“So your complex down here is going to have a lot of solar panels? That’ll bring the cost right down.” The slender vixen stood next to the lion, poring over the scattershot of papers. “Well, then, I think we can set you up fairly cheaply then. What’re you investing so much in us down under for, Mr. Heimdallson?”

The tall lion gave a toothy grin, exposing his carnivorous pointed teeth. “Oh, just bringing my little bit of happiness to this place. Such a delightful climate, too.”

“So what is it you do, anyway? I’ve been looking over your paperwork, and it’s mostly residential stuff. Are you going to be a landlord?”

“Of a kind. Though it’s more to have a place for welcoming those who want a little bit of peace in their lives. Peace and pleasure. Anybody could use those in their lives, couldn’t they, Ms. Foxie?”

“Just Foxie, if you don’t mind.” The vixen started to look into the lion’s eyes. They were green as a forest, and she wondered whether she was imagining the glow that seemed to come from the depths. “And yes, I could certainly see that.”

Mr. Heimdallson nodded. “That’s what I thought. So we’re seeking anybody here who wants peace and pleasure to come and join our complex, once it’s finished. Delightful living spaces, plenty of sports fields for whatever you like. Even planning on it having its own movie theater. But not a golf course.” The lion’s countenance darkened for a moment. “Not a golf course. Never a golf course.”

“Um, why-”

“A golf course. With grass. In this climate. What a waste of water. Unconscionable. Think of all the good water could be doing, and it’s being sprayed on a glorified lawn. Pathetic!”

There was a moment of silence as the lion composed himself.

“Forgive me, Foxie, I get a little passionate about wastefulness.”

The vixen let out a little laugh of relief. “Oh, naturally.  That’s why you came to me, isn’t it?”

The lion looked a bit bashful for a moment. “Ah, yes, about that. The truth is, we have our own energy source, and it makes us totally self-sufficient. Enough that selling the excess energy would completely fund everything we do here.”

Shock appeared on Foxie’s face. “Then why meet with me at all?”

“Two reasons. First, to see just which grid to sell our excess energy to, so we can help whoever needs the cheap as free energy most. And second… you. I came specifically for you.”

The fox looked a little troubled. The lion raised a calming palm. “I mean, we are new to these shores and there’s a lot that we could use your guidance on. But now that I’ve met you in person...” The lion’s eyes seemed to grow in Foxie’s vision, somehow taking up more of her field of vision as he looked into her eyes. “You are a very lovely person. One who is into peace and pleasure. You are definitely a person who could use a lot more peace and pleasure in your life, couldn’t you?”

The room felt a bit warm to the vixen now. What was this strange green tinge to every light now? “Now that you mention it, I could use more peace and pleasure. But I do enjoy what I do.”

“Oh of course. You don’t have to quit your job if you don’t want to. But your help would be greatly appreciated and greatly rewarded. Why don’t I let you experience a little peace, and you can show me how your hard work brings you pleasure?”

There seemed to be a green mist in Foxie’s brain as she listened to him, but there seemed to be a clear passage of light punching through now. She saw what she needed- no, wanted to do. “Well then, Mr. Heimdallson-”

“Please, my friends call me doomcup.”

“Well then, doomcup, let me get everything set.” She locked the door of her office, and then closed the blinds and curtains of the window behind her, plunging the room into a thick darkness only interrupted by the pinprick lights of the electronics. Then, a click as she pulled the cord of a tall floor lamp, the light falling down on her slender figure, the light gleaming off her glasses as she looked at her guest with lust.

“Let Foxie do the hard work for you.”

She slinked up to him, yanking the cord out of her phone as she approached, and put her arms around him, kissing him deeply as she ground against him in needy desire. Hands went exploring all over the pair’s bodies.

She guided him to her desk where all the labyrinthine paperwork was laying and pushed him to have a seat. The casual jeans and comfortable boxers left the lion in one smooth motion, and the vixen admired with some appreciation the hardening cock before her, uncircumcised, girthy, just begging for her attention.

She placed the tip of her muzzle on it, smooching and gently licking the tip, her tongue exploring under his foreskin. There were no words. Words gave way to the universal language of eroticism.

She took the length into her maw, her mouth and cheeks fitting themselves tightly on his erection, fitting like a hand in a glove. Her hand gently caressed his testicles, which were just big enough to be a pleasant handful without being too heavy.

“Nnnh… you’re so good at this. You’ve really needed this, haven’t you?” the lion said to her.

She didn’t answer. All of her focus was bringing peace and pleasure to this wonderful person who entered her life out of the blue. After some work, she managed to take the entire cock down to the hilt, deep throating the lion’s cock all the way. Not even the hint of a gag reflex showed itself.

After a few moments of moaning pleasure, the lion collected himself enough to put a hand on her shoulder. “I know you’re ready for the taste, but isn’t there something else you want first?”

She looked up, and in addition to his all-encompassing smiling face, she saw that he was holding up a green condom in one hand.

Foxie pulled off of his cock and smiled. “Why of course. I’m going to give you the rooting of your life.”

“That’s the spirit,” doomcup said admiringly, watching as Foxie stood up and started giving him a strip show, pulling off her suit and skirt, casting her shirt and bra and panties to the side, revealing every inch of her slender body to him, from her perky little B cups to her delightfuly smooth thighs.

She took the condom from his hand and expertly rolled it onto his cock. “I’ll show you the kind of hard worker I am.” She climbed up, pushing him down into laying back on the desk, before placing his becondomed cock against her pleasure-slickened vulva. With one smooth movement, she took the entire length deep inside of her. The amazed lion swore he could see the bulge of his erection outlined against the vixen’s tight stomach.

After settling for a moment, trying to get her bearings, Foxie started moving. She bounced herself on him, squeezing him tightly, every bounce forcing such good feelings up and down her body, like a deep vibration.

The lion reached up, rubbing her hips and feeling up her taut belly, marveling at just how good she felt. Everybody felt different, and few approached her feel.

Foxie arched her back,  She was glad the offices had been soundproofed as a matter of course. It had been to keep distracting noises out, but in this case it was keeping very distracting noises in. Her hands found their way to doomcup’s chest. The svelt, wiry body accepted her touch.

Suddenly, the lion sat up, putting his arms around her. “You needn’t do all the work.” He thrust upwards, adding his own force to hers. The smacking of flesh against flesh was muffled by the walls around them. Here, in only the light of the floor lamp, there was so much pleasure.

Foxie realized she was still wearing her glasses and took them off, putting them elsewhere so they wouldn’t get broken. They were fashion glasses, not offering any real vision correction, but a scratch or crack would still be very annoying to deal with.

Finally, the two paused for a moment. Foxie was starting to get out of breath. And she’d been so close! The lion whispered into her ear, “why don’t I tag in now? I like finishing hard jobs.”

Soon, it was Foxie’s turn to be on her back on the desk. The lion’s cock easily slid back in, the thrusts coming on without any intervention from his conscious brain. Howls of pleasure erupted from the vixen’s throat as he took her deep and hard, driven by the instincts of a true predator. She felt his hands caressing her small breasts as the tip of his condomed cock repeatedly kissed her cervix.

It was too much. With a final passionate squeal Foxie orgasmed, coating their laps and the desk and carpet below with her fluids as she squirted from the intense pleasure.
 
The contractions of her pussy during her climax pushed doomcup over the edge, and the lion roared as he filled the condom with a powerful torrent of his thick, warm cum, which was easily contained.

The two panted as they both laid back on the desk, the used condom tied off and resting on Foxie’s belly. They both basked in the afterglow for a while.

Two weeks later, Foxie left the building she had worked at for years. She had found something better now. She took her car to the outskirts of the city. Soon, she came up to the tall fences, and was waved into the complex, where building materials and construction vehicles were still building it.

And on a flagpole in front of it, a flag, twice as wide as it was tall, with eight alternating stripes of green and purple, and in the center, a white lotus.

Eighth Shangrilah had come down under.