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The coastal island archipelago that existed a ferry’s ride from the mainland was a sort of private paradise for the lion in his early thirties. He worked as the regional manager of the series of island suites. Various in size and splendor they were all loosely connected to the largest island and the ability to fully explore the pearly white sandy beaches was part of the draw. It was almost like living on the ocean itself. Large yachts that functioned as party boats that simply went a good ten minutes from the resort. Restaurants that were built to allow for walk-in or swim-up entry from the ocean. It was a position Sylon had dedicated himself to, frequently buying into shareholding bonuses and taking stock options at every opportunity he could. It was also a job that demanded a lot from him, three weeks on the island, one week off, but for Sylon who’s office was a simple elevator ride down from his rooftop penthouse suite, the hardest part was managing all the chores of his home on the mainland. 

He was about to retire for the evening and enjoy a few beers and maybe some evening rental entertainment in the privacy of his suite. As he flicked off the lights and closed the door behind him he did a small glance at his phone, his thumb scrolling through the information of the latest investor meeting that he had pored over in every moment of his spare time. He hadn’t even noticed that standing in front of him was the incredibly important appointment that his secretary had reminded him of multiple times that day. 

“Uh. Hello?” He blinked twice at the pair of females standing in front of him, a lovely doe that was blushing brightly as she gazed up to him and an excitable doggirl with her tail flapping about behind her. Two incredibly distinct personalities and figures, but what they had in common was a similar size about their abdomens. They were obviously pregnant and by the looks of it similar in how far along they were. “Can I help you?”

“Oh my god.” The doggirl scoffed as she looked to her compatriot, arms folding over her chest. “Can you believe this? He doesn’t remember us!”

“Sherri!” The doe hid her face between her hands, and suddenly their dynamic sent bells ringing through Sylon’s memory. The night of debauchery fueled by drinks and hedonism had been a silhouetted blur of pleasured memory that Sylon had struggled to recollect in his more private moments. “Maybe he-“

“N.. No I remember.. Sherri, Loimu” Sylon said as if the words had been a whisper from his mouth, “Wow it’s been so long!” He clapped his hand over his forehead astounded that the girls had existed. When he tried to relive the memory of that night in the private hotel suite it was so fanciful that he almost thought it a dream. “And.. and wow!” He gestured to them, “You girls look great. Your husbands must be pretty pleased.”

“Nope!” Sherri raised her left hand, showing off the bandless ring finger, her tongue poking out teasingly as Loimu shyly matched Sherri’s gesture. “Not married besides..” Sherri stepped closer her finger pressing against his chest. “We have a lot to talk about.” 

…

He was quite suspicious as to why they had to talk specifically in his penthouse suite, although it was getting late in the day so maybe it was a private matter? Even still he was not particularly keen on going somewhere so private, mainly because he didn’t want to meet jealous boyfriends the next day and have to explain a secluded rendezvous with their girlfriends. However, Sylon to a fault was a gentleman and he was bound by his honor as a man to accept their request. With the pinpad completed with his thumbprint he pushed open the door to the personal abode that stood high above the island terrain, overlooking the ocean with a perfect view of the sparkling waters underneath the sunset.

“Oh wow this is nice!” Sherri spoke up excitedly, walking past him with her tail flittering behind her eyes twinkling at all the amenities of his home away from home, Loimu followed behind albeit more polite than Sherri in how she gazed around the room. 

Heaving a sigh, Sylon closed the door behind him and made his way to the fridge behind the island bartop counter. “Anything to drink?” The beverage selection was varied for guests that infrequently saw the inside of his personal chambers, ears twitching at the fact they had not heard him or weren’t paying attention and still chirped about their inspection of the home. He decided that watermelon mint pre-bottled drinks would be the way to go since their pregnancy would prevent them from enjoying alcohol he too would abstain out of courtesy. “So!” He said loud enough that they were sure to hear him as he placed the drinks in front of the counter inviting their attention. “What did you want to discuss?”

Sherri and Loimu met gazes, both immediately giggling in a manner that made him feel like he was missing out on an inside joke. Thankfully Sherri had composed herself enough to face him while the doe began to sip her drink. “So, we don’t have boyfriends.. or husbands for that matter.” Sherri began, “And our pregnancy.. has a common father.” Sherri’s hand touched gently to her protruding tummy as Sylon’s world started to slow down, his heart pounding, ears listening intently. “That night we all shared together,” Sherri’s voice softened and Loimu’s cheeks brightened. Sylon’s hand gripped at his bottled drink even tighter not noticing that his squeezing pressure was causing the drink to rise to the top, even higher when Sherri’s hand touched atop of his, “You got us both pregnant..” 

The sweet watermelon pink beverage overflowed the cylinder and glugged out from the top spilling onto his massive palm and drenching him in sugary sweet liquid as Sherri giggled. “You.. You mean both of.. Both of you?” He swallowed hard, his eyes focusing on their pregnant forms with his chest heaving now, inhaling the scent of their feminine forms in a manner that he had specifically restrained up until now. “You’re both.. pregnant? With.. With mine?” He heaved, a mixture of arousal and excitement filled his body with fur standing on end. “You’re going to.. To keep them?” He said almost pleading, they gave a slow and soft nod as his heart pounded even harder. “I’ll take responsibility! I’ll be a father!” He exclaimed proudly, he had wanted to have a family for so long, but his dating prospects had been a little less than profitable. Flings here and there, but nothing worthwhile, nothing seemed to sync up in a way that made sense.. 

But now.. He was standing in front of two women that he had engaged with previously, on a whim, and the fruits of their fling were proudly displayed upon their ripened tummies. “We were hoping you would,” Loimu said softly, her hand clenching beside Sherri’s atop of his. “And we decided,” Her eyes glanced towards Sherri with gentle smile. “We don’t mind sharing you.”

Sylon’s hand not currently claimed by the smaller females was discretely clenching at his side with his thumbclaw placed underneath his middle finger. Fully extended. His ear twitched slightly as he punctured the skin, hot slick blood and a jolt of pain assured him that this was not some illusion of a beer induced dream. “I.. I don’t mind sharing you girls either..” He chuckled softly, gulping down his throat as his massive thumb touched along their hands together. “What do you need tonight? I.. I my bed is only a queen, so .. I can? I guess- I mean.” He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. “I will sleep on the couch until you ladies get a proper bed we can all share.”

“But we don’t want to go to sleep yet,” Sherri teased, her slender fingertips touching along his thumb as Loimu joined in, their caresses against his angular palm making his ears stand on end. “It’s been so long since we’ve seen you.” He felt himself led like a puppydog his hand raising as the pair of them brought it upwards to their lips, Sherri’s tongue initiating by licking along the length of his finger tasting the drink that had soaked into his hand. Loimu’s lips kissing at the tip, all the while both of their eyes focused on him. “Besides..” Sherri said breathily and flicking her tongue against his finger, “That sofa back there is already pulled and ready for us to sleep on together.”

“Uh.. Oh.. Okay..” He breathed out while his cock firmly tented against the inside of his work slacks, brimming and hard with pre-cum slickening the tip, his entire shaft extended and almost painfully restrained by the fabric. He was unable to resist their pull, and with little effort they had led him to the pull out sofa where their combined efforts led him to having a seat. Once settled their hands were upon him ever more forcefully, he didn’t know much about pregnant women but one thing he recalled was their lusts had grown with their hormones during their pregnancy. His hands kept to themselves, clenched upon the blanket underneath as they freed his body of the formal work clothes, tossing them aside until his bare chest lay present for them to admire. 

They then moved upon one another, kissing each other deeply and with passion that had culminated from their months together sharing their pregnancy as lovers. It was clear to him that this wasn’t their first moments together, their lips pressed together with Sherri taking the lead. Sylon shamelessly watching with voyeuristic delight as his hand slowly touched along his shaft. The way they caressed and touched one another so gently was almost ethereal, it was almost elegant, like ballet for as much as Sylon could comprehend it. Yet such delicate touches had elicited wistful pleasured moans by the softest of caresses. 

It was shameful to admit to himself but his eyes were most aroused by the way their pregnant swollen tummies would brush against one another once their clothing had been discarded. Sherri’s lips then kissed, almost knowingly at how hard it would make Sylon’s cock, to Loimu’s pregnant belly, her lips touching down the round curvature as Sylon let out a disrupting groan. He didn’t mean to, but he broke the fixation they had upon each other as his snarling maw gaped open, his entire palm having stroked down to the base of his cock. His shameful heaving breaths still staring at the pair of females that carried his cubs, when Sherri approached him, “See I told you he couldn’t hold back for long,” she mused as she casually knelt before him. Her finger stroking along his cock until her fingers touched against his, “And you thought he’d be too shy.”

“Well he was a little shy,” Loimu giggled as she knelt across from Sherri, the canine girl taking the lead and kissing against the tip of his pre-cum glistening cocktip. Sherri’s tongue licking along the curved head while Loimu breathed against his shaft taking in the thick pungent scent of his manhood as Sylon withdrew his palm resting upon the bedsheets and leaning back, watching as the girls began to worship his length with their tender kisses and delicate licks. 

The softness of Loimu’s doe tongue as it flicked against the tip of his cock made him feel weak in the knees, she was sparing with the affection, lightly maneuvering her tongue up and down his cocktip before pressing her lips all the way around his head and sucking gently upon part of the shaft until the head was freed from her wet orifice. “Hahhh.. Please.. Please don’t stop..” Sylon groaned as the pair of them assailed his cock with warm wet licks, his hand instinctively reaching out and touching atop of one of their heads, the softness of oval ears touching to his fingers telling him it was Loimu who he caressed. “Kee.. Keep going…?” He gulped down his vulnerability as Sherri’s lips kissed further down his shaft.

Loimu’s lips dipped down the length of his shaft, burying it deep into her muzzle while Sherri’s tongue began to swirl around his swelling balls. Sylon groaned, spittle falling from the corners of his mouth as he seethed with pleasure, his nostrils flaring and eyes closing tight as the pair of mouths adorned his cock and balls with all their affections. “Haahhh.. Mmnghh.. Hahhh..” He breathed deeper, knowing that they craved his manhood was almost as pleasurable as their wandering tongues and tightly sucking lips. Sherri’s mouth kissed upon his ballsack, sucking it firmly and letting out little wet popping sounds when his swollen orb was free, Loimu bobbing her head vigorously up and down his length and her tongue waggling from side to side with each cock gulping plunge. 

It had been so long since he had felt something so passionate, his spine tickled all the way to his neck when he felt the rushing surge of release. His cock twitching as the first rope of his clearly potent seed splashed along the roof of Loimu’s mouth, the small doegirl pulling her head back almost immediately with her hand covering her lips. The extent of his thick load having overfilled her mouth and seeped between her fingers, but Sherri was quick to assist, her tongue sliding up between his ballsack and caressing the vein of his cocklength encouraging his cumming cock to ejaculate even more of his creamy seed that rained down upon them from his spasming cock in a cumfetti drizzle. 

Culminating the moment was the girls once more kissing to each other, their bodies floating in the essence of his pleasure that dripped upon them. Their breasts and pregnant bellies touching and sharing the bounty of the cum that had brought hem together, their tongues entwined as Sherri coaxed the heady nectar from Loimu’s lips in a tongue twirling kiss that let the mixture of the trio dribble down upon their squishing breasts. They didn’t simply enjoy his cum, they immersed themselves in it together, their bodies slathering it into their skin as they brushed into each other, eagerly squishing their furred figures in a manner that left the cum slickening the fur and sticking to their skin underneath.

With a deep breath Sylon collapsed, his eyes simply closing as the entirety of his being was drained through the tip of his expended cock. “Hey,” Sherri’s voice brought his mind back to the realm of consciousness as he peeked a single eyelid open in acknowledgement. “We’re going to make ourselves at home okay?” He nodded and exhaled with a bright smile on his face, eyes fully closed now, truly at peace.