Maurice & Friends

Ashley and Staci in a village in France....

Staci and Ashley Lyon spent a glorious ten days in France on their honeymoon. Staci fell even more in love with her charming groom and Ashley – well, Ashley is Ashley. He is delightful and enchanting but rather easily distracted. Ashley Lyon is the absolute spirit of restlessness. He spoke with his partner and friend, Luke Leoparde, daily on the phone about safaris and such. When the newlyweds arrived in the Mara again, they were disappointed to find that CHANGING SPOTS which is owned by Lucy Cougar’s mother, Sylvia, had not in any way completed the furnishings for their new bush house. Although Lewis Lyon, himself, had advised them that the construction was complete, nothing had been done by way of drapes, carpets or furniture. Therefore, the couple had to resort to living in the home Staci and her brother, Sean, had rented from Caitlin Cougar. Sean had lived messily and made it the hub of his budding sport’s career. He was on the phone each and every hour he wasn’t practicing soccer or football. He still played for the All Stars Soccer team since his football career wouldn’t begin until next year. Sean was feeling his oats and commandeered the phones in the house. He had become quite the flavor of the month on his return to the Mara. He had matured in a precocious physical manner, with the marvelous looks of his father, Shane Simba. Of course everyone in the Masai Mara went gaga over another Shane Simba - single and on the loose. The females flocked to the Watering Hole Pub where Sean and his fist cousin, Troy Simba (Roy Lee and Chloe’s son) held court after practice and the games. Roy Lee’s second cub with Chloe Cougar was also a precocious looker in the mold of his superstar father. A bit older than Sean, Junior Lyon had signed him to play football on the new Kenya Lions team.

Shane and Alexandra settled down to some relaxation after the froth of festivities involving Staci and Ashley’s wedding. They went to their bush home or Lamu Island on the weekends with their twins and Shane’s twin sons with Betty. Solly was living with them and swapped places with his brothers every weekend by spending that time with his mother and Jack Tarzan. Solly loved having Jack all to himself.

Alexandra and Shane relaxing in Lamu Island.....

Sloane Simba’s car drew in front of the house where his half-brother, Chris, lived with his ex-wife Caitlin Cougar. Georgy jumped out of the car as her mother came to greet her. Mother and daughter hugged for a long time. It had been a while since they had seen each other. Sloane got out and was given a peck on the cheek by his ex. Caitlin had Bloody Marys waiting for Sloane and a glass of iced tea for Georgy. Although it was Saturday, Chris wasn’t home. He was setting the woods on fire in his new post in Tanzania. Pete Levin, the lion President, had attempted to lure Chris into working for the Tanzanian government instead of being the Kenyan official who worked with companies and agencies needing to be trained in the new ways. Chris had consented to play a game of golf with Pete. When Georgy had left the room to explore her mother’s new home, Sloane bit the bullet.

“Georgy has been in all sorts of trouble recently, Caitlin; I don’t see how you can just turn away as if she had nothing to do with you. Where is that super mothering instinct you used to possess? I can see you’re pregnant again. I’m assuming Chris is the father,” said Sloane, lighting a cigarette.

“Yes, he is. Sloane, you are the one that spoiled Georgy. I just decided that you could deal with the aftermath,” answered Caitlin, lighting her own.

“It’s that damn modeling career and the combination of her cousin, Imani Lyon that makes her so problematical.”

“There you go, sloughing off the blame onto others. Same old Sloane Simba I can see. How is your wife and new cub?”

Now Sloane was pissed. He gulped down the rest of his drink and stood up.

“I’ll be here Sunday to pick up Georgy. Make sure she’s ready. I won’t have time to dally.”

Sylly Cougar Lyon and her husband, Junior, left for the United States and several weeks of excitement regarding his new football team. Charley Lyon was now head coach for the Masai Mara All Stars Soccer Team. One of Charley’s best players on the team was the son of Junior and Sylly Lyon, his nephew.

Lucy Cougar and her sister, Chloe, were kicking back in the Watering Hole Pub. The music was loud and jarring but that mattered little to the sisters who were looking to get laid.

“Damn, that looks like Shane Simba,” exclaimed Lucy staring at a great looking male lion who eyeballed her back from his stance at the bar.

“Oh good heavens, Lucy, the President of Kenya isn’t in this bar tonight,” laughed Chloe. “Besides he is stuck on that human wife of his and completely out of circulation. He can’t even be had on the side anymore, they say.”

“Well, take a look for yourself, Chlo!”

“Shiiiit, he looks like a dead ringer. There’s my son Troy with him. That must be Shane’s son, Sean.”

Chloe summoned her son to her table. His cousin came with him. The two males sat down. Lucy broke out in a cold sweat. She was looking foxy again working out with Chloe at RUNNERS. Sean Simba’s green eyes were glued to Lucy. Lucy zeroed in. Lucy and Sean sat closely in a tête-à-tête as Chloe caught up on her son’s doings. When Chloe and Troy wanted to part ways, Lucy stood up too.

“Sean is going to my house with me,” announced Lucy with a wink at her sister.

“Okay, you go girl,” giggled Chloe. “Troy let your old mom buy you a drink.”

“Okay,” said the puzzled Troy who watched his cousin leave the pub with his aunt.

Now Sean Simba was a true chip off the old block. Not only did he have his dad’s incredible sex drive, equipment and looks to match, he was deeply imbued with his late mother’s wildness. He patted Lucy on her shapely fanny as they exited the pub.

Sylvia Leoparde Cougar is displeased at the staff of her design studio...

Sylvia Leoparde Cougar was in a rage which was unusual for the leopardess. She walked through the designing business she had founded and castigated some of the staff members.

“I don’t care if Ashley Lyon is divorced from my daughter Lucy, you are not to lag on his furnishings for the new house,” she chided.

The job had fallen to a leopardess who felt the correct punishment should be levied on the deserter of her boss’s daughter.

“I am driving you to their home, myself, and you will make sure everything is finished THIS WEEK,” shouted the irate Sylvia. “CHANGING SPOTS does not do business in this manner.”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Cougar,” stuttered the embarrassed decorator.

Lucy Cougar woke up with a start to find Sean Simba dressing at the foot of her bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I called Troy. He’s coming to pick me up,” muttered Sean with a decided lack of emotion.

It was two in the morning and Lucy was still in a state of wonder at the magnificent sexual episodes she had been treated to. She wanted to pin something down for the immediate future. However, Sean Simba was having none of it. He wanted to get home. He was due to go to Lamu Island the next day with Troy and join his dad and stepmother there.

“When will I see you again?” she asked, jumping out of bed and attempting to remove the jeans he had just put on.

He kissed her, tweaked her on the nipple and said, “I have no idea.”

A car horn sounded outside. Sean made a dash for the door.

“That’s Troy. See ya!”

Sean Simba in Lucy's boudoir.....

Staci and Ashley moved into their new home the following week. They immediately invited Jane and Luke Leoparde to dinner. The house was wonderful and the couple was pleased to get settled in the home where their litter would be born. However, there was a rather pleasant surprise in store for them when Staci had her first sonogram. The ultrasound showed one cub maturing very nicely. It was too early for Frank Tigeres to determine the gender.

Ashley and Staci at their recently completed home in the bush.....

Upon the removal of his sister from the rented home on Leoparde Drive, Sean Simba invited his favorite cousin, Troy Simba, to move in with him and share the rent. Shane Simba was no longer paying the tab on the house. His son had signed two lucrative contracts and did not need his financial aid. Troy had also tapped into a lucrative contract. One thing that was still present from Sean’s being the President’s son was the fact of intense media interest. Noticing his incredible resemblance to his sex symbol father and the ensuing interest of the female population, the paparazzi had their cameras at the ready whenever Sean and the son of Roy Lee Simba were in a social setting. It put new verve in the media who were disappointed in Shane Simba’s continued devotion to his beautiful human wife. No meat there, they had decided – BUT NOW here was the sexy son to take his place.

Leah Simba had been enchanted with Lion Lion’s lovely home in the Serengeti. He had been a tender and caring lover as well as host. She was amazed at the incredible taste she had seen displayed in his Tanzanian home

Lion introduces Leah to his home in the Serengeti in Tanzania....

“You seem surprised that I have a modicum of couth, Leah,” Lion had laughed.

“Well, I suppose we Kenyan animals have become terrific snobs. We can’t imagine any animal from Tanzania equaling us in living the good life,” she had giggled, snuggling up to him on the couch in his den.

“Remember Tanzania is the home of the Leoparde family who originally set the standards for the Kenyan animals. My pride had a great deal of wealth too. My dad was in the black market and made a mint. I was educated in Nairobi and then Europe,” he said, caressing her shapely thigh.

“I don’t know why I have such a sense of pride. The Simbas were known as trash in the days before my dad got famous.”

“So what, it all comes out in the wash. The Simbas are the most famous lion pride in the world these days. By the way, I have been saving a hundred year old cognac for this special occasion. Shall we imbibe, my pretty Leah?”

“Oh yes, let’s do.”

“And then what should we do? The night life in the Serengeti is still pretty threadbare.”

He leaned over and kissed her deeply and for a long time. She finally came up for air.

“I suggest we create our own,” she purred and kissed him again.

The precocious Georgy Simba has the hots for her cousin....

Georgy Simba had returned from a nice visit to her mother and uncle’s home in the Serengeti. She was sitting with her cousin Imani Lyon on a lovely late afternoon on the deck of the Watering Hole Pub. A sleek male figure cast a green eyed glance in Georgy’s direction. She preened and found him incredibly sexy. She knew he was a cousin and the new soccer star soon to be football quarterback. Imani caught the interplay.

“Uh huh, can’t go there,” she mewed. “He’s a cousin.”

“He’s more of a cousin to you than me. Uncle Shane is only Daddy’s half brother. He’s a full uncle to your mom.”

“Still incest, Georgy it won’t be possible. I think he’s hot too but no way, Jose,” insisted Imani.

“There’s a rumor that Daddy is the son of the other pride male and not Grandpa Sean. He has a mane like the other lion,” explained Georgy who badly wanted to get in her cousin’s pants.

“Our grandmothers are still sisters, Georgy. It would be INCEST. Read my lips, Georgy girl,” argued Imani who did not want her cousin to have the benefit of the sexy Sean Simba.

“I read a novel set in the old south in America. First cousins married all the time there.”

“But incest is a real no-no in lion prides. It is soooo a taboo,” yowled Imani who saw Sean coming their way out of the corner of her eye.

“So what,” said Georgy, jumping up as Sean approached.

“Great music inside, want to dance?” he asked, taking Georgy’s hand in his and leading her inside the pub.

Georgy cast a sly look over her shoulder at the dejected Imani who was lighting a cigarette.

“Shit, shit, shit,” snarled Imani who decided to go to her dads and see what was cooking there.