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Secondhand Lions, Strange Surprises

Jerry wasn't around as I strolled up out front, which was just as well. I wasn't really there to see him, but instead to see just how bad Big John was acting around Honey. If he was harassing her too much I'd have to deal with him today, but if it wasn't so very bad I'd see about what I could do in the next couple days. Typically I wouldn't put such things off, as they were helpful to the handling and care of the animals, but with just getting the new cats in at home, and wanting to check them out, my dance card was getting somewhat full.

I took the long way around and came in past Andy and Amos, the two brother polar bears. We were given them as young cubs this past spring. They'd been virtually orphaned as it was their mother's first litter, and she didn't really know what to do. She got even more scared when their father was inadvertently let into the mother's exhibit space and attacked her as she was ineptly defending the cubs. The cubs skittered back into the den, quickly followed by their mother as their father claimed the outdoor space as his. This isn't too unheard of in the wild, and fortunately both cubs survived the attack, as did the mother. She was just done with them, so word was sent out to zoos if they wanted to hand-raise two cubs. I figured it wouldn't be too much trouble, so we did.

Now, everyone's heard about the more famous "Knut the polar bear" that was raised under similar circumstances, and his brother died shortly after birth. Knut went on to become "aggressive" towards his human keepers as he matured his first year. Perhaps that was because he had no sibling to beat on in typical ursine fashion, so he substituted the keepers for that playtime. As we know, humans are much more breakable than bears are. Anyway, Amos and Andy had shown no increased aggression, or playful fight tendencies towards Jerry or anyone else, so we figured they'd be good to go for years to come, even though polar bears have the reputation of being terribly difficult to work with when they mature. So far they've been happy pummeling each other in play and being pleasantly careful with their humans when we're involved.

Amos and Andy were busy sunning themselves as I walked past their outdoor enclosure. There were leaves floating in the pool, as usual for this time of year. It was nearly impossible for Vic's crew to keep it completely clean for more than a half-hour after they run the skimmer around. The middle bay was was occupied by Sarah for the time being, though previously it had been empty as the black bears that originally inhabited it had since passed on, and we'd lost the bid to have a couple giant pandas move in. That wasn't too surprising as we weren't an AZA zoo, but... perhaps sometime in the future there'll be some here.

Finally I came to the section with Honey and Big John, and not much was going on. She was sniffing about and playing a bit. He was lounging on a "rock" ledge, which was really rough-cast concrete with heavy surface sand content to have it match much of the rest of the exhibit. Honey decided to nuzzle him at which Big John just rolled over and spread-eagled, scratching his right hindflank some as he continued enjoying the sunlight. Honey persisted and John started getting owly... growling at her and grunt-roaring a bit. She took the hint and left him alone as I sat down on a bench to watch them and ponder what I was going to do with Zack, and more especially what I was going to do for or with the cats at home tonight. Peaches had been missing my attention for the better part of the week, so she'd be anxious to get out into the main part of the house. Larry and Terry wanted to get stuffed in the ass in some way or another, and I should check out just what I felt odd inside of Terry. If I was going to bring the three Jacobs cats in to work to display, they'd have to have a good going-over before I put them on exhibit, just in case they had any surprises for me like the lions did, even though that was highly unlikely.

Honey stopped sniffing around and decided to start doing some of her sort-of-tricks that brought pleasurable sounds from the crowds that watched. There weren't many people around, but she started by walking upright a bit - a trick she learned as a cub. She toddled along fairly reasonably for at least a half-dozen steps. This drew people's attention and they moved to the barrier fence rail. She then sat down on her rump, moved to an upright sitting posture, and started making waving motions with alternating forepaws. Some people got out their cameraphones and cameras as she did so, and giggling ensued. She then dropped to seated-fours and laid back. She then grabbed her hindpaws with her forepaws, and started rocking back and forth along her spine like some child's toy, all four paws togehter in an apex. This brought giggles from the youth of the crowd and I smiled, knowing just what they were finding amusing. She finished off by standing on all fours, rump to the crowd, then curling to stick her head, upside-down, between her hindlegs and lapped at the air. Just what that was supposed to signify, if anything, I never could tell, but it always drew reactions from the crowd as her face was framed by her hindlegs.

My thoughts turned to her obstetrical exam... Honey seemed to relish being restrained to the fence for her insemination. Big John was not her cubs' father... at least, not of them all, if any. Sometimes bears ovulate twice. It's not common, but it's not unheard of. And since they have delayed implantation, it's not as though the earlier cubs get a head start like they do in some species that ovulate at different times and are then bred by different males. Anyway, Honey was restrained with her spine up against the base of the cage wall, her feet on one side restrained to rings on the floor, the other side restrained to the cage bars, in sort of a wide teddy-bear "hug" posture. She didn't seem to mind it that much, and only showed discomfort when I broke her hymen with the exam probe. The problem would be, she had never had a rectal ultrasound before... Jim used one of his newer toys, a blood analyzer, to check her serum progesterone levels to verify her pregnancy, and she should be only a couple months from giving birth, if that, so it'd be helpful to know just how many cubs we would be expecting. But therein lay the problem. She would find her first experience with my arm up in her rather uncomfortable, if not outright painful. That would mean I'd want to partially sedate her to mitigate the pain it would cause. She had no problem with restraint, but putting her in the squeeze would mean that she could wobble and injure herself, or the cubs, when getting out. Or break my arm by going down unexpectedly. Since she seemed to like being tied up spread-eagle, that wouldn't have the same problems, but would have others, in that I couldn't empty her rectum easily as my position would be laying with my "in" arm along the ground. It'd be much easier for her, and a better image for the ultrasound, but wouldn't work too well for me.

I pondered having her supported... her on a table up in stirrups would work, but she wasn't trained for that and the exam tables in the cathouse wouldn't likely support her much-heavier weight... let alone her larger size dimensions. I canted my jaw, as she'd just flopped down for some more sun and the crowd that had watched her performance wandered off. I knew there was a lifting sling in the storage room, and the overhead hoist could be moved into their bay to lift her up... making it basically an odd sex-swing with her on her back. It'd just be difficult in getting her positioned correctly on it.

I smiled as I came to a conclusion. I knew exactly how I was going to do Honey's exam... so that it'd be safe for her, as pleasant for her as possible, and as easy for me as possible. I got up and started back to the cathouse, satisfied Big John could stand another few days of blueballs and Honey would be happy with having her first litter.

* * * * *

Prowling about the larger medical room, I set the main video endoscopy unit on the cart, closed up to protect the screen. I then grabbed the hardshell briefcase-like case that had the larger and a smaller medical endoscopes in it, as I figured I'd need the larger one. I put the cold light source unit on the cart, too, then grabbed the wooden case with the various "dildo-cam" video devices in it. I unlatched the lid and looked to see if they were all in their places, which they were. Nine of them ranging from the size and length from a five-inch one of three-quarter-inch diameter to a 30-inch one of three-and-a-half-inch diameter, each covered in their own protective velvet bag so as not to scratch the lens ends more than necessary.

All these things went on the roll-cart and headed to the base of the stairs. Leaving the cart, I grabbed the video endoscopy unit by its handle with my left hand, tucked the cold light source box, wrapped in its own cord, under the same arm, then grabbed the handles for the dildocam and endoscope cases and headed up the stairs. I set down the dildocams as I opened the oak door and went through. I used my foot to brace it open some as I grabbed the final case and set it outside the door. I just locked the door and backed through the public entry doors as Jerry showed up. "Well, moving day?" he asked.

"Very funny." I smirked at him as I brought the gear outside and plunked it in the back "trunk" netting area of the grunt - basically where the golf bags would be held were it still a golf cart.

"What's all that for?" Jerry asked, genuinely this time.

"Giving the two new lions a going-over... oh!" I turned and looked back at the cathouse doors. "Eh, naw. I'll just use what I got. Or... maybe..." I looked to the stuff. "Jerry, keep an eye on this all, will ya?"

He nodded and I went back down and grabbed another two cases from the larger medical bay. "You really ARE packed for a trip here, aren't ya, Jim?" Jerry quipped.

"Well, it all depends on what was where. You know how sometimes I lend my stuff to the zoo. Well, this time the zoo is lending me its stuff. Again." I shrugged.

"Aren't you worried Jack will see you with this collection of commodities?" Jerry asked. I fished out my watch, smiled, and then pointed to the PA speaker on the corner of the cathouse.

"Attention all visitors, the zoo will be closing in 30 minutes, please begin to make your way to the front gate. Thank you for visiting the zoo, and have a nice evening." The recorded message was pleasant, clear, and right on time.

Jerry laughed. "You just got lucky!" he winked at me.

"Luck has nothing to do with it, just having a keen knowledge of how this place runs. And an accurate timepiece doesn't hurt." I winked and Jerry just shook his head.

"I gave some thought to just how I was going to check on Honey, and I think I got it worked out fairly well so she'd be happy with how she's done, as well as it being as comfortable for me as possible." I smiled. "What are your days off this week?"

"Thursday and Saturday. Why?" Jerry asked.

"Well, you said you wanted to be there when I did her exam. I think I might be able to do it either Friday or Sunday, depending on how everything goes." I smiled.

"Oh! Well, that works for me. Thanks, Jim. You also mentioned doing something about Big John?" Jerry asked.

"Yeah, I was just over there earlier and it doesn't seem as though he's too bad off just yet. I'll have to see when I can get around to taking care of him. He just needs to be put through his paces... no big shit. It just takes time and knowing everything." I said and climbed into the front seat of the grunt. Jerry moved to the passenger seat and I started out slowly towards the bear dens.

"Maybe sometime you can show me what to do?" Jerry asked.

"Eh... maybe, but probably not." I said, hedging things a bit.

"Why not?" Jerry asked, honestly.

"Well, for one thing, parts of it are somewhat... private. Another thing is that some in the zoological community would have a bird about what we do. I'm reasonably insulated from meaningful pissery, but you're not. And a third thing is that... well... let's just say some of it isn't your style, and leave it at that. Sometime I'll show you some general things you can do with Big John when he gets to fussing like recently, but... the full workout... It's probably best you stay in the dark about that for at least the time being. Mostly for your own good." I kind of half-shrugged and smiled meekly.

I didn't like doing that to Jerry, as he'd been enjoying Sarah without issue, but what Big John knew, and liked.... would probably make more than a few fetish fans blush. Hell, even Honey being chained to the fence when having her cherry popped would piss off a lot of people, had they known. The fact that Honey enjoyed the experience, as evidenced by her actions later of coming back to that spot and laying out similarly again - on the pen side of the fence rather than the medical bay side... to me that gave every indication of "do it again!" rather than it being some traumatic, mind-shattering, psycho-suppressive exercise in human domination of another species.

"Well..." Jerry studied me as we motored along slowly, he then shrugged. "If you say so, Jim. You've got me curious now with all the guarded language, but... I suppose you're right about it being better if I don't know some things that go on here." He sighed. "I know I'm not as high-ranking as you, but, still, I'd like to know to keep my bears happy and.... satisfied."

I nodded. "I know, Jerry. You're a great keeper, so that's why you're here, and why it's fine you enjoy some "pi" with Sarah every now and then. Or even if Honey wants some cream. But somewhat like Cleo, Big John has a few secrets that would get us all in trouble. Not quite to the extent that Cleo has, but... still, enough."

Jerry looked curious. "Well, what do you mean? Can you give me an example?"

I pondered, frowned a bit, then shrugged. "Well, he's not stolen, so that's a good thing, but... his paperwork is fudged some. He didn't come from Thompson Park Zoo. He came from a porn film outfit, like I mentioned when you and Julie were over for movies. Actually, he didn't quite come directly from them, either, come to think of it. That's who owned him but he was at a county dog pound when I heard about him, supposed to be executed because he was "Damaged goods", in the eyes of the law, having been "trained" for bestial acts with humans. The county animal control agent was kindhearted, and even though the sheriff wanted a bearskin rug for his house... Big John kind of... died." I smiled. "So officially he ceased to exist, in full compliance with the judge's order. Another bear answering to the same name and with the same.... preferences... just happened to pop up here, having presumably come from a small zoo known for poor record-keeping."

Jerry laughed. "Sounds like your stories of midnight relocation runs."

I nodded. "Exactly. It was indeed one of those. It was during that time when there wasn't any zoo director and so there wasn't really anyone to ask permission to do whatever needed doing. An interim director wasn't assigned yet, and all other sorts of things were just carrying on department by department, keeping the day-to-day work going and the zoo running. So he just sort of... appeared. And no one questioned anything."

"That was one of your end-runs, wasn't it?" Jerry smiled.

I laughed and nodded as I pulled up to the gate by the dens. "You betcha." I winked. "And apart from him getting fussy like this when we go too long between treatments, he's been a wonderful addition to the zoo."

"So what was the name of that studio again?" Jerry asked.

I laughed. "I didn't mention it, and you probably won't find any of his films even if you go digging. Maybe find some pictures, but the movies were only released on BetaMax and were in fairly limited quantities. It's not like there was as wide of a market for zooporn in those days as there is now. Well, I shouldn't say that. The market was there, the anonymity of purchasing it wasn't. You can be anyone online, but it's a whole different thing to walk into a smut shop and hand over cash for a stack of videotapes, or dildos.... or a sex swing." I winked and Jerry laughed heartily.

"Yeah, I guess it is an impediment if you're seen going into one of those stores by some stuffy co-worker or whatever." Jerry nodded.

"Or if you're from a small town and someone you're dating discovers your porn stash and gets bent out of shape about the content." I nodded. "Remember, gossip kills."

Jerry got out of the grunt and shook his head. "Jim, you're terrible. Usually right, but still terrible."

I shrugged and did my best Popeye impression. "Eye yam whats eye yam an dats aww dat eye yam!"

Jerry rolled his eyes, did a push-off wave and headed through the gate. I turned the grunt down the path heading back towards the offices and zipped along.

Jack was just pulling out of the employee parking lot as I started crossing the courtyard, so I headed for the clock tower and parked behind it for a few minutes and checked my cellphone for messages. No one had called, which was about par for the course, and so there were no voicemail messages to be dealt with. Doing so gave me enough time for Jack to disappear and then I motored over to my Blazer, unlocked the back window, and put the various electronics cases in the cargo area. Julie came down the stairs as I was doing so, and I waved to her.

"So... what's the plan for tonight?" she asked.

"Oh... well..." I thought a bit. "I really don't know." I chuckled softly, "I suppose you're wanting to stay the night again, huh?"

Julie blushed some. "I.... would like to, yes. If that's alright." She smiled lovingly up at me.

"Well..." I said as I put the last of the cases in the back and latched the window back into place. "Yeah, it's alright." I smiled. I didn't really know if being together so much would do our relationship much good, as it was a lot of time in a few short days, and I didn't want things to get old, stale, boring... blah, in too big of a hurry as I did like Julie a lot. I didn't want things to burn out too quickly, but then again, I have a hard time saying "no" to a pretty face.

"You sound unsure, Jim." Julie noticed, and I smiled a little.

"I'm just a bit worried we're taking things a bit too fast, Julie. I mean... wow, we've spent more time together the past week than we've spent apart from each other." I chuckled softly. "I just don't want you to burn out on being around me, is all. I like having you around, but sometimes one can get too much of a good thing, you know?"

Julie just leaned up and kissed my cheek. "I don't think I could ever burn out on being around you, Jim. You're just so.... well.... I've never been around anyone like you in this way before. You're always saying something I didn't know... showing me something I didn't know existed... you just... know so much. It's rather exciting to me." She smiled and practically giggled.

"Well... um..." I looked around. "You don't live too far from here, do you?"

Julie shook her head. "Not too far, no, why?"

"Well, maybe you'd like to pack a bag or something and just meet me back here? I've got some paperwork to finish up and then we can just take my car, if you like. Save you some gas. Unless you'd prefer driving out to my place by yourself. I don't really mind either way." I smiled.

Julie practically bounced. "Oh, that'd be wonderful, Jim. I can ride with you and Cleo!"

I laughed. "Yeah... so, see you back here in a little while?"

Julie nodded enthusiastically and went to her car. "Be back in a jiffy!"

I waved as she pulled out of the lot and headed back up to my office.

Cleo was chest-sitting on the cot as I opened the door and she got up to nuzzle me when I stepped in. "Yes, I know it's that time again, but we're going to do things a little different tonight. Julie wants to spend the night again so she's going to get some of her clothes and stuff and then we'll all head back home. Does that sound good to you?" I didn't expect Cleo to follow all that, but she nodded and nuzzled me some more. I pet along her back, then under her belly, which was swelling more and more. She wasn't quite to looking like she was inflated with air, but she was looking a bit chubby for the average lioness. Cleo leaned against me with her head and neck as I gently felt her swelling abdomen. "Yeah, I know, hon... soon you'll have cubs and we'll have even more of a time trying to keep you secret in here."

I sighed and canted my jaw a bit, wondering just how I WOULD deal with moving her and her cubs about every day. And just how I would keep the little squeakers quiet enough Jack wouldn't know they were here. Oh well, at least I had some more time to think about all that. I stopped petting Cleo and sat down in my chair, then swiveled to work on the computer some more. Oh, the thrills of being in administration... mounds and mounds of paper, whether electronic or printed. What a thrill.

Soon enough there was a knock on the door. "Kommmen sie!" I said loudly and Julie let herself in.

"All ready, Jim," she announced as she shut the door and moved to cuddle Cleo some as she was laying on the cot.

"I'll be done with this in a moment or two. I know you're anxious to have some fun with the new lions, but I'd better let Peaches have some time in the house first. After all, it's been nearly a week since she's had any house privileges that I know of, so she'd likely get a little bent out of shape if she heard other goings-on and she didn't get out at all." I spoke as I was working on a budgetary report for a couple weeks previous, not bothering to take my eyes off the screen and my papers.

"That makes sense, Jim. But... we will get to have some fun with Larry and Terry tonight, right?" Julie asked hopefully.

"Well, I don't exactly know if it will be fun, per se. They'll certainly enjoy what I've somewhat got planned, but when it comes to you getting to enjoy one of them like you enjoyed Cleo the other night... that, I can't say. It all depends on a lot of things that I don't have the answers to quite yet. At the very least, you'll have my company, get to interact with them some, and have a good dinner." I just realized, then added, "After I buy it from the store."

Julie chuckled. "Don't worry, Jim. I don't mind you making an extra stop or two. I know I kind of invited myself.... it's just... this is all so EXCITING to me." Julie smiled up at me in hopeful expectation. "I never thought... any of these sorts of things existed, let alone I'd be doing it. And then there's you, too."

I laughed some. "Glad you didn't forget me!" I winked to her as I saved the file and shut down the computer.

Julie giggled. "I suppose sometimes it sounds like it gets lost in the shuffle, with the cats and all, but..." she stood up and wrapped her arms around me as I sat there, "... I do love you a lot, too."

* * * * *

The trip home was relatively uneventful, with Julie keeping Cleo company while I ducked into the supermarket for some dinner goodies. Two dinners of that On-Cor Chicken Parmesiana that Julie wanted, a couple tubes of Grands buttermilk biscuits to go with it, and even a bottle of halfway-decent wine - at least I HOPED it'd be halfway decent and not too sharp - to go with the dinner for two. Well, this dinner for two. I also got 10 midsized fryer chickens, four racks of thighs, and a strange look from the cashier.

"Having a barbecue, or just stocking up?" she asked. It was a legitimate question since I usually bought only racks of thighs and then only once every couple weeks or so, one rack being enough for both cats for a day.

I figured I'd play it straight and see how the clerk reacted. "Nope, got some more mouths to feed, so figured I'd do a couple days' shopping tonight."

"A couple days? Your family must really like chicken!" she commented as she was ringing up the poultry.

"Yep, the bigger ones get a whole chicken every day for a meal." I nodded.

The girl looked really confused. "Your family must be weird, mister."

I shook my head. "No, not weirds, big cats."

She stopped mid-swipe and looked at me. "You're joking, right?"

I shook my head and then moved my jacket to reveal the zoo's logo on my work shirt. "Nope... three lions, two ligers, a tigress and a cougar. Interesting housepets, and keeps away traveling salesmen." I winked.

"Wow... well, that's certainly an interesting family. Do you have a SuperSavings card?" she asked. I handed over my card and she scanned it for my discount. "That'll be $111.03, with your discount, sir."

I swiped one of my cards and thought for a bit. Feeding that many cats is certainly going to put a crimp in my bank account with it being close to a hundred bucks every two days. The register soon spit out my receipt and she handed it to me. "Have a good day, sir."

I nodded and pushed the cart out the doors and towards my Blazer.

"What'd you buy? Looks like a lot." Julie said as I opened the back hatch.

"Just food for the cats for two days and some for us for a couple meals." I shrugged and started packing the groceries among the electronics cases and Julie's large softside bag, being especially careful with the wine bottle.

"All that for just two days?" Julie sounded surprised.

"Yeah, those big guys can sure eat a lot, you know. Besides, you've not seen me go on my shopping trip to Costco. Next time I go the entire ass-end of the Blazer will proably be weighed down with frozen chicken." I winked to her and her eyes got wide. I shut the rear window and put the cart away, then got in the drivers' door.

"You're kidding about the chicken, right?" Julie asked in earnest.

I shook my head. "Nope... that's just 10 fryers and four racks of thighs for Cleo and Peaches. Two days' worth. I have some more racks of thighs in the freezer in the mudroom but... figured I'd get some more since I was in there already. I usually do shopping once every couple weeks for the cats, but this time it'll be a bigger load because of all the new faces... and their appetites."

Julie looked curious to me. "So... what'd all that cost?"

I shrugged. "Shade over 100 bucks. But that's about average. Really the cats' stuff cost maybe.... $75? So that'd be about $40 or so at Costco. Maybe a bit more, but I'd be shopping for two weeks so it'd be a bigger bill regardless."

"You must really like them to spend so much there," Julie commented as we drove off towards my house.

"Which "there", Julie? Costco or here?" I inquired.

"Costco," Julie replied.

"Well.... not exactly. But it's the cheapest place for the chicken I feed my cats. If I could work some deal with a wholesaler that'd be better, but up to this point it wasn't that big of a deal to just buy a couple cases of chicken thighs every couple weeks. But now with the bigger cats I might try to see what deals can be made to get things cheaper." I smiled.

"You're so weird, Jim." Julie smiled. "But I like you the way you are."

It wasn't so very long before I pulled to the wrong side of the road and got my mail from the mailbox. I chucked it on the dashboard and swung the Blazer onto my farm lane. Steering a little with my knee I started sorting through the wad of pulp the postman had delivered. A couple catalogs, one of which Julie immediately snatched and started flipping through, my current issue of Animal Finders' Guide in its envelope. A couple bills - no surprise - and a packet from some electronics company I didn't recognize the name of. That went to the top of the pile, just under the AFG envelope.

"Wow, look at all this stuff just for pets...." Julie murmured as she flipped through the catalog.

I laughed. "You should see the veterinary supply catalogs I get. Now THOSE have a lot of interesting stuff in them, too. And rather high prices, I might add."

Julie looked at me confusedly. "Why would you get veterinary supply catalogs?"

I nodded forward as we pulled up in front of the single-bay of the garage. "Well, while I don't have a practice, outfitting that medical room cost a fair bit, even with a lot of it being secondhand. And when you need a this or a that, most of the time you've got to buy it right quick, so it's handy to have the catalogs to browse through and find the best price. Jim Bridger kids me about that a lot, saying he should just have me do the research for him when he orders supplies, but he's lazy and just uses whatever company he's with at the time."

"Oh, I see..." Julie nodded. "I guess I never thought about that much."

I smiled. "Yeah... that's the difference between having animals like mine and just a cat or dog. A lot of the time it's easier just having a medical facility right there - like we do at the zoo - than to try to move the animal to a clinic somewhere. When it comes to things like big cats and bears and animals one man or even two men can't lift, that makes things get complicated in a big hurry."

Julie smiled and kissed my cheek. "You're sweet, Jim. Can I have the keys? I gotta go pee!"

I laughed. "What a combination to put in a sentence..." I smiled and handed over my ring. Julie opened the door, dashed up the steps and left my keys in the front door of the house. I looked back to Cleo. "Well... it'll certainly be interesting if she does come to live here for good." Cleo just looked at me with her typical blank stare and I smiled, then sighed as I fuzzled her head. "Want to go in, Cleo?" A nod came as the reply so I opened my door, got out, and tipped the seat forward. Cleo stretched some as she got off the back seat of the Blazer, padded the half-step to the door and dropped down onto the pavement with first her forepaws and then her hindpaws. She was moving more awkwardly than ever because of her mommy-paunch, but I couldn't help but smile at her appearance. She was still my lover-lioness. I shut the door and we went up onto the porch and I opened the front door for her, retrieving my keys as I did so.

Cleo padded in and flopped down in the living room. Julie was still in the bathroom so I just walked down the hall to let Peaches out after shutting the front door behind me. Peaches must have heard the door unlatching as she was right there and stalked off past me into the main part of the house, paying me little attention. I couln't help but chuckle at that. "Well, be that way." I smiled and then headed to the kitchen. I started the oven to preheating, and put some thawed chicken into the bowls for both Peaches and Cleo. Peaches was lapping at the water bucket as I did so, and as soon as I'd put her food bowl down at the corner of the hall she gave up on the water and headed for that, first sniffing it and then laying down and munching away happily. Cleo's I put next to the stove, near the water bucket. Cleo looked up for a moment, and then laid back down, apparently more tired than usual.

I went over to Cleo. "Are you feeling ok?" I asked her. A nod came as a reply, so I just fuzzled her and headed out the door to get some of the groceries in. I grabbed a few of the bags and Julie's overnight bag then headed back to the front door. I was fumbling with the knob while trying to keep the bundles from being in the way when Julie opened the door for me.

"Yes, Can I help you?" she mockingly asked.

"Yes, ma'am. Is the man of the house in?" I asked.

"Take two steps and he will be," she winked and got out of my way as I entered. I used my foot to shove the door closed behind me as I set down her suitcase near the door and headed to the kitchen with my armfuls. I tucked one of the On-Cor dinners into the freezer for sometime later, one went onto the table. One roll of biscuits on the table, the other into the fridge. The wine went on the table, chicken racks in the drawer in the fridge... and then I was done for the time being.

Reading the instructions on the entree package, I got out a cookie sheet and put the paper pan of food on it, then tucked it into the oven to cook, setting the clockwork timer as I did so. I checked the temp on the roll of biscuits and discovered it was a different temperature than the entree. Hm... well... I got out a box of aluminum foil and took the pan out of my little toaster oven - well, not so little toaster oven. It was big enough for a small personal pizza and what what I typically used for cooking when it was me alone and not something that would require the larger oven. I put the aluminum foil on the pan and set it aside, as the biscuits wouldn't take anywhere near as long to bake as it would take the entree to cook. Having finished my tasks in the kitchen I went back out to the living room and sat beside Julie on the sofa. She already had the evening news on, so I watched it with her and we discussed the this-and-that of various news stories.

Soon enough the news finished and Wheel of Fortune came on. The timer in the kitchen rang for me to resituate the dinner, so I did just that. After putting it back in the oven to cook the remaining time, I set the timer for five minutes short of when the entree would be finished, and thought a little. If I fed the cats AFTER checking on them, they'd see it as a reward for good behavior. If I fed them before, I wouldn't have to worry about feeding them afterwards, and they could likely stay in for a bit if their house manners were appropriate. I rubbed the back of my neck and pondered a few moments, then decided I'd save their feeding until afterwards, and have a nice dinner with Julie in the interim. I started setting the table for two and opened the bottle of wine.

"Anything I can do to help in there?" Julie asked from the other room as I could hear her flipping through the television channels.

"Oh, no... pretty much got everything under control. Getting out the fine china and the good silverware... the best paper plates and plastic forks money can buy!" I winked a her through the doorway and she stuck out her tongue back at me.

Soon enough, I saw the timer only had a couple minutes left to go and so I went out to the other room and looked to see what Peaches was up to. She was curled on the couch with Julie and I smiled, guessing I didn't need to herd her back into her room just yet. The bell then rang and I reset the timer for 5 minutes and started the little toaster oven to preheating for the biscuits. I popped open the roll of large biscuits and arranged them on the foil-covered pan. The timer rang and I popped the biscuits in and set it for another 5 minutes as I shut off the bake oven and removed the pan with the dinner entree on it, setting it on the stovetop. I stirred the marinara sauce and ladled some of it over the chicken patties with a spoon then left it to cool a little.

"Dinner's almost ready if you need to wash up or anything." I said from the kitchen.

"Ok, dear," came the reply from the living room. "Though somehow I think this is a little backwards."

I stuck my head through the doorway. "How's that?" I inquired.

"Well, I should be the one cooking and you should be the one lounging in here, shouldn't it?" Julie smiled, her comment genuine.

"Well... maybe next time?" I smiled.

"Yeah, I'll cook next time, since this is the second time you've cooked dinner for me." Julie rose from her seat, which Peaches took no time in sprawling out into.

"Third time. We had this same dinner in the trailer, remember?" I winked and Julie stuck her tongue out at me again, then hugged me.

"Well, so I owe you at least a couple dinners," she smiled and kissed my cheek, then looked to the table place settings, and the small oil lamp illuminating them with its yellowish glow. "Oh, that's so sweet!"

I chuckled. "Well, I'm sort of an old-fashioned romantic most of the time. But mostly just old-fashioned." I winked and she sat down, scooting her chair up close as I put the pan of food on a couple trivets so we could both self-serve, and then the bell dinged for the biscuits, which I saw were nicely done, the tops just turning a golden color. I shut off the toaster-oven and removed the biscuits, then stacked them on a small plastic plate that wouldn't cool them too much.

"You do cook very well." Julie said as she took a few bites of her Chicken Parmesiana and buttered a biscuit.

"It's just heat-and-eat, so no real talent required. But thanks, hon. I do like a good meal." I smiled lovingly to her as I dished up a piece of chicken myself, and buttered one of the biscuits for myself.

The rest of the meal passed with relatively mindless banter about the day's work, things seen, and the usual endless stream of the mind's meanderings from subject to subject. Soon enough the food had been consumed, the wine was down to half a bottle, and we were still sitting and chatting. I heard the clock out in the living room chime and out of habit counted the hour-strikes. "Wow..." I finally said, "... time seems to have run away with us."

"Oh, what time is it?" Julie asked.

"It's ten o'clock already, hon. It'd be a bit late to start doing anything with the cats tonight, since we have work in the morning." I commented.

Julie frowned. "And here we talked most of the night away..."

I chuckled. "Hon, it's not like there's some urgent need but I know what you're meaning. If it was just one of them, and they were used to being in the house, that'd be something different, but this is only their second night here, and I don't know whether they'd behave themselves inside or not. Two adult male lions playing "chew the furniture" is a bit much for two people to handle on their own." I smiled. "Besides... what you'd like to do would take a bit of time anyway, just to make sure they react well to you and all." I smiled lovingly at her. "You'll get your chance. I guess it just won't be tonight. But there IS something we can do tonight that would be a first."

Julie looked surprised. "What's that?" I knew she'd had her heart set on having some fun with one of the new lions, but that'd certainly have to wait for a different evening.

I smiled. "Well, when you were here the other night and we had some fun with Cleo, and I had to run upstairs for some stuff, she decided to try climbing the stairs a bit. So perhaps tonight you and I can sleep together in bed and have a lioness in there too. How would that be?"

Julie giggled and her mood brightened noticeably. "That sounds sweet. Perhaps a little crowded, but still sweet. I'll go get ready... that is, if it's bedtime."

I chuckled. "You can go get your nighttime stuff on... I think I'll just sleep in a t-shirt like usual. No briefs." I winked to her. "But first I'm going to clear the table, then we can argue about who sleeps on which side of the bed."

"Jim, your bed has only one edge to the middle of the room anyway..." Julie observed.

"Yep, so I'd imagine you'll be the one taking that for if you have to pee in the night. Then if I have to go, I'll just wake you up crawling over you or shucking the blankets back." I grinned in a silly manner.

"Oh.... there's always something with you..." Julie grumbled in mock desperation, but her broad smile gave it away as she got up from her seat and started for the bedroom, grabbing her bag on the way.

I cleared the plates from the table, rinsing them in the sink before stacking them on the counter for later. There was a couple pieces of chicken left over so I put a piece of cling-wrap over the paper pan and tucked it in the fridge. The wine got re-corked and set far back on the countertop. I took a bite out of the last biscuit, eating it just plain as I blew out the table lamp. I moved to the living room. "Come on, Peaches, time for you to go back to your room." I patted my leg and she rose from the sofa. Thankfully she hadn't gotten into anything while we'd been eating. She stretched as she got up from her napping-place and padded over to me. I pet her head as she rubbed against me and then pointed down the hall to her room. She knew what was going on and padded off down the hall. "Goodnight, Peaches. See you in the morning," I said, just out of habit, as I closed her door for the night.

I went back down the hall and ducked into the bathroom. I took a leak and then looked at myself in the mirror. Oh well, I've looked worse, but Julie didn't seem to be complaining. I washed up a bit and then went back out into the living room just as Julie was coming down the stairs in a different nightshirt.

"So... how do we do this?" she asked.

I chuckled. "I bet you haven't said that in awhile to any guy." I winked and she blushed some. Cleo, having been woken by my calling Peaches, padded over to us. "Cleo, I'd like you to climb the stairs with Julie and I, so we can all sleep in my bed tonight. Will you let me help you climb up the stairs?" Cleo looked to me, then to Julie, and then to the staircase. Cleo nodded haltingly.

"Are you afraid of the stairs?" I asked. Cleo shook her head, haltingly. "Are you afraid of what's at the top of the stairs?" Cleo haltingly shook her head again. "Are you afraid we'll do something to hurt you up there?" Cleo readily shook her head. "Are you afraid of being trapped up there?" Julie asked. Cleo haltingly shook her head. I pondered a moment. "Does it bother you that you can't turn around on the stairs?" Cleo nodded freely. "Do you think you'll be trapped on the stairs." Cleo haltingly nodded.

I smiled, knelt down and kissed Cleo's stop. "It'll be alright, Cleo. I'll help you." I looked up to Julie then nodded to the stairs. She gave me a confused look for a moment, then realized and started heading up. I turned the lights on for the stairs and then moved about turning the lights off for the living room before I returned to the foot of the stairs. Cleo had moved a few steps up so I moved up behind her. "I'm the one behind you, Cleo. It's alright. Just keep going if you can."

I could see that she was being tentative in her stepping as she'd advance one foot at a time. About halfway up she stopped. "Cleo, can you go further up?" I asked. She shook her head as Julie waited at the top of the stairs. "Is it alright if I move your feet for you?" Cleo nodded haltingly. I reached forward and lifted a forepaw and put it on the next stair tread. Then her opposite hindpaw. I pushed her rump with my hips a little bit and she shifted her weight so I would then move her left forepaw and right handpaw so she was again standing square on the treads. I repeated this action for each step until she got her forepaws the step below the top, and then she seemed to regain the willpower to go onwards and padded the rest of the way up. She sniffed about and must have known which was my room, as she sat down next to the door.

"You can go in, Cleo. It's alright." I smiled and headed into the room, turning on that room's lights and turning off the stair lights. Cleo followed me and Julie followed Cleo.

"Would you like to watch something, Julie, or would you prefer to head to bed right away?" I asked as I turned on the TV and fed a disc into the DVD player.

"Your house, Jim. Do whatever you'd like. I know you like watching something to go to sleep, so I don't mind," Julie smiled and turned down the covers for the bed.

After quickly disrobing, I grabbed the remote and started the video playing, it was a documentary on the airship LZ-129... better known as the Hindenburg. I sat down on the bed and looked to my two ladies. "Ok, now how are we going to arrange this? Us two spooning and Cleo in front, or what would you recommend, Julie?" I inquired.

Julie's face scrunched some. "I didn't really think about it, Jim."

I chuckled "Cleo, would you like to sleep under the covers with us?" I asked. A nod came in reply. I pondered how to phrase my next question. "Cleo, nuzzle who you'd like to be snuggled up to when under the covers." Cleo padded forward and looked first at me, then at Julie, then at me again. She then sat down. I chuckled. "I guess she either can't make up her mind or doesn't want to choose. That and she'll probably get up at least once in the night anyway. How about we just spoon and have her ahead of you?" I asked.

"That works for me." Julie smiled at me. I climbed into bed and fluffed up my pillow. Julie got in next and wriggled back against me and smiled as her bare butt touched my equally bare crotch. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She patted the bed and held the covers up some. Cleo jumped up and circled once before flopping down with her back up against Julie. She drew the covers over us all and I reached for the switch that would turn out the beside light. The television still illuminated the room fairly well as I yawned huge. Cleo yawned too, and then Julie. She giggled a little an then sighed some as she snuggled in. I couldn't help but think how wonderful it was having them both in my bed at last.

* * * * *

Sometime overnight Julie or Cleo, or both, must have gotten up as they'd changed positions when I woke. I was snuggled to Cleo and Julie was facing us both from the other side of the bed. I couldn't help but smile at my two lovers. Being as they were both sleeping, I just snuggled back in and closed my eyes to snooze until it was time we all got up.

The following day at work was rather routine, apart from Julie riding in with Cleo and I. There was the usual paperwork, Vic's crew had cleaned up the unused outside enclosures for the big cats, and there were the typical questions from the guests about the cats, the zoo, and other minutiae. Jerry was going to be off work tomorrow so I figured that'd be a good time to take care of Big John - both so Jerry wouldn't feel left out as well as it taking care of the bruin's interpersonal issues. I didn't mention this to Julie as she'd likely have wanted to watch or participate, and I wasn't exactly ready to show her that side of myself quite yet.

Julie and I ate lunch together at the bandstand gazebo lawn, chatting and having a good time. She had some sandwich delivered and I grabbed a couple hotdogs from the concessionaire.

"How can you eat that stuff?" Julie asked in slight disgust.

I chuckled and took another bite of hotdog. "Easy. Open mouth. Insert food to desired extent. Close mouth severing a chunk of food. Chew. Swallow. Repeat." I winked and demonstrated. Julie just rolled her eyes. "I know, it's not the healthiest of lunches, but it has three of the four food groups." I smiled.

"You....." Julie giggled.

The remainder of the day went somewhat quickly and soon Julie and I - along with Cleo, of course - were heading through the Arby's drive-thru to get a fast-food dinner to go. I could tell Julie was excited to do some stuff with Larry and Terry, even though she wasn't saying so outright. Cleo must have sensed something going on as she was a bit more active in the back seat than usual.

Soon enough we were pulling up in front of my garage once again, and Julie borrowed my keys to let herself into the house. I couldn't help but chuckle as she was certainly becoming a creature of habit around here, and seemed to fit in reasonably well. I let Cleo into the house and set our dinner on the table, put chicken in the bowls for her and Peaches, then let the cougaress out for her dinner while we ate ours.

I made sure not to make the same mistake as last night with us talking way too long and missing out on the opportunity for the fun Julie was wanting, so just after we were finished eating I put Peaches back into her room and headed out back through the mudroom. I shut the large gates for the first time in a long time, making only a reasonably wide corridor between the mudroom and garage, so Peaches couldn't pester the lions as I brought them in. I decided I would bring Terry in first, since he was the one I wanted to check on.

Terry came to the gate as calmly as could be when I called for him, and Larry just stood back a little bit with a "please, me too?" expression on his face as I put the chain on Terry's collar. "You'll get your chance, Larry. Just be patient. I have to check on your brother some first, ok? Then I'll bring you into the house, too. And maybe you'll have some fun. We'll just have to see." I didn't expect the lions to understand or respond in any meaningful way, but Larry seemed to accept that he was being left behind for the moment.

As I wove my way through the buildings back to the house, I wondered if he had ever been separated from his brother for any extended period of time. Probably not, given how they acted towards each other. And I was sure it was a concern for Larry at the least as this was a new place to him and he wasn't familiar with how I was as far as keeping them together.

Terry, for his part, padded right along as I moved through my workshop and back through the side door of the garage. When we got to the mudroom he was curious about all sorts of scents and was sniffing all over. As soon as I'd opened the door to the kitchen he looked at the edges of the door, then through it as though hesitant to enter such an area. That is, he was hesitant until Cleo padded over to the other doorway, then he was certainly willing to go through - anxious to do so, even.

I released him from his leash and he bounded across the kitchen and plowed right into Cleo, who was naturally knocked over. The two play-wrestled a little, but not too very much as Cleo was slowing down from her load of cubs, and male lions aren't typically exceptionally energetic except when mating or fighting. As the two played, I set up the video endoscopy unit and got out the dildo-cam probe that I figured I'd use for him. Up to that point I'd not really considered any need to restrain Terry, but as I was watching them wrestle about, I started getting a little concerned that I just MIGHT need some... even though this wasn't really the place or situation for that.

"What's all this for?" Julie asked as she sat on the couch, trying to stay out of the way of the tumbling cats.

"Well, the other day I kind of gave a cursory check of the brothers and... Terry felt a little odd inside, so I'm going to see what his backside looks like inside." I smiled at Julie.

"Oh, sort of like you did with Cleo?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yes, and the rest is just in case there's something going on there that I can't get to with just this shorter probe. I _think_ I might know what's up, but it's just a wild guess based on some of the wackadoo rumors about the place they came from, and knowing they were doing genetic manipulation on these guys."

"Oh... well, anything I can do?" Julie asked.

I smiled. "Well... " I thought for a moment, then went over to the lowest drawer of my desk and rummaged around a bit. I came up with an S-video cable long enough, which I then ran between the television setup and the video endoscopy unit allowing the TV to show the same as what was on the smaller monitor.

"Terry, come here!" I commanded. The playtime ceased and Terry just looked at me.

"Terry, come here!" I repeated, and this time the big lion padded over to me next to the couch.

"Terry, lay down!" I said firmly, and he laid himself in a chest-sitting posture. Cleo came over and sat down nearby.

I smiled at Julie. "You can pet his head I'd imagine... keep him calm and entertained while I work on his other end."

Julie smiled. "I can do that." She then sat tailor-style by Terry's front as I opened the endoscope case by Terry's rear.

Even though it was HORRIBLE protocol, I sat myself out with one leg to either side of the big cat's rump as I prepared things to go into his rear. I figured with Cleo around I'd stand a chance of being able to get back fast enough if Terry were to object, but normally how I'd positioned myself would be terribly dangerous if the lion were to turn and attack in defense of his backside. Cleo laid out along my left hip, my right side near the end table with the video unit on it. I pet her back with one hand, his rump with the other. His tail was fwipping about a bit in nervousness, but he wasn't showing any signs of objecting to anything just yet.

Once again I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and squirted some lube onto the fingers of my right hand. Terry turned his head at the sound of the squidge from the tube of lubricant, but straightened out and tensed up a bit when I lifted his tail. He tensed firmly when my fingers touched his pucker, then it relaxed as did the rest of his body, allowing my digits to slip easily inside him, lubricating his ring and opening him a bit.

His insides were soft and warm, and fairly slick. Not as slippery-slick as Cleo could get, but... more than reasonably lubricated for it being a male lion's rectum, that's for sure. I explored a little inside him and that was eliciting growls and mewls of pleasure from the other end of the great beast. I gently drew my fingers out and turned on the video unit with my dry hand. I set it to record and attached the probe, lubricating it some with what was left on my gloved fingers, then aiming it at the cat's pucker.

It looked like some weird sci-fi movie - perhaps a modern version of Inner Space - as the probe moved foward, the image of Terry's tailhole getting larger on the screen until it pressed against the pucker, and parted the ring of flesh. Terry's insides were pink and healthy as I advanced the inch-thick probe into him. Further and further, inch by inch, Terry looked fairly normal, until I saw what I'd barely felt the other day. There appeared to be some sort of flap of flesh forming a rough V-shape on the ventral surface of Terry's rectum. I nudged at the flap with the probe, but it was too large and too blunt so it just wanted to slide overtop of it further into the lion's body that direction.

"What is that?" Julie asked.

"That's what I felt, but I don't exactly know. I can't get the video probe underneath it.. at least not in this position. But I thought there was something odd about him." I smiled. Terry was built a little differently than Larry... somewhat rounder ears, more teddy-bear-ish than Larry... and when I started replaying the other day in my mind, I realized Terry's rump was a little wider and his hips more defined. I had chalked it all up to just slight differences in their genetics, and different physique but now I wasn't so sure.

I gently removed the probe, at which Terry's rear seemed to grip firmly on the slick plastic device. I couldn't help but laugh as he was groaning some when it left him.

"What?" Julie asked.

"He wants something back in his ass!" I smiled. "I swear, these guys are quite curious..."

"Oh..." Julie blushed deeply, as she must have been thinking about the gay... or bi... lion she was petting at the moment.

I quickly changed out the leads and light source from the video probe to the larger of the two endoscopes - the one I'd used on Sarah most recently - and inserted its tip, along with my two fingers, into Terry's rear. He'd been holding his tail raised for me throughout the whole of the procedures ever since I'd put my fingers into him the first time, and was now again making pleased sounds as I pushed the endoscope further and further into him. I reached the flap, as I could see through the fish-eye-type lens. Moving my fingers some, I was able to coax the tip underneath the flap of flesh, and discovered that was exactly what it was... sort of... tongue-like, only not exactly as muscular. Both sides were covered in mucus membrane, as proven by their slickness.

Advancing the endoscope a bit further I came to something that truly surprised me... a very thin membrane that was quite vascular in nature... the endoscope slid along it and as it did so, I could feel Terry's rear tense and he mewled a little in what sounded like... either surprise or discomfort or something unusual. The scope continued sliding for a couple centimeters and then there was an opening in the membrane.

"Is that.... what it looks like?" Julie asked incredulously, as her eyes were riveted to the TV screen, her hands just resting on Terry's head as they had forgotten what they were doing.

"What does it look like to you?" I asked Julie, fully expecting the answer I'd get as I advanced the scope more through the irregularly-shaped opening. Julie didn't really reply.

Just past that membrane the flesh closed in on the scope, but wasn't affecting its advancement. There were a lot of mucoid secretions which was a good thing as I didn't know how I'd have lubricated the endoscope so deeply inside Terry had I needed to. I didn't have the associated attachments to make use of the fluid and biopsy channels of the endoscope - those were back at the zoo. A few inches further - which seemed like miles as the scope slowly advanced - there was a rounded nub extending a little ways into whatever passage this was inside my newest lion. I smiled, recognizing the appearance immediately.

"Is that a....?" Julie stammered in disbelief.

I laughed and started extracting the endoscope. "It sure looks like one. I think Terry here is something special indeed. I'd have to check Larry similarly to be sure, but I think he's sort of a normal lion, apart from his knot. But Terry here....."

"... isn't just a male." Julie finished my sentence, her expression stunned... amazed... and seemingly in utter disbelief.

I chuckled. "Well... it's not wholly unheard of. There's pseudohermaphrodites in all species, mostly goats and cows. But even in dogs there's something called Persistent Mullerian Duct Syndrome in which there's... sort of both a neovagina as well as penis. The dog appears male, but isn't fertile. Or may even have internal testes or ovariotestes. Penis works but he doesn't have any sperm to squirt, and sometimes appears like he's been neutered already."

I smiled and removed the endoscope, putting it on some paper toweling laid out for that purpose, but I left my fingers inside Terry and started finger-fucking his butt, which brought pleasant sounds from his head end once more.

"So... how'd this happen?" Julie asked.

"I don't really know, but this could be some sort of intentional tweaking. Well, the genetic tweak would have to be intentional, but I can't say if they were going for this particular result or not. It's as though the development was suppressed at a certain stage when the cloaca was separating in the fetus, but suppressed in such a way that both genital systems developed - in duplicate, no less." I furrowed my brow as I felt Terry shifting his rump. I slid my other hand down and he was becoming erect, which was likely uncomfortable in the way he was laying.

"Why would they want that?" Julie asked.

I shrugged. "I don't really know... but... perhaps it was just a matter of "to see if we can"... You know, pure science without any constraints. Go wherever the opportunity leads regardless of ethics or morality or whatnot. Like in Jurassic Park - "Your scientists were so busy trying to find out if they COULD, they never stopped to think whether or not they SHOULD."

"I guess that makes some sense." Julie shrugged, still trying to process it all.

I smiled. "Then again, they were ordering a lot of biological material from us, and likely other places as well, so perhaps this was one way of seeing if they could increase the big cat populations by allowing ... bachelor males to breed, I guess?" I shrugged. It did sound completely outlandish when said out loud, but... that was one of the theories Steve Meers got sneered at regarding - that some animals would mate with any available warm hole, including siblings of same gender, and as such their limited populations could be supported by male-on-male reproduction in limited-group settings. He had cited cheetahs and giant pandas especially, but perhaps Terry here was a precursor to those species... I couldn't tell.

I gently lifted up on Terry's maleness and he raised his rump slightly. I tucked my legs under his butt, adducting them some to do so, and this left his crotch up off the floor enough so he could be comfortable. After shifting his weight a bit on his hindlegs as they dangled over my legs, he seemed to settle into a pleasant posture and his maleness firmed up quickly in my grasp. I grabbed a collection condom and slid it over his thickness.

"What are you doing now?" Julie asked.

I smiled. "Letting Terry blow his load while finger-fucking his ass." I winked.

"You're not.... really...." Julie got up a bit and walked on all fours some then plunked down by Cleo. "You ARE, aren't you?"

I nodded. "I said I was... Grab a glove and slicken two fingers. Terry here can take more than just my two. It'll probably get him to cum faster, too."

Julie did and I stopped fondling Terry's balls for a moment to guide her hand along mine. Her index and middle finger, as well as mine, pushed back and forth in Terry's tailhole as I returned my left hand to his maleness, sliding his sheath back and sliding the collection sheath over his member, past the small bulge that was his growing knot. In and out our fingers went, and I could feel his ring flexing and twitching. I grasped a bit more firmly just behind Terry's bulge, where the nerve plexus in a canine would be, just to see if he'd start humping like a dog. He did, in his own way. His penis started inflating all the more quickly, and he began rocking his hips in leonine mini-thrusts as his knot swelled fast, the ring of the collection condom trapped behind it, holding the device in place. Soon enough I felt his inner muscles gripping firmer and firmer, a bulge readily felt at the very edge of our fingers swelling bigger and bigger, then all of a sudden he roared out, enough to rattle the windows, as his ass gripped our fingers tightly, his cock started bobbing and the peristaltic waves could be felt within him as his ejaculation began.

Julie's face was awash with mixed feelings... embarrassment, excitement, surprise, curiosity... Likely all sorts of thoughts passing through her mind as she was there with her fingers up in an unusual lion's ass as he was cumming more than regular lions do. His butt was throbbing and his cock was bobbing much like a canine's as he continued ejaculating for what would have been forever for a normal lion. It wasn't anywhere near as long as that of a canine, though, as it dropped off after just a minute or two. His knot stayed swollen even though he wasn't squirting any more lion juice. I reached beneath him, between my legs and felt his warm maleness. It was... quite large for a lion. Cock and knot both seemed to feel about the size of a Rottweiler or Malamute, or perhaps a little bigger. Certainly a full-filling experience for whatever female cat would be bred by him.

I pulled my fingers out of Terry, and Julie did the same. I peeled my gloves off and shifted sideways a bit to lean against the sofa as I pet Terry's rump, waiting for his knot to go down so I could check his semen. Julie peeled her glove off as well and just sat there, amazed and taking it all in as her mind tried to process what she had just felt and seen.