Another part of the collab between me and my friend Tristan Black Wolf on SoFurry, who wrote the story parts. And I'm pretty sure the mirror images aren't correct in some parts, but that's what you get from an artist without any three-dimensional sense of imagination XD
As the two citras took Kovu and Jack into the back rooms, Simba was startled to find that Joe had leaned forward and removed his shirt. With a grin, the indigo-furred wolf looked at Simba as he said, "I think we'll be enjoying the full treatment today, Hector. I'm sure my friend will agree."
"But of course, Mr. Wolf," the panther smiled in return, pressing a buzzer on the wall that was almost invisible unless you knew what to look for.
"Go ahead, buddy," Joe urged, settling back into his chair and propping his hindpaws on the stool in front of his chair. "Reviewing a wardrobe can be a tiring business. Hector wants to make sure that we're completely satisifed, so he insists on our being comfortable while our husbands get themselves ready for us."
Two more young citras entered the room, dressed like the first pair and looking very much like them. Simba had a momentary thought that they were being made, like fresh clones, in another room. Without waiting for further invitation, one of the pair removed another small stool from underneath Joe's chair and, standing upon it, was now in a position to begin rubbing the wolf's shoulders. Judging from the moaning sounds that Joe was making, the citra knew what he was doing.
"Roger is very good with his forepaws," the panther purred softly, "but Rory is no less so. If you would be so kind...?"
Simba didn't have to be asked twice; when it came to enjoying his pleasure, he rarely (if ever) said no. In moments, he was stripped to the waist and leaning back to give Rory fully access to his broad shoulders. It didn't take long before he had to fight to keep his tongue from lolling, and the expression on Joe's face told him that the wolf felt much the same way.
From the back rooms of the shop, a very stylish-looking young lion entered, wearing a suit that fit him fairly well already, although with a bit of tailoring would make him quite the dashing figure. Pants, vest, and jacket hung just a little loosely, to give a competent tailor room to work. No shirt was evident, so Kovu's handsome chest fur peeked out above the V-cut of the vest. Simba was delighted with his mate's appearance -- a more formal outfit than the dark-furred lion usually wore, and the very model of a good executive.
"I feel so butch," Kovu grumped just a little, even though he was smiling. It was clear that he too was impressed with the suit.
"You look ready to take over any corporate job you want."
"What makes you think I'd want one?" Kovu laughed. "And you look like all you two need is a couple of furs waving large palm fronds over your heads!"
"It could be arranged," Hector grinned all the way to his whiskers.
"My turn!" called Jack, who stepped out in a perfect French maid's outfit in perfect black and white, but with emerald accents that matched his eyes as if made from their essence. "Am I stunning?"
"I'm absolutely stunned," Joe said, grinning. Simba had the feeling that this was somehow staged for his and Kovu's benefit, but there was no denying that the fox was amazingly beautiful togged up this way, his hindpaws almost dainty below the stockings that he wore. Simba, who had sampled the fox's delights for himself, was beginning to feel quite aroused. Between the back rub, his handsome husband, and the lovely fox, he found himself enjoying a Saturday of shopping more and more...
TO BE CONTINUED
2 years, 8 months ago
27 Feb 2016 22:39 CET
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