lion squeezed upon him, causing the fox to tense up as a hot breath left his lips. Again he wanted to say something, and again his boss clinched his leg, forcing a warbling groan to leave his lips. When Clarence finally mustered up enough courage to speak, he did so whilst stuttering.

"H-Hector... wh-what are you... d-doing...?" he muttered, to which his boss chuckled.

"It's so hot today," the lion replied as he kept his eyes on the road, "I was thinking you might wear shorts. I don't think I've ever seen you in shorts before. Heh..." he raised an eyebrow as he looked over towards Clarence's blushing face, "Are you just not a shorts kind of guy? Heh! This date's just started, and yet I'm already learning something about you!"

His words were dripping with this taunting, teasing air, all of which seeped into Claire's head. Biting into his bottom lip, the fox stared down towards Hector's hand, feeling his palm run up and down his thigh. The touches quickly drew a response from his body, making a certain area of his start to stiffen and rise.

Curling his hands into fists, Claire tried to relieve the tension he was feeling, but to no avail. All of Hector's taunts, all of his teasing, all of his fucking, had perfectly sculpted the fox's form without him even knowing it. His boss knew his body better than he did, including how to turn him on by touches alone.

That riding... riding hand... the way it stroked up... and then down... then up... and then down. Closing his eyes tight, Claire tried to hold it in, but--

"Haagh~!"

Quickly he clamped his hand over his mouth, his eyes wide as he darted around in a circle. They were still driving on the roads; no one heard him moan like that... right? And... what kind of moan was that in the first place? It was so high-pitched, so... _girly!_He's never moaned like that in his life! At least, he can't remember making such a noise before!

But that hand. That damn, taunting, teasing hand! It came swiveling up, where it palmed Clarence's cock through his jeans. Up and down Hector rubbed him, sometimes chuckling, but most of the time remaining silent as he kept his eyes trained on the road before him. And all Claire could do was cling to his arm, holding it close... but not forcing him off.

His face said 'no', but his body screamed 'more!' And Hector knew it. And Hector _indulged_in it.

"Why don't you pull down your pants, Claire," he said, his words being suggestive... but his tone being that of an order.

Hearing them seemed to snap the fox into reality, making him tense up. Around his head turned, scanning his immediate vicinity. The cars around him, the sidewalk nearby, the street lights they were driving under, the buildings on each side; there were so many eyes, so many faces! At any time, someone could look over and see this, even if they were driving by! This wasn't some secret space around some nook and cranny; this was as 'public' as they could possibly get!

So why? Why did he pull his fucking pants down!?

Biting into his bottom lip, Clarence pulled down his pants far enough to reveal his hard cock. It sprung and bounce to life before him; this purple-colored canine length with a modest knot, and a tapered tip.

A tapered tip which glistened as _precum_oozed down its side.

Gasping, Claire looked at his throbbing length, astonished by how hard he was right now. He couldn't believe he'd gotten this way this fast beneath Hector's wiles... but of course he would. Again, the lion knew his body better than he himself did, and he was poised to act on this.

Reaching out for Clarence's length, Hector wrapped his strong hand around it, where he slowly began brushing his hand back. The fox flinched, immediately feeling a jolt of pleasure surge through him as his boss' powerful palm grace his sensitive length. Softly, back and forth, Hector stroked his hand along Claire's cock, building the pleasure to such a height that he--

"Haaaugh!"

"Oh dear, Clarence. Out in public no less? Heh... naughty boy you."

Hector's words snapped him back in reality, making Claire look up to the street lights hanging overhead. The red_street lights overhead. They were no longer driving; they were completely_still. Meaning... if he were to look around at the nearby street corners, he'd probably see people. No, not 'probably' he most certainly _will_see people!

So you know what Claire did? He sank.

Cheeks turning redder than a tomato, he sunk down in his seat, refusing to look around and embarrassingly stare at the no doubt shocked expressions of anyone who heard his airy moan. And if anyone were to look at Hector's car, all they'd see was his ears sticking out from over the car's edge.

Well, that and the laughing lion who put his foot on the gas pedal when the lights finally turned green.

"Hah hah hah!"

Hector's boisterous laughter was finally enough to make Clarence raise up, his green eyes leering at the lion beside him. Damn him and his antics; didn't he know how embarrassing this was for him? Someone - _anyone -_could have heard him make such a noise! Then what would he do? Well... laugh, like he was now!

Well guess what! _Two_can play at this game! And no, Clarence didn't care that Hector could probably kill them both if he did something stupid!

Gritting his teeth, Claire reached over to palm Hector's pants, cutting the lion's laughter short as he instead gave a curious gasp. But he didn't say anything, instead chuckling in a low, knowing manner, as if to further bait and spurn the fox. And spurned he was, reaching his hands over to quickly unbuckle and unzip his boss' pants. It took a bit of finagling, but Clarence was able to open those pants up and--

Fwip!

Ah...

Shit...

Dammit...

Hector's dick stood out tall before him, making Clarence spring back. Fuck this big, long, thick cock of his! The red shine, the veins, the girthy width, and those barbs at the tip which knew how to pluck, and to tease, and to stroke every inch of Claire's ass. After a year of entangling his body with Hector's, he knew this penis better than he knew his own! So he should have already known that pulling out his cock was only going to be bad for him.

"Ah... sh-shit..." Clarence muttered, to which Hector chuckled.

"What's wrong, Claire?" he replied, "You went through all of this trouble; why are you stopping now?"

The fox looked up, reading Hector's coy and smirking face. He just had to tease him, to taunt him, didn't he? This was all a game for the lion, and Clarence was just a player in it. No matter how many times he tried to turn the tables, the house _always_wins.

Shit...

Claire looked back at Hector's massive member, watching it stand tall as the pillar of pleasure it always was. The smell which struck the fox's nose, immediately made his ears and tail twitch. No matter how many times he got a whiff of the lion's manly musk, it always reduced him to quivering mess. His length throbbed between his legs, he bit into his bottom lip, and his face twisted into a defeated visage.

Like... dammit!

Swip!

Clarence undid his belt's buckle, giving himself space to maneuver. Then he leaned over, his face drawing nearer and nearer to Hector's throbbing length. Closing his eyes, he opened his mouth up, and--

"Mmmff!"

Clarence's mouth wrapped around Hector's cock, pushing it into the pouches of his cheeks. A grunt quickly left him as the taste and smell filled his every orifice. His tongue was coated in Hector's salty, bitter and strong tang, while his nose was overwhelmed by his musky odor. He could smell some of the body wash the lion used on himself earlier this morning, but it was mostly overwhelmed by the superior scent of his body.

Not like Claire could focus on something like that with his mouth full.

Up and down, he gently sucked upon the length in his mouth. He recognized its many ridges, its many veins, and traced them all wonderfully with his trained tongue. The taste too was so intoxicating, reminding him of the many, many_times he's sucked and pleasured this cock. No matter how many times he does so, it _never_loses its luster, never loses its taste. And that taste kept making Claire_melt.

His jaw loosening around Hector's cock, he softly bobbed his head up and down as he sucked on the lion's length. At the same time, Clarence reached down with his hand and wrapped it around his own penis, jerking himself off as he sucked on his boss' length.

The world around them ceased to manner. Yes he could feel the car they were in start to sway back and forth as they drove to their destination, but Claire's thoughts were dominated by the cock in his mouth, and the lion who sported it.

His throat relaxing, the fox sucked Hector down to the base, where he softly choked around it. It had been a couple days since he last did such a thing, but a year long session of training had practically molded his throat to take this cock in deep. The way the barbs plucked at his tongue, his gums, his throat, sent a thrilling sensation of pleasure down deeper into his body. Suddenly, the tight space of this car was far too constricting; he wanted to get on his knees before this dick!

But, right, they were still driving, still heading... somewhere. Clarence could take his time. Sucking. Sucking. Sucking. And rubbing his own cock too, right; rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. Oh, the heat and the sweat which built up between them would be choking. Ya'know, if they weren't driving with the hood down.

To everyone outside the car, they wouldn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just some cool, slick BMW, with an equally as cool lion behind the wheel of it. The buildings blended by, other cars passed on, and people on the streets walked about, with no one being any the wiser.

And how could they? No one saw Clarence down there sucking on Hector's cock, and the lion himself certainly didn't act like he was getting head from some cute fox. He was cool, smirking and grinning, while commanding his sexy car without so much as flinching.

Claire too would have marveled at Hector's coy mannerisms... if he wasn't so busy sucking his cock for all it was worth.

Drool and precum both bubbled from his lips as his head pushed up and down on Hector's cock. Moaning loudly, moaning lewdly, Clarence gleefully filled the air with his shameless and hot voice. He couldn't keep himself back, couldn't hold himself back. And his own cock had reached the absolute pinnacle of length and rigidity, being so firm and hard that it constantly jumped in his palm. Rubbing it harder and harder, faster and faster, more and more.

"Mmffff!!!"

He could feel it. He could feel Hector's cock starting to rumble and throb within his moist mouth. Which means he'd finally - finally -_get that which he yearned for, get that which he desired, get that which he _needed!

And when it came? Oh... did it... _cum..._heh...

"MMMFFF!?"

Hector always found a way of delivering a large load within Clarence's mouth, and now was no different. From throat to teeth, cheeks to gum, and all on his tongue, the fox's mouth was coated with a thick load of lion spunk. It completely filled every inch of his mouth with its hot, spicy, delicious taste. His surprised gasp quickly melted into a shuddering moan, as he laid there, attached to Hector's cock.

Meanwhile...

Spurrt! Spurt! Spurrrt!

"Nmmph!!!"

The cream-colored seats and floors of the lion's BMW were stained with strands of Claire's cum. It shot out in these strong, thick lines, marring the once pristine floors with his hot spunk. It felt good...too good. Moaning more around Hector's length, the fox slowly pulled off of his thick length, feeling his sperm dribble down his lips. And then he...

"_Glped..._mmph... _gulp..._mmmff... ahaah... oh shit..."

Panting softly, Clarence came down to earth as the post-nut clarity struck him... which made his eyes grow wide and face turn pale. He just sucked Hector off in a moving car. A moving car where anyone could have looked over the car's door and see him there, sucking away without a care in the world.

But...

The car...

Had_stopped_. In fact, it didn't _just_stopped; it had been stopped for a _while_now. So focused was Clarence with his fellatio, that he hadn't noticed the car had stopped moving until now. Which means... did someone hear him sucking? Where were they?

He looked up at Hector, reading the lion's chuckling face. But his boss didn't say anything, causing him to curl up a bit in fear that when he brought his gaze up, he will embarrass him to an unknown amount of people.

"H-Hector..." he muttered, "Wh... where are we...?"

"Heh... why don't you come up and look around for yourself?" the lion asked, making him tense up.

"I uh... b-but... I..."

They weren't on the roads anymore; Clarence could tell that much. If they were, they wouldn't have been stopped for so long, unless they were in a traffic jam. But the fox didn't hear the honking or blaring of horns, nor did he hear other voices. Wherever they were, it was quiet.

It took a minute or two to gain the courage to do so, but Claire finally worked up enough nerve to pull himself up. And when he did, he looked round to see--

"A... parking lot?"

Yes, they were in the reserved area of a parking garage. A rather_luxurious_parking garage. Unlike the ones he was used to, this area wasn't gray and dismal with trash and grime everywhere. No, it was pristine and white, with this almost futuristic vibe to it. The cars as well ran the gamut from stylish to boisterous, with all of them being incredibly expensive, even to just _look_at!

"What am...? What...? Wh... where are we?" he asked.

"Heh... you might want to close your gaping mouth, Claire. There's still some cum on your lips."

"Gmph!?"

Clamping his mouth shut, Clarence looked around and his cheeks turned red, while Hector chuckled.

"Now come on. Let me show you to my penthouse."

"Wh... p... penthouse...? Oh my... h..."

After cleaning themselves off, Hector got out of his car with Clarence at his side, his green eyes wide as he drank in the sights around him. Willington was a very no-nonsense city, being a concrete jungle in every sense of the word. But this place - wherever they were - was the complete opposite. It was cool and clean, lacking trash on street corners, or grime and graffiti on building sides. There were kiosks at sidewalks with touch screens, giving someone the ability to bring up a map of the area, among other things. And the people here all were wearing such nice, fancy clothes!

Wait... Claire knew of this place! This was Auric Heights: the Smart Community! It was just over Shelby Bridge on the northern side of Willington! It was a small place with many condos, but that didn't make it any less expensive! If you wanted to indulge in the heights of decadence that Auric Heights could afford you, you needed to be a somebody.

Claire was a 'nobody'. But Hector? Oh yeah, Hector was definitely a 'somebody'!

"I can't believe I'm here... holy shit... H-Hector... you _live_here?" he said, making the lion chuckle.

"I think it's obvious that I do by now," he replied whilst gesturing for a nearby building, "Come on. My home's right this way."

"Uh... y-yeah..."

Boy was Auric Heights so pristine. Not just with the people and buildings, but look at that park over there! The grass was flawless, and the flowers were beautiful! Compared to Haley Park - the one nearest to his apartment - it was like staring at a completely different planet!

"Wow..." Claire muttered, "I..."

"This way, Clarence," Hector called, his booming voice quickly snapping the fox in place.

Under his guidance, they entered through rotating doors into the lobby of a deluxe condo. Like everything in Auric Heights thus far, it carried with it this pristine and futuristic appearance on the walls and floors. The TVs on the walls were some of the highest tech, there was a glorious chandelier over his head, even the receptionist counter appeared to be straight out of some sci-fi movie.

Everything here made Claire feel so... little. The sights, the sounds, the people! Oh heavens, the _people!_Everyone here had the newest phones known to man, and were casually having conversations that went way over the fox's head. Like... were they talking about things like stocks!? Seriously, who has conversations about stocks aside from old white guys!?

"Hey Hector."

"Hiya, Hector!"

"How's it going, Hector?"

Well that sure did quiet Clarence down. These people not only knew Hector, they seemed chummy with him. Meanwhile, the fox couldn't really tell you the names of any of his neighbors! Speaking of... while everyone was mentioning Hector, they didn't seem to notice him. Claire wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Good because he didn't want to be called out. Bad because it left him wondering if it was a common sight seeing the burly lion going home with some young man following behind him.

The implications of both were rather dire.

For Hector's part, he waved at them, maybe tossed back a few 'hellos' of his own, but his focus was on the elevators on the back. They slipped through where the doors closed shut behind them, and when Claire turned, his eyes went wide at the huge number of buttons before him. This building they were in had levels ranging from three basements, up to 30 floors! Like, how does someone look at all of these floors, and not get stricken by a sense of vertigo!?

Making matters worse, Hector tapped the top-most button: floor 33.

Staring ahead to the silver surface of the elevator, Claire could see his reflection looking back at him. He appeared lost, confused, his mind quickly trying to think about what he'd say to Hector now that they were alone. The questions he needed answered, were all bubbling in the back of his head. He almost couldn't hold himself back! But by the time he opened his mouth to speak,

"Hector I--"

Ding!

The doors slid open, and his green eyes grew wide.

There weren't really words good enough to describe the penthouse. Big? Wide? Enormous? Spacious, maybe? Yeah; Spacious was a good enough word to describe how he felt first! This penthouse was spacious. The shear distance he could see was enough to silence Clarence; he could stare throughout the penthouse, look through its glass windows, and see the other buildings surrounding them.

And that's not even getting the penthouse itself.

The best way to describe it would be 'opulent'. The floors and walls had this milk-white color scheme to them, with golden highlights on things like frames and furniture. And then there were the busts around, ones that wouldn't look out of place in some Greek or Roman temple.

Auric Heights was already like stepping into a new world; Hector's penthouse was like stepping into Heaven!

Claire stumbled into the lion's home, spinning around a few times with his mouth agape as he took in everything it had to offer. He'd only seen places like this on TV, or in his wildest of dreams... and even they were lacking compared to the real thing. This all felt unreal... _too_unreal. Palming the nearby cushion of Hector's couch, he squeezed his fingers in, chuckled, and then lucked at the smirking lion behind him.

"This is the part where you reveal you're actually a poor pauper, and this is all some joke, isn't it?" Clarence said, causing his boss to snicker.

"Really? Now why would you come to that conclusion?" Hector asked back.

"Because the opposite is real. And... jeeze..." he shook his head, "I refuse to believe any_of this is real. Like... haah..." he closed his eyes and shook his head, "Hector... just _who_are you? What are you? I know you're my boss and all that, but... this is unreal. Haah... I have to know. It's been eating at me for months now... a _year_now! Ever since you fucked me on that train, I have to ask..." he stepped forward, "_Why me?"

This wasn't some joke, wasn't him being playful, no; this was Claire being genuine, and Hector could see it on his face. There was this desperate need to know who the lion was, what he meant to said lion, and what relationship they shared. Was this nothing more than some kinky game to Hector? Or was there indeed more to all of this?

Claire_needed_ to know.

"Hm... Clarence..."

"Y-yes?"

"Are you hungry?"

"I uh... um..."

Grrrrrrrgggkk!

His cheeks red, the fox looked down to his rumbling stomach. Yeah, he hadn't really eaten anything today, had he? And, no, Hector's _cum_doesn't count.

Palming his face as he blushed more from embarrassment, Claire heard the lion chuckle. Jeeze, why'd his stomach have to be so loud?

"Why don't you make yourself at home," Hector said as he turned away, "I'll go and cook you some breakfast. I hope you enjoy filling omelettes."

"Uh... heh... yeah, I'd love an omelette."

"Heh... make yourself at home, Clarence. I'll handle the rest."

Nodding, the fox finally gained the courage to sit down upon Hector's couch, and... wow... it was so soft. Sitting into it immediately made him sink down by a few inches, followed by a loud, pleasurable groan. Ahhh... so soft and nice; Claire could feel himself melting.

But then he straightened up, his eyes cutting over towards the nearby walls of Hector's home. Behind him, he could hear the lion starting to toil away within the home's opulent kitchen, twisting knobs, flipping switches, and turning everything on. Aside from humming, the lion remained mostly silent, allowing Clarence to silently appreciate his surroundings.

Everything here went _well_beyond his station. Claire was just some dumb fox who lucked himself into a business position for a company that sells software! He lived in a two room apartment in Willington's lower middle-class area! But this? This was like sitting in a palace among the clouds! He could see not only throughout Auric Heights from the penthouse, but well beyond to Willington's lower side! Like, there's the apartment where his friend Marcus lives, and there's Willington Community College to name a few! And isn't that the city hall!?

And is this a _pool!?_This penthouse has a rooftop pool!? How the hell did he miss that until now!?

Around and around Clarence walked, amazed by the sights of Willington he was being introduced to. But this appreciation soon shifted to the halls inside of the penthouse. There were portraits on the walls, pictures and photos of distant places... and Hector among them.

Attracted to them, Claire walked to the photos to get a better look. These images of Hector were of him in places like France, Germany, England, Japan; places Clarence could only visit through photos on the internet. He's gone on adventures before, seen amazing places, met amazing people.

Where the hell does someone like Clarence fit into all of that?

This feeling was something he had been warring with for months now. Clarence felt so lesser compared to someone like Hector, and no, not in a bedroom setting where the lion was clearly the top. No, when things were more serious - when things were about life- Claire felt minuscule compared to his boss.

Why? Why why why? That word bounced around in his head on infinite repeat. Taunting him. Teasing him. Threatening him with an answer he didn't want. And that answer was simple.

Claire feared that Hector was just humoring him, and once he got his sexual fill of the fox, he would becoming nothing in the lion's life. Just some kinky boy toy he fucked for the better half of a year, and nothing else s he moves on to whatever other piece of meat was out there.

Clarence wasn't stupid; he knew he was getting into his own head with these thoughts. But that didn't change the fact that he was getting into his own head with these thoughts. It was hard if not outright impossible for him to break free of these mental constraints. He felt so... so...

"Clarence?"

"AH!?"

Springing up, Claire turned around to face Hector. He must have been so in his mind that he lost track of time, because now the lion was standing before him with two plates of expertly made omelettes. Meat, eggs and cheese were all perfectly blended together in a meal that made Claire's mouth water, his nose twitch, and his stomach growl.

Together, Hector and Claire walked to the dining room table, where they sat opposite of one another. Naturally, the lion was calm and suave as usual, gleefully enjoying his meal with a cup of coffee at his side. But Clarence couldn't let go of his thoughts, which stopped him from taking a bite right away. Instead he focused his gaze on Hector, reading his face and features.

Seriously, he's known the lion for a year now, but he was still this mysterious book to him. And now that he had the chance to open that book, to read its contents and learn more about it... he was afraid to do so. Because the truth could be scathing, could be painful, could be--

"Are you just going to look all day? Or are you going to say something?"

"H... hnn!"

Clarence tensed up as he was once again sprung from his inner thoughts.

"S-sorry, I was just... just thinking..." he muttered, causing Hector to raise an eyebrow.

"Thinking, eh? About what?" he asked whilst leaning in, "You... clearly want to ask me a question. And considering how tense you are... that question is a _serious_one, is it not?" he leaned his head over, "At the risk of coming off a bit pushy... just go ahead and ask it, Clarence. I promise, I won't bite... unless... that's what you _want_me to do."

"No that's... I mean... I... haaah..."

Clarence's shoulders slumped forward, almost in a defeated manner. He felt so tiny and weak and insignificant against the wills of the universe around him, and it all started with Hector. He just needed to ask these words; just say them. He was normally so courageous, but now he was cowardly.

This question! This damn question! Just say it, Clarence, say it! Just come out and say--

"WHAT ARE WE!?!?"

Ooookaaaaay... maybe not _that_loud, but at least he said it. He said it.

He said it.

And now, there was no taking it back.

Stymied in place, it took everything in Clarence's power to look at Hector. The lion was leering at him, a grin on his face, while a few knowing chuckles escaped his lips. It confused the fox, made him pull back too.

"What's wrong...?" he asked, to which Hector shook his head.

"You are a very interesting young man, Clarence," he remarked, "I thought your question earlier was just you venting, but now I understand that you really want to know. Well... this is a date, is it not? Soooo..." he nodded, "I will answer your question in the_best_ way I know how. But first..." he tapped the table, "Why don't you eat first? And then? Heh... and then..."

His voice trailed off, taunting Claire in a way. The fox wanted to know what that 'and then' meant... though as he took a bite of his meal and thought about it more, he slowly came to the realization that it meant exactly_what he thought it meant. Suddenly, the taste of eggs, meat and various spices, were beaten out by the residing flavor of _spunk.

Oh dear...

Silently, Clarence took bite after bite of his meal, though his green eyes remained on the smirking lion sitting opposite of him. Damn Hector; he knew what he was doing to the fox, and he _reveled_in it! There were even moments where Claire felt his fingers slip on his fork and knife, dropping them accidentally. It didn't take him too long to finish his meal, but it left him trembling.

Hector stood first, a few more chuckles leaving his lips which sent a shiver down Claire's spine. Opening his mouth, he tried to say a word, but his boss hooked his finger through the air, taunting him with it.

"Not yet," he whispered, "As you know, Clarence, I fancy myself a man of action. They do speak so much louder than words, do they not? Heh. That's why I already know so much about you. Things you don't even know about yourself! Because while your mouth may say one thing, your actions certainly say something else. So... how about this?"

Cutting himself short, Hector walked over towards the center of his living room... and began unbuttoning his shirt. Eyes wide, Clarence could only stare at him in complete silent awe as the lion slowly began undressing himself. It wasn't a striptease; Hector was undressing as casually as he normally would; his audience notwithstanding.

But boy, did Claire hang on every bit of it.

Because of how risky their sex typically was, it was rare for the lion to unveil his full, nude body. In the comfort of his own penthouse however, there was nothing stopping him from unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling his pants, zipping them down, and then pulling it all off of his body.

What took all of only a few seconds, felt like a full length movie for Claire, who stood there drinking in every sordid detail of his boss' body. The muscles on his shoulders and chest, the Adonis-like physique, the fur which was so neatly groomed, and of course, that wild and strong red mane; no matter how many times he saw it, it always made the fox grow weak in the knees.

Alas, Hector stood tall and naked before his subordinate, with only his open button up shirt resting on his shoulders. With the city's grand backdrop behind him, he looked like some model posing on the front of a travel flier.

And he had his eyes locked squarely on him.

"Come here, Clarence," he said, beckoning the fox forward.

"I... you still haven't answered my..." he muttered, to which his boss chuckled.

"Forgot what I said already? Remember: actions speak louder than words. What, do you think I invite just _anybody_to my penthouse. Now then..."

Standing before Hector, Clarence remained still as the lion's strong hand seized upon his body. Chuckling lowly, he undressed the fox before him, being somehow both fast yet slow at the same time. Efficient, would be the best word to describe it. Claire didn't even know what was happening until it was over, and his clothes had fallen upon the couch behind him.

"So..." Hector muttered as he gazed down upon Clarence's dazed face, "Are you finally getting an understanding of how I feel towards you? Of our relationship with one another?"

"Heh... I... I think," Claire replied in a rare moment of cheekiness from him, "Though... heh... I'd really appreciate a little more... evidence. Heh."

"'Evidence' you say? Hmm... I think I have the perfect 'evidence' to give you."

Push!

"Ah?"

Falling down on Hector's plush couch, Clarence looked up towards the lion's towering cock in front of him. A grin adorning his lips, the fox was just about to open his mouth up, only to hear his boss give a teasing chuckle. Instead, Hector turned around, flaunting his chiseled ass in front of Claire.

Oh... he wanted him to go down on _this_area of his body, eh? Can do...

Placing his hands upon Hector's ass, Clarence cupped and squeezed in, feeling the lion's firm butt press back. Ooooh, how he absolutely adored_this area of the lion's body. So strong and firm, but that paled in comparison to the _smell. That strong, overwhelming, overpowering _smell._Pressing his nose up to the crack of Hector's ass, Claire got a nice and long hard whiff of it, the sound of it audibly reverberating through the air.

Just like--

"Snnniiiiiifffff!!!_Oooh... oh man... I... _Sniiiifffff!!!"

"Heh heh! Don't get too excited. We've only just begun!"

With dexterous skill, Hector used his tail to gently rub and tease Claire's face... before drawing his eyes in towards his tight, puckering asshole. The smell was one thing, but the sight made him drool. One could even swear they heard a stomach growl... maybe Clarence wasn't quite full yet.

Oh... he will be after he's done feasting!

"Mmmff!"

"Oooh! Heh heh heh!"

Hector's chuckles rumbled into his ears, being the perfect sound to go along with the taste that laced his tongue. Moaning hungrily against his boss, Clarence swiveled his tongue around the lion's taint, reminding him of the taste he so rarely got. Sucking Hector's cock off beneath his desk is one thing, but eating his asshole out? That's something else entirely! They'd need to be, like, in a bathroom to do that, or the staff closet, or in a cubicle way late at night.

Ooooooh yeesssss...!

But they weren't sneaking around anymore, were they? As much as Clarence adored his kinky bouts of risky sex, being here in the safety of Hector's penthouse was a different thrill in its own right. Here they could be as loud and lewd for as long as they pleased with no fear of anyone seeing or hearing them.

Assuming of course they didn't get some lewd voyeurs from other rooftops...

Leaning over, Hector rested his chest against his living room coffee table, causing Clarence to slide down along with him. Moaning, he hungrily lapped and feasted upon Hector's asshole, giving it the spit shine it so rightfully deserved. His tongue pressed it, swirled around, then pulled back with a sliver of spit hanging from his lips.

Feeling that tongue so eagerly squirm about within his anus, made Hector's cock and balls twitch. His length stiffened between his legs, shaking left and right with eager excitement. Noticing this - or perhaps to further along the the lion's pleasure - Claire reached down and gripped his length, giving it a squeeze as he began rubbing it up and down. Such a thick, throbbing rod; feeling it pulsate against his hand filled the fox with pleasure, and made his own anus twitch.

Ooooh... he knew where _this_thing was going.

Moaning deeper into Hector's ass, Claire spread out his firm buttocks as far as it could go, giving him even more space to operate, and letting him delve his tongue even deeper_into his asshole. But just as the deepest flavors were finally striking his tongue, Hector's firm tail suddenly began... pushing him_away.

"H... huh?" Clarence muttered, taken aback by the lion, "Wh... what's wrong? Why'd you push me? Did I... do something wrong?"

"Oh no... quite the opposite," Hector muttered, "I think you did a perfectly fine job. It's more so that... well... remember, I was going to provide some evidence for you in relation to our relationship? Heh... well, here it is..."

"Wh... what? What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this... right... here..."

With expert control, Hector used his tail to point straight as his spit-covered anus, drawing Clarence's eyes in. He was still confused however; what did he want him to do? Rim him some more?Wasn't he already rimming the lion?

Now, look, Claire's not the smartest, but he's not stupid. And as the gears slowly started ticking in his head, his eyes grew wide with realization. This 'evidence' the fact that Hector was baring his ass towards him, how he just finished spit-shining it; the lion... his boss... he wanted him to--

"R-really...? I-I mean... me and... you want me to... to you?" Claire muttered in disbelief as his mouth hung wide, "B-but... aren't you the--"

"Top? Heh heh... so cutely _naive_of you to hang to such notions, Clarence," the lion replied, "Shocking as it may be to hear, I was a young man too once, a long time ago. One who was exploring his body... heh... so..." he shook his hips, "Why don't you come over here and remind me of this kind of pleasure?"

"I... I uh... I..."

Claire's words may have failed him, but his actions didn't! After scrambling about, the fox stood up before Hector, his green eyes locked on the lion's perfect ass. This was his chance! He was going to fuck his boss! The thrill of the situation combined with his own desires, drawing him to grip his purple cock hard and press the tip of it towards the lion's ass.

And...

"Oh~"

The slightest touch made his cock throb so hard.

Biting into his bottom lip, Clarence started pushing his length into Hector's strong, muscular, asshole. There was a rigidity here, but not from lack of experience. No, the power here was what one would expect of such a powerful lion as he. Claire needed to fight in order to push his length in even deeper! But it brought with it this_pleasure_. Ooooooooh, so much pleassuuurreeeee!

Sinking his dick inside, brought a beaming smile to the fox's face. The ridges and bumps within Hector's anus were all squeezing upon his length. This asshole he's only explored with his tongue, was now cradling and wrapping around his length.

Pleasure ruminated through his form, centering on his cock, and then traveling up towards his ears and back again. A sliver of drool hung from Claire's lips as he started guiding his cock back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Every penetration into Hector's tight ass, sent a bolt of pleasure rushing through him. He'd forgotten how good feeling like this was.

But even through all the pleasure and ecstasy, he wasn't ignorant to what this meant. For Hector to let him do something like this to him, showed in action just what he meant to the lion. He was right; actions spoke much louder than words ever could.

"Nmph...! Haaah...! I... aaah... Hector," Claire muttered as he softly thrusted into the lion's ass.

"Heh heh... having fun back there?" Hector asked.

"I... I can't believe... I... aaahh...!"

At a lost for words, all Clarence could focus on was the pleasure which traveled through his cock. The pulling back, the thrusting forward; how could Hector's ass be both so firm yet so elastic at the same time? The lion had expert control over his body, capable of clinching and squeezing down on the fox's length as he took his ass; again and again and again. Sure, Claire was the one fucking him, but Hector was in control.

Hector was always in control.

The fox could feel it, and it was all because of his own inhibitions. He was never much of a top, always acting as the bottom. And when given power such as this, he almost didn't know what to do with it. He was acting like a virgin now with how his hips sloppily thrusted back and forth. Some were too strong, some were too weak, others too fast, others too slow, but all of them felt good to Clarence. And Hector? He never said a word, outside of a few taunting chuckles.

Those damn chuckles...

How they taunted Clarence, teased him... made him fall deeper and deeper into this well of pleasure. And as his hands gripped hard upon Hector's firm hips, he started rutting into the lion even stronger and faster than before. He could feel the build up of pleasure; the surge and rush of euphoria starting to build up within his cock and balls, making them both tighten.

Ah! Was he really this much of a quickfire? Or had it really been that long since he's been the one fucking a person? Yes, and yes. Clarence could feel his length reach its absolute zenith within Hector's ass, his knot bottoming against the entrance to the lion's anus. Caution thrown to the wind, he focused entirely on his hips, swinging them forward with increasing strength, increasing fervor, until finally--

"Aaaah!?"

He was doing it. Clinging close to Hector's ass, Clarence unleashed a torrent of his jizz deep into the lion's ass. Oh... this feeling... this blissfully erotic and euphoric feeling. He was cumming into his boss' ass. He was cumming_into his boss' _ass!

"Mmmh...!"

A drooling smile appeared on his lips as the feeling overwhelmed him. Pleasure coursed down his length and straight into Hector's tightening asshole, causing the lion to groan as well. This plastering of hot, warm cum; it filled and coated every inch of his tight anus. And the feeling of Claire pulling back, drawing his length out of his ass, caused the fox to give a parting--

"Ah~"

Of pleasure.

He fell back, resting against the couch behind him, while his green eyes drank in the image of Hector's quivering asshole. The cum which oozed out of it slicked and slid down the lion's chiseled butt, and fell down on the floor beneath them.

Pushing up against the table beneath him, Hector raised a curious eyebrow towards Clarence as the fox struggled to catch his breath. Seeing him be so overwhelmed made him chuckle; it looks like this gray fox would need a bit more training.

"Feel good?" Hector asked, making Claire chuckle.

"I feel great," he replied, his lips a smile, "Haaaah... Hector... I can't believe you'd..."

"Let you fuck me?" he replied whilst straightening up, "It is pretty shocking, isn't it? Heh... but you seemed so lost before, so unsure of yourself and where we are in our relationship. I hope this serves as good enough evidence."

"Evidence... heh... oh... you're gonna make me sick_of the word," Claire replied with a chuckle, "Though... I could use a little bit _more. I mean... I think I have an _idea_of what we are in this relationship, but I'm not completely sure. Heh..."

Clarence's sarcastic tone made Hector chuckle, and then turn to face the fox.

"Really? A little bit more?" he said as he gently pinched Claire's chin, "Well now... looks like I'll need to keep arguing in my favor. Fortunately, my own _lips_are quite the skilled debater."

"You're own... oh my... I..."

Clarence's cocked throbbed, but that's _not_what Hector was talking about. With a chuckle, he placed his hand on the fox's shoulder, making him stiffen up... and then turning him around. His heart quickly picked in pace, while Hector's strong, burly hands traced down towards his hips, gripping them--

"Aah!?"

And hoisting them up.

"Oh!? Ahah! H-Hector!"

"Heh heh heh!"

Face resting in the plush cushions of Hector's couch, Clarence had his ass lifted up and presented to the lion as if it were on a silver platter. These girlish hips, this soft tushy, this elastic ass; oooh, Hector knew it all so well. When his fingers traced upon Claire's figure, the gray fox stiffened up and groaned, then grinned from cheek to cheek; nodded too. Hector's hands were so strong, so powerful... and when they gripped, they gripped hard!

"Hnnggg!!!"

He spread apart Clarence's butt cheek, revealing his tight asshole to him. It puckered, twitched, clinched too; desperate to have something nice and hot inserted into it. And Hector was poised to give it to him... after he got it wet and loose, of course.

Closing his eyes, the lion descended down, first taunting Claire with the warm heat of his breath against his anus. It drew ruminating twitches through his body, and brought the phantom sensations of Hector's earlier actions on his ass. He could remember his cock, remember his fingers, and now, Hector was going to teach him the sensation of his_tongue._

"Mmph!"

"Aaah!"

Clarence's eyes grew wide as Hector's strong tongue fell upon his tight ass. His spit brought this heat, with both making the fox shiver and groan. Oh it felt so good! The lion's tongue was licking and lapping at his asshole, swirling around the ring, and then pushing and pressing inside. Compared to his own tongue, Hector's was so much stronger, so much thicker! It forced open the tight walls of anus, causing him to clinch back in... only to then have them forced open again! Claire couldn't keep his voice in, letting it fly so loud and high and pitch. Hector meanwhile gave low chuckles which further reverberated through his boy toy's body.

Such a lovely, kinky little taste he had. But that wasn't nearly as great as the sounds which flowed form his lips. The moans, the groans, the sudden--

"YIP!?"

Of surprise he gave every now and then. Clarence was an instrument, and Hector was his ever so skilled player. He knew when to blow, when to lick, when to spit... and when to stop...

"Ah!? Mph!"

Claire's body dropped, landing face first into the couch before him as his hips and ass fell. Shaking his head, he looked over his shoulder towards the lion behind him, who merely chuckled as he looked back. The fox couldn't even eek out a word before Hector rose up and slapped his cock between the crack of his ass, causing him to flinch and tense up.

"Uhh..."

"I think that your ass has been thoroughly lubed up, wouldn't you agree? Heh heh heh... but just to make suuuurreee..."

Reaching down, Hector traced Claire's ass with his hand... before pressing his middle finger right up and into the fox's tight asshole. He groaned, then clinched in hard around the digit, squeezing and milking it for the seed that it couldn't give. Hector chuckled at the fox's eagerness, before squirming and writhing his digits about within his ass. Wider and wider he spread out his anal walls, making Claire groan even harder as his face twitched. And then...

"Hah!"

Hector stopped as he pulled his fingers from his ass.

Dropping again, a frustrated growl left Claire's lips. Damn this lion; he was playing with his food! Why didn't he just--

Smack!

"ARF!?"

Grab!

"OH!?"

Nevermind!

Both of Hector's powerful hands gripped upon his waist and hips, holding them tight as he fitted himself behind him. Leaning in, his long, thick cock slapped against Claire's ass, bouncing up and down to tease him one last time. Those slick barbs which he'd come to recognize were now tracing along the crack of his ass... and then pressing up against the entrance to his anus.

No matter how many times this happens, it always feels so--

THRUST!

"GOOOD! AAAAHAHH!!!"

What does it say of their sex life when Clarence could claim that his ass has been carved out in the shape of Hector's cock? What does it say of their sex life if that claim turns out to be 100% _true?_It probably says a lot of things, doesn't it?

Still... Clarence would say - without hesitation - that his ass is in the shape of Hector's cock. And he'd be right.

With one mighty thrust, the lion pushed his dick down deep into Claire's awaiting body. It didn't matter how tight his asshole walls were; once that cock came out, he was reduced to nothing more than a shuddering bitch. Every bump, every ridge, every inch of his tight anus was spread out by Hector, and he could feel it on a finite level! And those barbs - oh those barbs! - they plucked, and struck, and teased his anus as they slid in deep. Deeper...

Deeper...

And then it stopped.

Hector's firm hips ground hard against Claire's pert ass, forcing the fox against the couch in front of him. Sitting there, he floated in an air of ecstasy, an air of euphoria, that brought a smile to his kooky lips. And when Hector pulled back, it made Clarence groan and quiver.

Again, the lion's cock stroked through his anus, teasing every bit. Why was he being so slow? When it was slow like this - when it was_passionate_ like this - Clarence almost didn't know what to do! His mind was going on sensory overload!

Wait... what was that before? Something about... passion?_Yes, that's it. This was... _passionate. Hector wasn't rutting in some corner somewhere, or under the noses of their co-workers. He was slowly guiding his cock in and out of Clarence's ass in the comfort of his penthouse. It took the fox a few moments to realize this. It was rare in their relationship for him to be capable of just letting his voice sing. And now? Oh now...

"Aaaaahh! Haaaah! Aaah! Gah! Hector! Nngghh!"

His moans and groans floated through the air, mixing with the sensual 'Pats!' which sounded out from Hector's waist. Every thrust into him by the lion's cock, was bringing him to higher and higher plains of pleasure. At the same time, his boss was getting faster as his anus grew looser. The once muted patting grew louder, and soon the force was so strong that the couch was shaking around him.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

"FUUCK! AAAH! SO GOOD! MMMPH!"

Claire's cock was hard as a rock as it dangled between his legs. When did it even get that hard? It both felt like an eternity since he last came, but also felt too short? Ah, did it even matter? Here, right now, his balls were churning with this furious need to unleash its seed, but he knew that it _wasn't_his choice to make.

It was Hector's. In this moment, right here and now, _he_decided how long this went; _he_decided when Claire came. Sometimes it would be quick. Other times, he'd let the fox writhe and contort. But this time? This time he slooooooweeeed himself down, coming to a complete halt in Clarence's ass.

"Gaaah! Haah! Haaah!"

The fox panted, struggling to catch his breath, while Hector chuckled above him. Hands on his lover's hips, he gently caressed and kneaded his body... only to grip hard a second later. And then he drew his hips and cock back, niiiiiiiiiiccceeeee aaaaannnnnnddddd sslloooooooooowwwwwwllyyy...

And then one second past.

And another second.

And another second.

One more second.

And...

THRUST!

"AAAH!"

With one mighty thrust, Hector's cock slammed against the fox's prostate, causing instant sensory overload. Sight, sound, smell, taste, and feel, all relayed information to him at sonic speeds! He could see stars, could hear his own voice, could smell the pungent odor of sex, could taste Hector's body on his lips, and what he felt? Heh...

He felt an explosion.

Clarence's climax roared through his body, causing his cock to sputter and shoot out a torrent of jizz which made a mess of the couch and floor beneath him. Rope, followed by rope, followed by rope, which seemed hesitant, if not outright _impossible_to stop!

But nothing was as great as the explosion roaring in his ass.

Hector's cock grew twice as large... or... at least Claire _thought_it grew twice as large. It felt more like a burning rod than it did a penis, and what it shot inside of him burned like _molten steel!_Thick, strong, gooey cum flooded into every inch of the fox's ass, coating it all white, and spurting out around Hector's thick cock. But it wasn't just one blast, or two, it was a virtual _flood_of semen that just kept coming and coming and coming.

And_cumming..._

Clarence nor Hector could tell you how long it took. But once it was over, the lion pulled his dick nice and slow out of the fox's spent asshoe, and--

"Ah~"

Pmph!

Claire fell face first into the couch, groaning as his body followed suit. Oooh, the pleasure ruminating through his form couldn't be described. But if he were to try, he'd say... satisfied.

And even then the word felt far too weak.

"Nmmggh... oooh... shit..." Claire muttered as he pulled up, a goofy smile on his lips, "That was amazing..."

"Heh...just amazing?" Hector replied as he sat down beside Clarence, "Not... 'earth-shattering' or... 'astounding'... or even 'breathtaking'."

The fox pouted at him, his face becoming annoyed.

"Heeeey... I'm not as refined as you! I don't know those big words!"

"Heh heh heh heh heh!"

Hector's boisterous laughter filled the air of his penthouse, and though he didn't want to, Clarence found himself begrudgingly laughing along. Raising up, the fox rested against the lion, finding his big, broad body to be so gentle. That's why he liked Hector so much. Not only was he some strong top who could fuck him until he saw stars, but when it was all said and done, he could be this surprisingly sweet man to rest his head against.

"Haaaah... hm... so far... this date's going great," Clarence said, again making Hector laugh.

"You are a very honest man, Claire," Hector said, "I think that's why I like you so much..."

"R... really...?" muttered the fox as he looked up at the lion's face, before sitting on his knees, "A... actually.., Hector, while we're here, can I ask you a question?"

"Hm? Sure... what's wrong, Claire?"

"I... um... it's about that day on the train. A year ago, remember? I didn't even know your name, but you... heh..." he blushed, "But you still fucked me up against that window. I couldn't even muster up enough courage to turn around and look at you. But ever since that day, I've been wondering why me?" he raised an eyebrow, "I know you already knew who I was because you were going to be my boss... but that doesn't explain why you fucked me on that train. Unless that's how you pick out all of your new recruiters."

"Hah hah! I assure you, that's not how the hiring process goes!"

"Well... that's a relief! But..." Clarence shook his head, "That still doesn't explain it. The way you picked me out... it's... it's almost like you already knew_me. Even more so than just reading my name in a file somewhere. So..." he raised an eyebrow, "_Why?"

The air grew a bit heavy. Normally, Hector wore this charming smile on his lips. But now... it was nowhere to be seen. Understanding the weight of Claire's question, he reached over and palmed the fox's cheek, where he gently caressed it.

"Clarence..." he muttered, "You remind me of someone I met once. Someone long, long ago. When I saw you... heh... I just had to _have_you."

"Wh... what...?"

"Heh... sorry... that probably comes off as sounding creepier than it's supposed to," Hector said as he shook his head, "Let me try again... h... hm..." he placed his hands on his chin in a rare moment of bewilderment. Or maybe he was just choosing the perfect words to say. Yes, that's it.

"You were very candid about yourself during the interview," Hector said, "Almost too much so. You told our interviewer far more things than necessary about yourself."

"Heh... I did, didn't it?" Clarence said sheepishly, "I was only trying to be honest and get the job," he looked at Hector in a quizzical manner, "I take it that you pulled strings to get me that job."

The lion shook his head.

"No, I didn't. I wasn't going to manipulate things in your favor. You were one of many potential hires trying to get into Gold Star; it would have been wrong of me to give you an unfair advantage."

"I see..."

"But don't be ashamed of it. You got into Gold Star by your own hard work. You should be proud of that, Clarence."

"Heh. I am, I am," he said with a nod, "Sorry for interrupting you. Uh... you said I reminded you of someone, right? Keep going, Hector."

"Heh... I'm older than you by a few years. And as you can tell looking around at my penthouse, I've been around the world to various places. I've met a lot of people, Clarence. A lot of people who I've known... and_forgotten_. So it's a toss up to say who it is that you remind me of. It could be a person I've met on my travels, or perhaps someone even sooner than that. Maybe I met you..." he leered in, "Maybe I've met you before. Heh... maybe I've met you before in a previous life. I don't really know, but..."

His voice trailed off.

"But... what...?" Clarence asked.

Hector didn't answer. Instead he looked away an stared off to the distance. His face had shifted, becoming serious and thoughtful... a far cry from his normally charming expressions. It confused Clarence; what was going on in the lion's head? What was he about to say?

"Hector...?"

"Claire... how long have we known each other?"

"About... a year...?" he replied.

"Hm... a year is a long time. A long, long time. Clarence...?"

"Yes..?"

"Move in with me."

There was a pause.

"What...?"