Fred and Julien
       
       “Ugh, it is not fair!” King Julien stomped through the Central Park Zoo on a mission, whining loudly to no one in particular but also to everyone who could hear. “Why is Marlene getting a boyfriend and why is it being such an impressive squirrel?!” The lemur king stomped a foot and turned to look for an answer from the only person who cared enough to listen to his rambling, his beleaguered right-hand lemur, Maurice. “Tell me, Maurice, why?! What are his secrets?”
       
       “How am I supposed to know, your majesty?” Maurice sighed and rolled his eyes before turning away from the king’s piercing gaze. “Not like I was the one who picked him…”
       
       Julien’s ears perked up and the anger flooded away, replaced by a powerful deviousness. Maurice knew something was wrong the moment he heard the laugh. Julien was looking right at the nearby penguin habitat, where the fish eaters were talking with the otter of his eye. “You are right, Maurice! It was those penguins, yes? Ha ha!” He lifted his smaller right hand and turned him up to eye level, allowing the both of them to stare in the same direction. “Probably using their secret spyingness and interrogate-y skills. They must have discovered what makes him the perfect boyfriend material.”
       
       Maurice regretted his choice to allow his majesty to pick him up a second later when they spotted the impressive squirrel that was subject of Julien’s latest mania. He was leaving the zoo through the nearby main gate, and Julien dropped Maurice without a second thought to dash after him. Now he had the perfect plan to reveal exactly what made the rodent such boyfriend material. 
       
       Fred didn’t pay any attention to the lemur following him as he left the zoo. He kept a slow, meandering pace all the way back to his tree without a thought spared to Julien rolling from bush to bush behind him, and sometimes in front of him. Once he made it home, he casually greeted his otter roommate and scrambled up his tree to be alone. Julien took note of the otter from a vantage point behind Fred’s tree.
       
       The most important thing the lemur noticed was how the otter wiggled his eyebrows at Fred before the squirrel dashed off. He was muscular, clearly more suave than Fred, and Julien was sure he could hear the faintest hint of Spanish guitar.  Perhaps the otter was some form of teacher, or perhaps another victim of the squirrel’s perfect boyfriending. Either way, he was suspect. Julien shot him a glare and a pointed finger from his hiding spot. “After I finish with this squirrel, I will have to be interrogating you next.” 
       
       The otter acknowledged him with a nod, and Julien was kind enough to return it before scrambling up the tree after his current target. 
       
       He made it to Fred’s knothole in no time at all with his awesome lemur skills, though he paused just a moment before looking inside, like any awesome spy would. He knew to listen first, and with his kingly ears he heard the squirrel sighing, or perhaps gasping. Julien had no doubt that it was because he was working on the mad skills that he had used to somehow defeat him in their unquestionably epic fight earlier. 
       
       So, the lemur king peeked very cautiously, pressing only his head into the knothole to spot what the squirrel was doing. He was somewhat surprised to see the squirrel sitting unmoving on a large leaf in the middle of the room, looking totally vulnerable and calm apart from the slightest lifting of his shoulders. 
       
       Fred remained oblivious and vulnerable when Julien squeezed the remainder of his body into the squirrel’s home. His attention was focused entirely on the task in front of him. One paw was wrapped firmly around his dick while another reached down to grope his nuts. Though he stared straight at it, his eyes were almost entirely glazed over while he slowly worked the shaft. A few small gasps escaped as he allowed himself to be overwhelmed by the feeling, forgetting entirely about the weird day he’d had and the lemur that had just moved into the corner of the room to stare at him. 
       
       It was much harder for Fred to forget about the lemur when he leapt from the corner of the room to tackle him. He did manage to do it for a moment though. Once Julien had his arms pinned to his sides, he blinked the glaze away from his vision and noticed the pain in the back of his head. “…Ow.”
       
       King Julien laughed mercilessly as he stared into the eyes of the squirrel.  “Aha! At last I have you at my mercies uh…” He backed away for just a moment as he tried to recall his prisoner’s name. “Fred, it’s Fred, right?”
       
       Fred raised an eyebrow. “It is?”
       
       Once more Julien laughed. “Ah, yes! Then you are the most perfectest boyfriend the penguins could find, yes? Tell me your secrets!” He leaned in to pin the squirrel’s arms again, smiling giddily as he looked into his captive’s dead eyes.
       
       “Umm… okay, I guess.” Fred blinked once as he tried to recall the most important secrets. The fact that he was still hard was really distracting and annoying though, especially since the lemur that had him pinned was wiggling around all over him. His fuzzy tail kept swiping across his dick. “So, uh, I hide my acorns in the attic, I really like hugs, and I think your tail is making my penis hard. Does that help?”
       
       “Uh, no, not really.” Julien rolled his eyes and pulled his hands away, setting one on his chin. He was still now, which was a blessing, but his tail was now consistently resting between Fred’s legs. The squirrel was able to confirm that the feeling was indeed making him harder. The fuzzy appendage resting against his balls made his cock shiver a bit. Julien made a note to thank the squirrel for the compliment later but tried not to pay it any major attention. “Uh, perhaps you could tell me what sort of training you were doing up here?”
       
        Fred blinked at the mention of training and sat up. “I was just rubbing my penis, your majesty.” He paused for a moment. Julien kept crouched and fairly still over him, but the new positioning made Fred’s dick press just a touch harder on the ringed tail. It didn’t show on his face really, but Fred knew the feeling was making him more aroused. “It feels nice, you know?”
       
       “Mmhmm… I am familiar with this uh… penis rubbing.” Julien paused to look down past the squirrel’s eyes and get a look at this penis. However, all he could see after looking down was his own magnificent, kingly groin. It brought a smile to his face that made him forget what he was thinking about for a moment. Once he did remember though, he returned his eyes to Fred’s face. “I suppose you were, uh, practicing some mad skills in the sexual arena then, weren’t you?” He chuckled and waved his hands around his ears. “Probably figuring out some way to blow otters’ heads open or something!”
       
       “No, I was just rubbing it. I don’t think I want to blow anyone’s head open. Sounds messy.” Fred scratched his head for a moment and his eyes wandered down to Julien’s kingly crotch. It was honestly pretty okay, but it wasn’t enough to get him to smile. “Uh, did you want to practice sex? Is that why you broke into my house?”
       
       “Okay, first of all, a king does not ‘break in.’ I am gracing you with my kingly presence.” Julien happily puffed out his chest and shot the squirrel his most regal of smiles. “Second of all, a king does not, ‘practice.’” After putting a pair of air quotes around the insulting word, the lemur king slapped his hands on his hips and started a nice, impressive wiggle. “When these kingly hips get moving it’s only for the real thing, baby. Yeah!” He hefted his hips up for a nice pelvic thrust to make the point before grinding his booty back down onto Fred’s crotch. The feeling of the hard penis pushing against his cheeks and the base of his tail was unfamiliar, but it wasn’t odd enough to get in the way of showing off his prestigious sexing skills. 
       
       It seemed to work. Fred raised an eyebrow and smiled, still staring at Julien’s kingly crotch. The lemur’s penis had started bouncing along with his hips, and it was growing too. “Okay, so you wanted to have sex then, right?” 
       
       Julien’s extensive wiggling paused for just a moment as he started to ponder the question. “Uh, well, actually there was a third thing…” He couldn’t remember what the third thing was, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t about having sex with the squirrel. Though, it was hard to dismiss the possibility entirely. 
       
       Also, Fred reaching out to run his hands up Julien’s hips didn’t help the king focus his thoughts on any other possibilities. “I mean, I’m up for it. I like sex. I never tried it with a cat before, but you seem like a pretty nice guy apart from the break-in, and I like the way your penis bounces.” The squirrel’s cock twitched, and he ran a paw around the base of Julien’s tail. “Plus, your tail is really awesome and fluffy.”
       
       “Haha! Well it is hard to say no to someone who truly appreciates a royal tail and a royal penis.” Julien practically glowed as he basked in the compliment. His dick responded just as affirmatively as Fred’s, twitching at a nice, steady half-chub while he stared down at the squirrel. Perhaps such a thing would not be a wholly unpleasant experience. “However, if I am going to allow you a sexing, you must also show your proper appreciation for the royal booty.”
       
       Fred was barely paying attention, continually staring at Julien’s dick and roaming a paw around Julien’s tail. His second paw even wandered to grope the lemur’s ass cheek before he realized what Julien had said. “Oh, uh, okay.” He glanced up to see the lemur king blushing. “How do I do that, your majesty?”
       
       Julien shivered a moment as he removed the hand from his hip and set it on top of the paw groping his backside. “You, aheh, are off to a good start, my squirrely friend.” Something about the way that Fred was grabbing at him was intoxicating. The groping of his cheek and the way that the paw ran over his tail was creating a new, strange longing in the king’s rear. One that he pieced together could only be fixed by the appendage so needily prodding at it. 
       
       The lemur leaned forward and reached back to grab Fred’s needy dick for proper prodding. The moment he did, Fred’s eyes glazed over and his grip on the royal booty and royal tail both tightened immensely. Julien yelped as the squirrel tugged down on the tail, dropping his hips down an inch and penetrating his posterior. 
       
       “Ah! Ah! This feeling is… ah! Intense.” The penetration was difficult to handle, and Julien had to steady himself. He set a hand on the squirrel’s surprisingly sturdy chest. Fred was like a wall to hold himself against, but at the same time the squirrel continued to pull him down. It wasn’t all at once, but it never gave the king a moment to adjust to the intensity. He didn’t hate it for even a second, but the overwhelming heat in his booty seemed to finally spark something in his brain: the third thing. “Aha! Y-yes!” He shouted as he pushed himself away from the stiff squirrel and further back onto the stiff squirrel penis. “Sh-show me your secrets, squirrel!”
       
       “I-I really like your butt… uh,” Fred tried to think, but it was really really hard. Julien was starting to work himself down Fred’s shaft even without his tail being pulled. It wasn’t long before he was all the way to the bottom. “And uh, I like it when you move up and down?” 
       
       Julien eagerly responded to the squirrel by returning to his previous routine of swiveling and grinding. Every movement was intoxicating and wild with sensations. “Ha! Yeah! I bet you love these mad sexing skills, yes!” He moaned and threw himself back, though his eyes remained focused on the action of his and Fred’s bodies grinding together. “Haaa! Look at my penis! It’s a little helicopter!” The king rapidly alternated between laughing, gasping, and moaning with a particularly large exhale striking each time his booty grinded into the squirrel’s groin.
       
       Fred wasn’t even half as noisy, but he wasn’t less active for his silence. Julien couldn’t lift himself more than an inch or two before he was forcibly pulled back down by a powerful tail tug. Though the action was automatic, Fred’s mind was entirely devoted to the act and sensations of sex. His eyes darted reflexively all over the lemur’s body from his rapidly bouncing, and surprisingly large penis, to the swaying chest and hips, to the giddy, infectious smile on his face. He began to grunt wildly as he watched the dance. 
       
       “Y-your majesty…” He tried to blink the haze away from his eyes long enough to say something. “I think I might… you know… finish.” His paws tensed even tighter, and he tugged downward on the lemur’s cheek. Julien was forced to be still as the squirrel instinctively looked for a moment’s pause to spray his seed deep inside of the mate of the moment. 
       
       At least, Julien was as still as Fred could force him to be. The lemur king continued to struggle and swerve against the cock, trying to get it into just the right place to get a real tingle surging through his own dick. He didn’t even register what Fred could mean by finish, but the king certainly wasn’t done just yet. Allowing the whole penis to remain inside was a nice, filling experience though. “Ha, that’s right Fred, fill your king up nice and good.”
       
       Fred didn’t really hear the cue, but he did take it, mostly because he had fully intended to anyway. His eye started to twitch, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. For him, things slowed down as he came inside the king. He watched as Julien’s face morphed slowly from pure joy to wild shock as it dawned on him what was happening. Laughs morphed slowly into whimpers and both parties stopped putting up resistance. Fred relaxed entirely in wave of bliss, letting go of both the lemur’s tail and his cheek, while Julien seemed to freeze atop the squirrel’s spurting shaft. 
       
       Time caught back up soon enough, and Fred collapsed entirely, a huge smile stuck on his face. “Oh wow! You’re really good at sex, your majesty.”
       
       Julien remained mostly frozen, though he did shiver atop the squirrel. No effort was made to remove the dick from his royal rear. To his shame it still felt amazing, even the squirtings that coated his insides. However, that didn’t make it any more acceptable. “I cannot believe I allowed you to s-soil the royal booty.” He punctuated the thought with a strong shiver, and it made his inside-bits squish. “Y-you and your penis are impressively seductive, you… you.” He wanted to call the squirrel something like a fiend, but the squishiness was intensely distracting, almost as distracting as his penis rapidly rising from mostly hard to the stiffest it had ever been.
       
       “Thanks, your majesty,” Fred lifted his head to share his smile with the king, and to glance down at the lemur’s groin. “And I’m glad yours didn’t fly off when it turned into a helicopter. That was weird…”
       
       Despite his shame at the pleasure of being soiled, Julien responded to the smile and the joke, smiling himself. “You somehow know just the right words. What is up with that, Fred?” He laughed again nervously, setting his hands back on the squirrel’s chest. “You still have so many secrets, don’t you?”
       
       Fred blinked. “Uh, I guess, I do.” He tried to think, but only one came to mind, since he noticed Julien was still hard. “I don’t mind a penis in my butt either, you know? If you needed it.”
       
       Julien laughed again, barely even noticing the uncomfortable squish in his stomach that it caused. “You know, Freddy-squirrel, if you want to ditch the otter, I think you may just be making a good effort for a new positioning full of such fucking. What are you thinking of being, perhaps, the royal boyfriend?”