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The Freebies are free flash-fiction stories written for people on the fly during a livestream. People send me a story idea based on the theme using their characters. I choose someone at random and write up their story idea.

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_This stream's theme: Indecent Exposure! Whether you're getting a hand job under the table at the fancy restaurant or having full-contact sex in a strip club, the thrill of doing it in public can be a satisfying thrill. If you're trying to keep it a secret, though, figure out a way to stifle those moans! (Theme by Zylen Andel.) _

This story was written for RayO_ElGatuBelo and features his characters.

"To introduce our keynote speaker, please welcome Mrs. Chieko Murasaki to the podium!"

Polite applause rippled through the audience. The technology conference was attended mostly by the press and employees of other businesses and the keynotes were reputed to be dreadfully dull.

A murmur rose up as an attractive, twenty-something Asian woman walked up to the podium wearing a sleek black dress cut to mid-thigh. Brushing long black hair from her face, she smiled and addressed the crowd in heavily-accented English.

"Thank you. My husband and I are so proud to be here," she said. "Our company is proud to introduce a brand new line of tablet computers tough enough to take a beating."

Behind her, a project flicked on, showing a picture of her and Lance Kaczynski, her husband, standing in the midst of an African jungle, their personalized tablet computers in hand.

Chieko scratched a large white bandage wrapped around her arm.

"They're tough enough to take into the heart of the jungle, where my husband and I just went," she continued. "Tougher than me!"

She laughed and lifted her arm, displaying the bandage.

A strange look crossed her face for a moment as the polite laughter died down and she stared out into the audience, not speaking for what turned into an uncomfortably long time.

"Uh... we believe... our tablets..."

As Chieko spoke, something dropped down between her legs, though the long, cream-colored tail was hidden from the audience by the podium. The brown tuft on the end twitched rapidly back and forth and Chieko grimaced as sharp, long claws pierced the wooden podium in her tight grip. The front of her blouse grew tight across her chest as she paused again, breathing hard.

One week earlier...

Chieko and Lance trekked through the deep brush, walking the perimeter of their campsite and admiring the gorgeous flowering plants surrounding them. It was late in the evening and the wind was blowing, cooling them down after a long, hot day. Their SUVs and camping supplies were behind them; their guide was fast asleep in one of the black and white vehicles.

"Here, take a picture of me!" Chieko said, smiling and posing in front of a bright purple flower as big as her head.

Lance smiled and lifted the camera to his face, ready to take the thousandth snap of their trip, when he froze. Something rustled in the bushes behind Chieko, a dark and shadowy shape.

Before he could warn her, something launched itself at her backside, knocking her to the ground. She screamed and rolled over, knocking at the golden-furred beast. Black claws ripped at her arm, leaving five deep scratches.

Lance rushed forward, shouting, and kicked at the creature, which fell backwards. It jumped to its feet and ran off, roaring, and Lance hurried to his wife's side. Older than Chieko by a dozen years, he was getting slightly paunchy in the middle and his partly bald head dripped with sweat.

Both of them breathing hard as they ran for the SUVs, Lance looked over his shoulder to see the... creature... stalking them. It looked feline, but it ran on two legs. He realized a moment too late it had launched itself into the air.

With a cry, he pushed Chieko aside. The beast landed on his chest, knocking him into the ground, and slashed at his face. He got his arms up in time to block the blows. Chieko struggled to her feet and rushed the creature, hitting it with the large camera case still in her grip.

For a second time, the beast ran off. Lance and Chieko quickly jumped into their car, scratched and bruised but otherwise unharmed. They peered out the windows, but this time, the beast was gone.

Lance picked up the radio to call for their emergency helicopter, which sat on standby during their vacation. Chieko, meanwhile, found a first aid kit in the glove compartment and dabbed at Lance's arm with antiseptic cream.

"What was that, Lance?" she asked, fear in her voice.

"Some kind of wild animal," John said. "It's the jungle - we should have been more careful. How's your arm?"

"It's fine," Chieko said. "But Lance... it ran on two legs. It was human!"

Lance remembered the flash of golden, iris eyes and shook his head. "No... some kind of jungle cat, that's all. We're probably in its territory."

Lance wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her close as they listened for the helicopter to arrive and take them home...

Back in the conference...

Chieko gripped the edges of the podium in a death grip, knuckles white. She breathed hard, half hunched over, blinking rapidly. A strange, growling noise grew in her throat as she turned her head away from the bright spotlight.

Her shoulder blades pushed up against the back of her skirt as the wood sides of the podium cracked in her grip. Sharp black claws ripped through the remains as she lurched backwards. The black fabric crossing her chest tore down the middle; a moment later, her bra popped off and a pair of heavy, firm breasts spilled out - covered in a deep layer of creamy white fur.

Chieko's voice deepened into a growl as her features shifted. Her nose and mouth elongated into a snarling muzzle, cracking and changing. Her hips grew broad and her bottom swelled, until her black dress split there as well. Her long lion-tail lifted into the air as she tore at the scraps of clothing, flinging them away, leaving her body nude.

Light, creamy fur covered her entire figure now. She was no longer recognizable as the diminutive, attractive Asian woman; she was now a snarling half-human, half-lion. Her long arms drooped down as she hunched over, nostrils twitching. Her round ears flicked backwards as she heard an answering growl from nearby.

The shocked crowd watched, spellbound, as a hulking lion-man bounded onto the stage. Scraps of a black suit clung to the muscular lion's frame; the rings of designer socks stayed wrapped around his ankles, though the lion-man's digitrade legs no doubt shredded the rest.

The male and female circled each other, inhaling their opposite scents. Recognition sparked in Chieko's eyes; moments later, the former Lance reacted similarly. They rushed together and embraced, their growls turning to what conference attendees would later describe as "lewd purring."

Lance's body had changed dramatically, more so even than his wife. Thick muscles rippled under his dark yellow pelt. A bushy, thick brown mane circled his lion-like face. Chieko's fingers ran through it as, between his legs, a nearly foot-long erection surged upwards, pointed at the tip and covered in small, fleshy barbs.

The male groped the female, pawing at her heavy breasts. She reached for his arousal and they tumbled to the floor in view of the entire assembly, who watched in shock as the CEO of one of the world's largest technology companies turned his half-lion wife onto her belly and mounted her from behind.

Musk spread through the air as their lovemaking began. Chieko's lewd moans and cries echoed through the dead-silent room, absolutely still save for the slap-slap-slap of the tiger-man's heavy balls.

As if awoken from a trance en-masse, the crowd leapt to its feet and surged for the exits, save for a few shell-shocked enough to remain in their seats. Chieko and Lance paid them no mind as the two lions pounded against each other, twisting and turning, humping madly, driving their bodies together as their mutual lust and heat built. Yellow pelt on cream fur, claws in manes, tails twining, the two rolled over the stage, knocking over chairs and audiovisual equipment. Their growls and moans echoed through the nearly empty chamber until Lance's deafening roar erupted from his mighty muzzle. His claws dug into his wife's hips, pinning her down, as his shaft erupted inside her.

She roared back in response, legs splayed, tail hiked, breasts flattened against the stage floor. Her claws gouged tracks into the wood as he pulled her back onto him, grinding in deeper and deeper. His thrusting resumed almost immediately and she cried out, shuddering in his paws. He leaned over and pressed is muscular chest into her smooth, feminine backside, until his muzzle found her shoulder. As his hips slapped back and forth, rougher and harder than ever, he bit down on her shoulder. She yowled and arched, cumming around his cock immediately. Her breasts jiggled up and down, nipples straining out from her near-white chest fur.

Lance's powerful legs propelled him forward as he climaxed again, even faster than the first time. A mixture of male and female juices dripped down their legs as he knelt behind her, pulling her into his chest so that his paws could reach her chest.

Sitting on his shaft, Chieko could do little but bounce and moan as he fucked her again, unrelenting in his energies, just like a real lion. She bit at his arms, claws raking down his wrists as he massaged her breasts. His rough tongue licked over her ears as their frenzied copulation continued.

It was several hours later before the two were-lions regained any sense of where - or even who - they were. Laying in a puddle of their own making, Lance woke with a start, his erection still inside his wife. He gazed down his yellow-furred arms and felt his muzzle. He looked at his wife, also waking up, and felt a stirring as she moved, making her breasts slide back and forth. His paws reached for her, holding her possessively.

Chieko growled deep in her throat and shifted her hips back, grinding herself onto her husband's thickness as his muscular arms wrapped around her.

"Do you think," she gasped, "this will affect stock prices?"