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King Julian was basking in the warm smelting sun. Today was the day his red satin thong had arrived, and he was very excited to strut his stuff. His asscheeks felt so snug in his new tighty whightys. And Maurice noticed this, he had his eyes on them most of the time. "Maurice, what are ya' looking at?" Clover asks, raising an eyebrow. "Me? Oh uh what do you mean? I wasn't looking at nothing," Maurice turned bright red and fiddled with his hands. "Suure.." Clover crossed her arms, secretly knowing the situation. "King Julian, why don't you come over to her? It's Cake o Clock." "Oh sure thing Cover" he stood up, his rear bouncing as he did. "What's up guys?" King Julian snuck a little wink at Maurice. "I think Maurice likes your new bathing suit... a lot," Clover pointed out. Mauirce gulped, clutching his fist. "I-I" He stuttered. Clover looked towards the forest, "I got... Business to take care of. You two keep it up!" She jumped, swinging on a branch and into the distance Maurice cursed at Clover under his breath. "So uh, Maurice the beach is really nice today huh," Julian rested his hand on Maurices head. Maurice stammered "why uh yes the weather is very hot." "Yes.... hot..." Julian started to massage Maurice's right ear gently. Maurice got a tingling feeling down his spine. This isn't right, I'm sorry King Julian. I must mask my feelings. Marice shook his head, turning away. "I'm sorry." And he walked off sadly, shoulders drooping as he shook his head. King Julian stared in disbelief, his heart sinking to his stomach. He had always felt a deep connection to Maurice and wanted to try things with him. Maybe he just doesn't feel the same King Julian shook the feeling, getting up from his beach towel. He walked to a water station and grabbed a cup. To his surprise, Mort was standing there, with a towel in his hands. Mort gasped, noticing King Julian's sadness. He walked over to his king. "King Julian, I noticed you are sandy. Would you like me to dust it off?" Mort tries to light up King Julian's mood. The king sighs, nodding his head. "That would be great, thank you Mort." Julian sat down in a chair and Mort got to work. He began wiping him off, starting from his head. He worked his way around Julian's arms and torso, massaging deeply and letting the sand fall to the floor. Finally, Mort reached Julian's feet. Julian could feel Mort press harder and get all the spots "M-mort what are you-?" Mort brushed the towel between each toe, thoroughly getting the sand out. "It's okay king Julian, just relax, take a deep breath and relax..." Mort whispered softly. King Julian let out a shot moan.
