Libra

"Why do you let me do this to you?"

There was no response from the bobcat curled up against Connor's side, not that the wolf expected one; Robbie slept like the dead after these sessions. The only noise in the dimly lit bedroom for several minutes afterward was the sound of two mammals breathing and the quiet clinking of claws on glass. The sound of Connor turning a bottle in his hand over again and again.

'For relief of chemically induced aggression.' Connor couldn't see the label, but he was intimately familar with the contents: treatment for the night howler toxin. The mother of all mood-altering drugs, capable of turning savage beasts back into productive, functioning members of Zootopian society. And for already productive, functioning members of society.. well, it pretty much turned them into whatever you want.

Provided what you want is some variation of obedient arm candy.

Connor looked back down to the the bobcat nestled under his arm. Robbie was awake, gold eyes barely open but catching the daylight starting to bleed in around the curtains. It took the feline several moments to find his voice; Connor wondered if his partner was still half asleep, or if they had been a bit too rough on his throat last night.

"Hi," Robbie eventually managed to croak out. Definitely the latter, Connor decided.

"Good morning," the wolf responded. "You sound like shit."

Robbie took a deep breath in through his nose and nuzzled up against Connor's chest, closing his eyes again. "Must have been a good night," he purred. "Why don't you tell me all about it?" Connor set the bottle down on the nightstand, took the bobcat's paw in his.

"Well," he started, "The very first thing I did with my pretty kitty is clean." Robbie's eyes fluttered open, peering up at Connor. Connor caught Robbie's eyes, directed his gaze to the other side of the room with a nod of his head. A maid's uniform lay discarded in a heap in the corner, torn open at the top. "You are, by the way, absolutely terrible at cleaning. I can see why you do it so rarely."

Robbie laughed briefly, cut off by a cough, and cleared his throat. "And then, what, I deep throated the bottle brush?"

"That's later. After you finished cleaning the apartment, we took a shower. Or, well, I took a shower." Connor scratched lightly behind Robbie's ear, pausing for effect. "You mostly blew me. Then I had to wash you, because you seemed more interested in my cock than actually showering." The bobcat was giggling again, his paw breaking off from Connor's to trail down his stomach, stroke lightly at the wolf's half-hard dick.

"It's a very interesting cock," Robbie murmured against Connor's chest. "Ask anyone, I've always said you have a fascinating penis. Loudly. To anyone who will listen." He took hold of the wolf's member as he coaxed it out of his sheath, stroking it slowly. "Clergy. Unwed mothers. The police. Keep going."

Connor glanced to the side to the medicine bottle, shut his eyes, rested his head back against his pillow. "We fucked on the couch," he continued. "Didn't let you finish me off in the shower. Had to have my first load of the night be in your pretty kitty ass. Couldn't stand the thought of anyone else getting there before me." Robbie's paw slowed, just as he had begun to pick up a bit of speed. Connor sucked in a breath through his teeth before going on. "I.. invited a couple mammals over. Friends of mine, from way back." An uncomfortable pause. "We took turns with you. At least, at the start. You were.. really eager to please."

Another beat, then: "Is that alright?"

The bobcat was up on one elbow at this point, expression unreadable. After a few moments, Robbie laid his head back down on Connor's chest and started to work the wolf's cock again. "I told you," he said, voice quiet, "You can do whatever you want with me when I'm not here. If sharing me is what you want to do, then.. share me. With whoever you want." Robbie looked back up, a smile slowly creeping back across his face. "So. Why is my throat sore?"

"I.. might have made you deep-throat a leopard."