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It had been a few days since the lion's romp with the cop. Detective William Donatti was at his desk in the police station, jacket off, showing his shoulder holster, which seemed to clash with the dainty bowtie that hugged his neck snugly.

He was at the moment going over some case files, finishing up, and glanced at his wristwatch for the time. He smiled. Almost time to knock off work and head out for dinner. Nothing grand. But when you had such a trying job as William Donatti did, you found pleasure in the little things. That's when his phone rang. Not the one on his desk, but his cell phone. He slid it out of his pocket, flipped it open, and brought it to his ear.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hey William," a voice purred over the phone. The lion. "Want to meet for dinner? I want to pick your brain a little."

William sweated a little, feeling a familiar sensation stirring in his pants at the sound of the lion's voice. He managed to compose himself, though.

"Oh, uh, sure!" he said. "My break is in about..." He paused to again glance at his watch. "...fifteen minutes. Where would you like to meet?"

If the lion didn't have any suggestions, he sure did. He was fond of a small outdoor cafe near the station. He hoped Pebble answered quickly, because he wanted to be off the phone as soon as possible, lest Lieutenant Pullbrook catch him wasting time on a personal call while in the office. Pebble was quiet for a moment as he thought about it, then had an idea.

"My hotel room will do nicely. We'll order room service and then spend some time with each other."

"Oh, that sounds like fun," said William. "Sure, I'll be over as soon as I finish up here."

"Sounds great. See you in a bit, then. I'll have a menu to go. See you in a bit then." Click.

William put the phone back in his pocket. He then returned to his paperwork. Ever the dutiful worker, he didn't rush through even a bit of it in anticipation of meeting Pebble again, but gave it his due attention.

He sighed with relief when his shift ended a few minutes later, locked the papers in his desk, and rose. Sliding his jacket on to conceal his gun, he turned to Detective Victor Morissey, whose desk was across from his.

"I'm headin' off. Gonna eat out with a friend."

"A date?" Morissey inquired.

The husky badger knew his fellow detective was gay. "Maybe," William said with a wry grin. After a little more small talk with the badger, he left, and drove to the hotel in his deparment issue Dodge sedan.

~*~

Pebble was already there, waiting down in the lobby for the arrival of the squirrel. It was a pretty slow evening, with no one else downstairs except the staff at the desk. When the saw the squirrel, he zipped right on over and slipped an arm around William's shoulders as he was walking to the front desk before leaning right on over to nibble at the detective's next.

"Hey there. Looking good."

"Ah!" William cried mildly. He smiled despite being mildly startled. "Hi! Don't scare me like that." His annoyance vanished though at the neck nibble. "Mmm. Happy to see you, too..." he said wryly.

The lion offered a nod of his head and proceeded to deliver a few form nibbles right along the edge of one of William's ears and then slid a hand down to squeeze his rump through his dress pants. "Good," he said. "Glad to hear it. Let's go upstairs."

And with his hand still on the squrriel's ass, he proceeded to lead him to the elevators and on up to his room. William pondered saying something about the hand on his ass making him feel objectified, but held his tongue. He found that for some reason, he didn't mind, at least not with Pebble.

William smiled and decided to return some of the affection, turning and nuzzling at the lion's cheek, closing his eyes and allowing his tongue to slide out for a quick lick at the side Pebble's nose as they rode up the elevator.

"Why wait for supper when we can just eat here?" he jokingly suggested in a husky voice.

For a moment or two, the lion was quiet, his tail flicking to and fro behind him before he finally replied with a grin, "My dear treeclimber, you read my mind."

His hand found the emergency stop button, and William felt the elevator car lurch to a sudden halt. No sooner had they stopped than suddenly the squirrel found his clothes being whisked off. First the bowtie was undone and sent fluttering away.

Then he felt the jacket being slid off, revealing his shoulder holster and gun. Next, he felt nimble feline fingers unbuttoning his shirt from top to bottom, exposing his masculine chest. He felt his cock growing hard in his pants. The lion worked quite fast and made sure to keep the squirrel off balance so he can't prostest too much.

"Oh, hey... easy!" William managed to blurt out, mindful of the loaded gun tucked under his arm in the finely oiled leather holster. "That thing is loaded!" This was meant about the gun, but was said just as the lion started unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks...

Pebble was a quick little lion when he wanted to be and thus William found himself naked in what seemed like seconds. One moment, he'd been fully clothed. Then in a flurry of clothing he was naked and also disarmed. The Glock was handled carefully, as the lion took it, still in the holster, and placed it to one side on the floor, then scooped his arms up underneath William and lifted him off of his feet.

"Now my dear for you.."

His mind reeling, William decided that confusion and indignation could wait until later. Besides, he'd instigated this. The lion started a nibbling assault right on William's neck while slamming him hard against the rear wall of the elevator, pinning him up against it, the squirrel giving a startled little grunt. Tongue, teeth and lips all worked together to make a mess out of the squirrel's neckfur, causing William to arch his back, murring, leaning his blonde-haired head back and exposing his throat to the lion, a submissive gesture, and also one showing immense trust.

Oh yes, his confusion and indignation could wait. For now, there was only pleasure. Pebble spent a good number of minutes working away at William's neck, working it over from top to bottom 'till the squirrel's neckfur was entirely damp from his attentions. With that done, he shifted positions, and William gave a muffled grunt as he landed on the floor of the elevator and found Pebble atop him. His cock was rock-hard, and rubbed against Pebble's thigh as the lion heated the squirrel up to his desired temperature with those enticing neck-nibbles.

The lion rolled William onto his belly and lifted his rump into the air ever so slightly, one hand on both sides of his rumpcheeks, squeezing and fondling away at his tush. That feline tongue of his came into play and the lion leaned forward till he presseed his nose right up under William's tail, rubbing his tongue over the pucker up under that bushy tail.

Five long minutes pass in which the lion worked away at William's rear, licking and lapping away till the ring was completely soaking wet from his attentions. The squirrel could only writhe beneath him, occasionally groaning out in delight. William gritted his teeth and arched his back, his big, bushy tail beginning to jerk and flit madly in the air above them.

Suddenly the mouth eating him out departed, as, with a final kiss, the lion pulled away, leaving William a panting, severely aroused mess... no doubt exactly the way Pebble wanted him. He had to admit, it was the kiss to his asshole that really did it for him. It struck William as possibly the most intimate thing the lion could do to him; and in the most intimate place as well.

Catching his breath, and slightly ashamed that despite being an experienced lovemaker, the lion could get him this worked up this easily, William turned and watched over his shoulder as his companion unzipped his pants and brought out his barbed leonine cock. He turned away as he felt Pebble's broad chest against his back, and the tip of his maleness at his rear. It was time. He was ready.

Purring, Pebble placed a kiss against the back of William's head, then moved himself up, stretched his fingers outwards and squeezed at his asscheeks while pushing the tip of his cock against that ring he'd spent so much time working on. From there, the pressure was applied and the lion proceeded to carefully pry William open with an increasing amount of force until finally that barbed cockhead slipped into his lover, spreading him with around the girth.

"Uhh..." William gasped out as he felt the thickness entering him.

He wiggled beneath Pebble and moaned. He was burning up. He felt hot all over. Part of it, he knew, was the cramped confines of the elevator. But it was also something more. It was as if Pebble's attentions lit a fiery furnace hot inside of William's very being. And now the hotness of the lion's cock was sliding into him, to join its heat with William's.

Over the next ten minutes, the lion put all of his energy and effort towards fucking his squirrel. His hips moved forward in a set pattern, which sought to drive the lion's throbbing prick deep into the well of tight heat that was the squirrel's backside over and over.

At first, he simply started out with three to four inches, but as time marched on, he started working more and more cock forward into William's rump. Five inches. Six. Seven inches and then finally the last inch-and-a-half.

William Donatti's athletic body was pushed back and forth on the elevator floor by the power of the bigger feline's thrusts. A little lion was after all still more powerful than even a tall squirrel such as himself. Pebble's balls swung forward, smacking against William's own and he could be hard to growl against William's ear, his hot breath washing over the squirrel's cheekfur. He wouldn't last long at this pace and he didn't want to. Just a quick fuck to help remind his treeclimber who the boss was.

William whined and moaned and as before he felt the desire to submit, to give himself completely, creep into his mind. Although it had always been there, perhaps, ever since their first night together. It was why he hadn't put up much of a fuss when being stripped, thrown onto the floor, and now fucked.

As Pebble intended, the forceful pumping of his hips was indeed reminding him who the boss was. Even if he consciously denied it, subconsciously William realized he belonged to Pebble.

Pebble's thrusts went faster and faster 'till he felt the flames of his arousal beginning to kick up an oncoming orgasm. The soft sound of hips smacking together filled the interior of the elevator, as did the stink of sex. Finally, that burn in his loins became too much to ignore and Pebble proceeded to let out of a roar which echoed off of the walls and seemed to shake the entire elevator car, followed by stream after stream of thick lion spunk splattering against William's insides. William came not long after the lion did, groaning out and arching back as he promptly emptied his balls onto the plush carpet beneath him, his throbbing dick spasming.

The lion, now spent, panted a few times before finally settling himself on down to rest against his squirrel, dealing with post-climax haze. He was aware enough at least to reach up and depress the emergency stop button. As the pleasure wracking his brain passed, William fell limp and laid his head against the floor. He felt the car lurch again as it got moving. They were on their way up again. There was a wet squelching sound, and the squirrel groaned deeply was the lion-cock was pulled slowly from his rear.

He was pulled shakily but gently to his feet. Pebble zipped up, and then assisted William in getting dressed again. He managed to look somewhat presentable. He didn't bother with the bowtie, which he slipped into a pocket, and when the doors opened, Pebble exited and walked down the plushly-carpeted hallway followed by a weary-looking William who had his jacket in one hand and shoulder holster in the other. They left the elevator smelling of sweaty male sex with squirrel cum drying on the floor.

Pebble produced a room keycard and swiped it, and in they went.

"That was..." William said, trailing off as he entered after Pebble. He went to the bed, letting his jacket and holster fall onto it.

"Hmm?" intoned the lion questioningly as he closed and locked the door, walking over to stand behind him.

"I've never had sex in an elevator before," William managed at last. He chuckled.

"Well, now you have," said Pebble matter-of-factly. "And that was just the beginning, my darling treeclimber."

"Huh?" said William, turning to face him.

"Oh, yes," said the lion, grabbing hold of the squirrel's arms and smirking. "I'm not quite done playing with you, yet. We have all night."

William felt himself falling backwards onto the bedspread. Suddenly, the lion was on top of him, a predatory grin on his muzzle. "What about dinner?" the squirrel managed to blurt.

"I'm having dinner right now," came the answer, and then any further words from the detective were silenced as Pebble's mouth covered his own in a kiss.

~*~

Pebble awoke a half an hour after he and William had finished their second bout and gone to sleep. The lion smiled as he beheld the sleeping form of the detective beside him. He gently shook the squirrel awake. He reached over and pulled a menu off of the top of the nightstand before slipping it in front of William.

The squirrel stirred awake and suddenly found a room service menu lowered down in front of his face. He managed a weak smile.

"Oh, right," he said. "Dinner. Now I remember. Nothing like sex to work up an appetite, huh?" He perused the menu and picked some pasta and a salad to eat, indicating each wordlessly with a finger.

Pebble ordered himself a steak, medium well-done and while waiting for the food to arrive, proceeded to tease and stimulate the squrriel up under him. After all was simply fun stuff to do. He didn't move from his spot 'till finally the room service arrived and only then did the lion wrap a towel around his middle, went to go get it.

After they'd eaten, though, the lion had him again, his energy renewed by a full stomach. "Now I'm ready for the rest of the night. Come, William, let's see what you've got, dear."

Over the remainder of the night, the lion rutted the squirrel who was firmly trapped on he end of his cock. William was no layabout, but after the first three climaxes things started to blend together. Sometimes the lion mounted him and spent countless moments rutting the poor squirrel's ass, while other times he'd pull out of the squirrel and spend moments tormenting him with carefully applied nibbles and licks to his neck, chest and the bottoms of his feet. The lion knew squirrel feet well and knew how to wring every bit of pleasure out of them his claws and his tongue. A few times, William was so overstimulated that he blacked out, only to come to and find the lion nearby, drinking a glass of water or in some cases shoving that cock of his back into his ass.

By the time it was all over, William Donatti was a complete wreck, barely able to string two words together. His ass was a tingling mess and the sheets on the bed were completely sticky with seed. His head was killing him. A good thing he almost never called in sick because he was going need a day or two soaking in a hot bath to get over his experience with his new lover. He blacked out and knew no more for the rest of the night.

~*~

Slowly, William stirred, his body aching all over, his hair a mess, fur in desperate need of brushing and cleaning, matted cum seemingly all over in his fur. He felt his nose being tapped and his eyelids fluttered open.

"Hello, you," Pebble said softly.

William's eyes rolled over and looked at Pebble seemingly without comprehension. For a moment or so it was as if the sheer sense had been fucked right out of him, leaving him a mindless shell. But he was only tired and weak from a restless night in which sleep had come in short bursts where he wasn't sleeping so much as simply being unconscious. Christ, his ass hurt. It felt like he'd been fucked by a freight train.

As for Pebble, the lion's heavy cock with which he'd destroyed the squirrel's rear end all night was a mess; a gooey mess which even now the large feline was cleaning off on he bottom of William's feet and in his thick, bushy tail. "I was a little worried about you," he said. "Your breathing got a little shallow there at the end, but fortunately, you were sleeping soundly soon enough."

The lion still had most of his clothing on. He'd only unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to pull his cock out last night. Shockingly, his clothes weren't a mess.

"I..." William managed to rasp out, rolling over onto his side. He brushed back his hair and winced again, this time at the pounding headache he had. "Damn..." he said at last. "I thought that was never going to end."

For a little while, this was all he could say. Slipping off of the bed, he stumbled into the bathroom without bothering to dress, and drank some water straight from the faucet, despite there being some cups right there. His mouth was dry, and the cool water quenched his thirst magnificently. He then rose, and cupped his hands beneath the running water. He splashed it in his face, gasping, and then wetted his hair in the same manner. Dripping wet, he relieved himself in the toilet, having worked up quite the need to piss. Flushing, he groped for a towel, and gingerly dried his face and hair, before wandering back out into the room where Pebble was.

"Do you... have any aspirin or something?" he croaked softly.

The lion tossed a bottle from one of his pouches to the squirrel. "I always keep a bottle with me. You're likely just dried out. You held up well enough, however." He pulled himself upright to sit against the pillows, his cock amazingly still hard after all of that.

"Thanks," the squirrel said. It was in reply both to the asked-for bottle of aspirin, and to the compliment that he had held out well.

He popped two tablets into his mouth and dry-swallowed them, throat bobbing with a low gulp. He set the pouch aside and then came over and sat on the other side of the bed, leaned back, and flumped down, burying his aching head against the cool pillow, heedless of the smell of sweat and dried cum that permeated the entire bed. After a moment, he was relaxed, and the pounding in his head wasn't as bad. He looked over at Pebble.

"You're still hard after all that?" he asked. His voice was still hoarse and low, barely a whisper. "You're like a machine."

His own cock was flaccid. He'd lost track of how many times the lion's powerful thrusts had brought him to orgasm, but, virile though he was, William had his limit, and Pebble had surpassed it at least a half an hour ago. He was in awe that the feline was still erect.

Pebble reached on over to slide a finger up the back of William's spine, carressing and stroking the squirrel. "Yup!" he said cheerily. "I work out. What can I say? Sex is like anything. You work at it, you get better. And we lions don't last long, but we can deliver."

William frowned a little. He worked out, too, off and on, and considered himself in decent shape. Besides, his job called for him to be in good physical condition. And yet he hadn't been able to go as long as the lion had. The naked squirrel stretched out with a low groan and rolled over so he was facing Pebble.

"Well, at any rate, you were beyond incredible." He was slowly finding his voice again. Still hoarse, but talking a little louder, more sure of himself. "If I wanted to be horribly cliched, I'd say something like 'You rocked my socks,' or 'The earth moved,' or something like that. Frankly, that was the wildest sex I've had since college."

"That's my job," the lion stated. "It's to get you to let go of your desires, your need to be in control and just take you for a ride, to get you to submit. It's hard for you, because you don't often feel safe enough to submit to anyone. Jeff caught you off guard, but he can't give you what I can."

The squirrel raised an eyebrow at this very matter-of-fact statement. "Oh? And what is it that you can give me? If it's more of the same mind-blowing screwing we just got done doing... well, Jeff's no slouch in that department. He's gone for about as long as you before a few times. But then again, he's a rabbit. And young. Full of energy."

He smiled wistfully as he thought back to his aforementioned college days. "I used to be like that. Even when I was younger, of course, I couldn't hope to compete with a rabbit in his prime, but my God, I was positively full of energy!" He chuckled and looked the lion up and down. "But somehow I doubt that you aren't talking about just energetic sex."

He remembered vividly the vision he'd experienced, of the primitive squirrel and lion, and of the sudden, overwhelming desire to submit...

Pebble idly placed a foot against William's side and stroked over the squirrel's flank with his feline toes. "I thnk you already know what I can give you, Will. I don't really need to spell it out for you. It's up to you if you want it."

William mumbled a little, enjoying the feeling of the foot stroking against him. He reached down and cupped Pebble's sole, stroking his ankle with his thumb, smiling as he gazed at the feline directly across from him. Scooting over a bit closer, his headache now down to a dull throb, he gently kissed the lion on the lips.

"Mm. I'll think about it. I don't like making split decisions. Again, Jeff notwithstanding." He hoped Pebble understood, and wasn't offended. "But I will say this. I enjoyed it. And not just for the sheer pounding you gave me. I had this weird feeling come over me. It was like you said, about letting go. I just... gave in and let you do whatever you wanted to me. I think that's what made it so great. I think it may have even made it... more than just sex." He shook his head. "I dunno..."

Pebble nodded. "All right, take as much as time as you need. Really. I'm in no rush and it's all right to take a little time." He kissed William back. "So, you got a lot on your mind lately. Why not share it with me. Maybe I can help."

So, the squirrel thought, this was what Pebble had meant about picking his brain.

"Well, got a few tough cases," William said. "One in particular that's sticking in my craw is one double murder, and one triple murder, both on the same night. My lieutenant, scumbag that he is, doesn't think they're connected. Two of the victims are pretty high profile. One's Ko Dan. I dunno if you've heard of him. Chinese national of Vietnamese descent. Big into real estate. The other... well, I can't tell you who they are. They're related to someone pretty high profile and he wants us to keep a lid on it, considering the, um, circumstances under which the victim died."

He was speaking of course of Mayor Slatterly's son. He was amazed at how easily all this was flowing out of him. He didn't usually discuss his work with Jeff. The rabbit usually had to coax William quite a bit. He gave a little shrug.

"Anyway, I'm not investigating that one anymore. The Lieutenant gave it to Smillie, and assigned me to some missing-persons case instead."

The lion listened rather intently the whole time, nodding. "I see. Sounds like a real mess. Tell me about the missing-persons case."

"Okay. I can give you this kid's name, too, since he's classified as missing and any information blah blah blah..." William coughed and adjusted himself in the bed, snuggling a little closer. "Okay, so, get this. Fernald J. Smithers - what a name, huh? - is one of those door-to-door have-you-found-Jesus types that always ring your bell when you're in the middle of doing something, trying to sell Bibles or whatever. I'm not exactly what you'd call a churchgoer so I'm not sure what it is he does, except that he goes door to door and peddles his religion. Anyway, one day, he doesn't come home. He's been missing for about two weeks now. It's a fucked up case. His pastor noticed he didn't come back that night but didn't inform the parents. Turns out he just didn't give too much of a fuck. The Smithers family noticed their son was missing, of course, that very night, and they enlisted the services of the us. Nyder - that's the pastor - proved pretty useless except to give us the route young Fernald had taken.

"We searched this route and found his car, apparently abandoned, and only the people living on one side of the street seemed to have spoken to him. Nobody on the opposite side recognized his picture or seemed to remember talking to him. So whatever happened to him, happened before he'd completed his little circuit and returned to his car. He seems to have pretty much just vanished into thin air."

Pebble perked up at this information, reaching over to slide his tablet out of its carrying case. He thumbed it on and began tapping in all of the information. "I see," he said. "Well, maybe I'll look into it and see what I can find. My days are pretty slow."

"What? You?" William sat up, blinking. "Uh... well, we appreciate any help we can get, but... I'm unsure if it's exactly wise for me to let you go hunting for this kid yourself."

He was regretting telling Pebble now. Not only was he concerned the lion might get hurt, but whether he found the boy alive or dead, he was worried a civilian investigating might corrupt the chain of evidence, and the culprit, if there was one, might get off.

Pebble smileed. "Dear, you are sweet, but I can take care of myself. If I find out anything major, I'll call you and let you know. Besides, you know the rule about kidnapping cases at this level. Poor kid is likely already a bag of bones somewhere, but still. Trust me."

"I... eh, all right. And yeah that's true. Anyway, if you really want to look into this yourself, I can provide you with his photo and his home address." He smiled. "I have the case file in my car."

"Thanks, babe." And with that, the lion placed a kiss right on the squirrel's nose. "We better get you home, and I better get moving, myself."

"All right. What time is it, anyway?" William fumbled and found his digital wristwatch and turned on the glow-in-the-dark feature. "Wow. We went all night almost. Sheesh."

He got up and hurriedly dressed himself as quickly as he could given how sore he was. He was definitely going to call in sick today. Pullbrook could go fuck himself. He was in no condition to work on any cases after what Pebble had done to him.

"I'll drive you back to Maxi's, okay?" he offered.

"Sounds good to me," said Pebble. "You've got my name and number. I'll see you soon." With that, he grabbed his stuff and headed out the door with William.

William went with Pebble downstairs and they drove back to Maxi's together in his Dodge sedan, where he dropped him off after giving him the Smithers case file. After departing, he returned home, went into his apartment, and called the department. He had a sore throat and wouldn't be coming in today. After that, he spent the next hour or so soaking languidly in the tub. A hot bath did wonders for him now. After getting out and drying off, he went straight to bed without even bothering to put any underwear on.