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Pebble's Lessons

Stepping off of the bus with a backpack slung over his shoulder, the lion turned his head from side to side. The fading sunlight on the horizon lit up the edge of the city well enough, and he could make out the logo of his hotel in the distance. The shining half-moon was as good as a compass point for him, and he sighed to himself.

"You know where to go from here?"

The charcoal gray lion turned his head. He smiled at the bull driver, and shrugged.

"I can figure it out."

"Sure?"

"Don't worry about me."

"Well, okay."

The bull waited for a minute before shutting the bus doors. Chugging and puffing smoke as it started up again, the bus drove on and left him alone. Pebble didn't mind. After all, he wanted to be alone. A fresh start required nothing less.

He walked down the sidewalk, using the moon logo as a guide to his destination. It was a little rough to his bare feet, but the warmth coming off of the pavement was better than the ridged metal on the bus floor. Small mercies, he supposed, as he endured the gazes of the other people walking around.

They looked at him with something between puzzlement and curiosity, and a few even had sympathy in their eyes. He avoided them, stepping to the side as they walked by him. It was something he was a bit used to, and another reason that he had come out here rather than stay back home. His height - barely an inch past five feet - made him look a little more like a child than he was comfortable with, particularly considering his hobbies. Oh, there were some interested in that, but he didn't want that kind of attention, not anymore.

A rather large horse gave him another look he was familiar with, a lusty one, and he saw the way that the equine was starting to grope at himself.

"Not this time."

Pebble shook his head as he fought the urge to cross to the other side of the street. It would have been the best way to avoid a confrontation, admittedly, but it wasn't the way to keep things from happening. If he was here to make a start, then he needed to show that he wasn't going to be fucked with right from the very beginning.

Rather than walking around the horse, he walked into his arm. He had to really shove with his side and shoulders, but he managed to knock the other male out of the way. The stallion stumbled, almost falling against one of the shop windows before catching his balance. He reached out, trying to grab the lion, but Pebble danced out of the way just in time.

"Hey, boy, don't be so uptight."

"Don't assume that I want that."

He nodded towards the bulge in the stallion's pants, shaking his head before turning around. He half expected the horse to chase after him and demand an explanation - or worse, force something - but the stallion just walked on. The lion shook his head again. Just one of the perverts, not one of the rapists, he thought to himself.

Maybe he was getting a little too paranoid about that, but after what happened to him last time, he really didn't want to get into a situation like that again. It would be even more difficult to get out of this time and he didn't think he'd be able to find someone as willing to patch him up again if he screwed up.

The hotel was warm as he stepped through the front doors. The bellman looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but didn't say anything, for which he was grateful. He walked around a few of the lingering guests and made his way to the front desk. An immaculately groomed leopard turned from his console and looked down, his hands clasped on the desk.

"Yes, sir? Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm checking in here for a few months."

The leopard raised an eyebrow and Pebble sighed. It wasn't enough that he looked like a kid, he supposed, but he looked like a poor one, too. His clothes were a little ragged from the bus trip, but considering that it had been a multi-day trip - and considering that he'd tried to get a little 'practice' in on the bus ride - that was understandable. Jeans, particularly the tight ones that he wore, were sturdy but they weren't that sturdy. Being barefoot and wearing a blank white shirt - not even one that buttoned up - probably didn't help.

"What is the reservation name?"

"Pebble."

"I...see. Ah, yes, we have a Mr. Pebble here, but -"

"That's me."

"Ah, sir, I have to say -"

"Nothing. You don't have to say anything." He put the credit card he'd brought on the desk. "Here. Let me get my ID, too."

The leopard nodded a little too quickly for his comfort, but Pebble didn't let it show on his face. He pulled his wallet out and produced his ID card, passing it across the desk. The other feline looked at it, eyes darting between the picture to him and back again, and Pebble knew that the clerk was checking the age and seeing if he could believe it.

Eventually he put the card down and nodded his head. He reached into one of the desk drawers and pulled out a keycard, ran it through a scanner, and finally handed it over.

"Here you are, everything seems to be in order. Do you know when you'll be checking out, sir?"

"I'm afraid not. I'll let you know when I know. Until then, keep the charges running on the card."

"Very well, sir."

He turned away. According to the paper wrapped around the card, his room was on the first floor. That was his preference; it made it easier to have guests if he wanted them, and they could enter and leave quickly without waiting in line at the elevator and having questions asked.

It was even close by, he found. The door to his room was barely three down from the lobby itself. It was going to be a bit noisy at times, but he could take that. He slipped inside and threw his backpack onto the bed before shutting the door behind him. As soon as he finished locking it, he stepped into the middle of the room and took a look at what the credit payment was getting him.

Something clean, he was happy to see. The bedsheets were freshly turned down and the bed was made, and the air didn't smell of anything dirty or filthy. The queen size bed was big enough for two - thank god - and there was a lamp, a phone, a few outlets, and a desk. The last two would be nice when he had the money to get a laptop and keep that in here, but for now it was just a little extra furniture. The carpeting was nice, too, he thought as he walked over to one of the beds. It didn't bother his feet, and he knew that it would be comfortable to walk on during his stay here.

The bed was nicely springy too, and he could tell that it was used to supporting more than one person. He smiled a bit to himself. That would be tested later.

He reached for the phone, calling up information.

"Information desk, how can I help you?"

"Hello. I was hoping you could tell me the location of a good club."

#

The Collar was, to put it bluntly, well named. Besides having a looping building that circled back on itself and surrounded the main room with a long circular hallway, most of the other guys going in were either wearing a collar or being led around by one. The club pulled no punches, didn't hide who it catered to, and Pebble found it a little amusing when the guard at the door actually looked more confused at his lack of collar or leash than the age his altered license showed.

Even the main room was surprisingly open, even more so than the one back home. From the door in, he could see that most straight people would be staying well away from this place, at least if they were guys. The center of the room had a raised podium like some clubs did, but rather than a DJ or a band, they had strippers up there. Men that were not too much bigger than him strutted around the poles, wearing skimpy little thongs and waving their asses at the guys around them. Sometimes, one of the collared people on the dance floor would be shoved up, made to dance for a little while before leaping back down. Sometimes they were pulled down by their leash holder when they were bored, other times they leaped down when they were called. Either way, the act remained varied.

Pebble adjusted himself in his jeans as he walked across the dance floor. Lit panels buzzed under his toes as he stayed to the edge of the crowd, surveying it to see if there was anyone else unclaimed out there. Much as he wanted to have a bit of fun, the last thing he needed was for one of the dominants to get mad at him and start a fight.

It wasn't that hard to pick the subs out from the doms. They walked around with a different attitude, and when they started looking around they had a different way of looking at people. Oh, the hunger was there, but it was a teasing delight, a twinkle in the eye that was designed to grab a dominant guy's attention and pull him over. It was a familiar look; he used to use it all the time before he gave up on that life.

Surprisingly, a good number of them looked like him. Not that they were lions, or even all felines, but they shared that same slender build that he'd cultivated for years, that same rounded rump that made their pants stretch at the back. A lot of their tricks were familiar as well, putting themselves on display without coming right out and doing something for their audience. They were experienced teases, he could see that much.

One of them, a fairly attractive otter twink, got his attention by swaying along the room and wearing little more than a latex speedo. Admittedly, that was more than some of the guys were wearing - hell, there were guys dancing with their cocks out and others with their asses exposed - but it was still a very sexy sight. The way that he lingered on his toes with each step only made him more desirable to the lion, given the way it showed him off from waist to toes.

He smiled as he walked around the crowd, intercepting the otter between the bar and the denser part of the crowd. Sliding around the river rat, he grabbed his prey by the hip and spun him around in a smooth motion, bringing them chest to chest. A slight growl vibrated in his chest as he grinned at the otter.

"Mmm, hello there. Quite the tight rump you're showing off."

"Sorry, hon, that's only for the big boys."

"Oh, you haven't even seen big yet."

The otter chuckled. He was taller than the lion, and he actually patted Pebble on the head.

"Oh, but I have, and it's not you. Try again with someone else, sweetie, or come back in a few years when you're taller."

The river rat slid away as Pebble stared with his mouth open. The otter even had the nerve to throw an extra sway to his hips for a few steps before stepping back into the dancing mass. In seconds, he was wrapped in the arms of a large tiger, one that loomed over him rather than the other way around.

He even had the nerve to wink when the tiger wasn't looking, taunting him with his choice for the night. Growling deeper, the lion shook his head and turned to the bar. Maybe a little time sitting would give him a clearer head and he could try for someone else.

Even there, though, he was surrounded by people that were bigger than him. Most of the males topped him by at least half a foot, and when a mouse was able to look down at him, then he had a small problem. The growl never really faded, only grew more muted. His chest still thrummed with his frustration, and it got worse as he watched various subs getting paired up with the open doms. Worse, with the doms that had pets on a leash and carried a second one along with them. He saw threesomes, foursomes, and more following behind a single master, to the point where it was almost ridiculous.

Despite his anger, he didn't bother getting himself a drink. The last thing he needed now was alcohol, considering how it would only make him angrier, and he didn't need to be thrown out of this place already. The next nearest club was twice as far away, and he didn't have the time to be going there and back every day. At least, not yet.

Eventually he got up from the bar, trying his luck with a few more subs. He tried different moves, from the more aggressive grope-and-grab, to the casual chat up, to the almost desperate offer to buy them a drink.

Nothing worked. The slender twinks rebuffed him with a chuckle and a tease, and the bigger guys gave him a simple look and a shrug before going back to what they were doing. The nicer ones at least gave him a grope back, but even they said that he was just a bit too twinky for their tastes. Not one sub seemed interested in having a good top, not when they were smaller and didn't have the muscle to carry off their attitude.

He was about to give up when he noticed a rat on the edge of the dance pack. He was unclaimed and dressed fairly well, and despite being taller than a good number of the doms around him, he was treating them surprisingly kindly.

Pebble watched him for a while, nursing at a cup of water as he did. The rat didn't have the same slutty outfits as the river rat and most of the others had worn. Instead, he had a decent looking suit - nothing flashy, just classy - and walked around in a way that showed off his body without having that exaggerated sway that most of the eager guys on the floor were showing off. He was barefoot too, which was a nice touch, the lion thought. He spent a few minutes watching that alone.

One thing was clear, however. Just like he didn't seem to have much luck with attracting subs with his height, the rat wasn't attracting any real doms with his attitude. They wanted to see someone showing off, and he didn't see the rodent doing that at all. In fact, if he hadn't been nearly desperate, he wouldn't have thought about him at all.

Debating for a second to pass him over, Pebble got a little jolt from his cock. It was tired of being teased from all the hot bodies around here and wanted him to do something about it. Tonight, a hand just wasn't going to do, not when he was this riled up.

"Well, beggars can't be choosers, I guess."

He got up from the bar, resisting the urge to dance across the floor. Old habits died hard, though, and his legs twitched at the urge to dance to the beat. He shook his head, squelching the desire as he walked up to his prey.

The rat looked down at him by a considerable margin, but Pebble wasn't intimidated. He held out his hand and smiled.

"A barefooted rat with no one to talk to. Why don't you let me fix that? I'm Pebble, by the way."

"I'm Sollon. It's good to meet you."

He was a little surprised at the rat's way of speaking. It had the same sort of clipped tone that a high bred person might use, the kind that was usually instilled in prep schools and other places of 'breeding' throughout the country. Interesting, he thought as they shook hands.

"You too. I noticed that you were turning down a lot of people."

"I already have my obligations. I'm looking for a night of simple fun."

"Oh are you?"

"Yes. There are certain loyalties I can't break, but I am allowed to come here for a little 'fun' during my free time." He paused. "My enforced free time."

"Hmmm, is that so? And what sort of fun are you looking for, Sollon?"

"Would you prefer bluntness or a more teasing answer, sir?"

A slight smile curled at the edges of the lion's mouth. Someone had already gotten to this rat, and they'd done a decent job with him.

"I always prefer a blunt answer."

"Then the answer is I'd like to have my ass fucked until I can barely walk, and then leave in the morning."

"Oh, really?" He smiled, patting the rat on the back. "Well, I think I can help you there. I have a hotel room, and no need to collar anyone."

"Then, sir, what are we waiting for?"

#

They got back to the hotel room as fast as their feet could carry them. Pebble was more eager than he cared to admit, his jeans actually making his sheath hurt from how much they squeezed him, but the rat showed little in terms of emotion or eagerness. A part of him wondered if it was really the best idea to bring someone so blank to his room for the night, but he needed a bit of fun and he wasn't going to turn the first person to go along with him down.

Passing through the lobby in a blur, he unlocked the hotel room and gestured for Sollon to enter. He followed and locked the door with one hand, reaching down to his crotch with the other and undoing the button of his jeans.

"I assume that sir has lube or something similar?"

"You'll find it in the backpack. Get it out and get yourself lubed up."

Sollon nodded. As the rat stripped out of his suit, the lion remained by the door. He brought his zipper down and tugged at his briefs, allowing his sac and his sheath out at the same time. His fingers rubbed at the skin, gently encouraging his cock to slide out. It was already leaking, already letting out his musk, and he groaned softly as he got a good grip on himself.

He kept the strokes slow as his shaft hardened, pacing himself as he watched the rat take off his clothes. He was lean, but it wasn't simple thinness. Along his arms and his chest there was a significant amount of muscle blending into his brown fur, enough to make him realize that the rat kept himself in better shape than most. Sollon was casual about it, not flexing the way that males proud of their body might, not even showing off. All he did was fold his shirt and jacket, putting it down on the bed before reaching down to his pants.

The rat's sac was bigger than the lion had expected, but he supposed that was part of being a rodent. They were bigger than a lot of species in the jewels, but not so much in the rod. Sollon's sheath was full, with a bit of pink showing at the tip, but he hadn't let it out just yet.

"Heh, aren't you a little horny, rat?"

"I am, but I have self-control, sir."

"Let's see if I can make you lose that."

"I hope you can, sir."

As the rat folded up his pants with the same meticulous care he'd taken with his shirt and jacket, his long tail reached out and grabbed the bottle of lube. Turning it upside down, Sollon reached back with one hand and squirted the thick, gooey stuff onto his palm. With practiced motions, he reached under his tail. One finger, then a second slid into his hole, and he fingered himself at just the right angle to make it loud, wet slaps filling the hotel room as the rat got himself nice and wet.

Despite the obvious practice the rat had at this, Pebble grinned. The others had missed out on quite the partner for the night. Whoever had grabbed the rat's loyalty had obviously picked well, and they'd trained him just as well. Maybe he could find a way to steal the rodent, if he could prove himself a bit better.

By now his own cock had gotten as hard as it could, the tip flaring with his barbs as he stroked himself. He stroked his fingers down them, pushing them down for a moment before letting them spring back up. Little shivers of pleasure ran down his spine at the sensation, and he grinned as he walked forward.

He brushed Sollon's hands away from his hole, turning the rat around and pushing him down to his knees. His cock lay over the rat's nose, and he saw the rat's sheath twitch slightly at the scent.

"I think it's time for you to give my cock a taste. Don't be shy, give it a few licks."

"Yes, sir."

The rat leaned forward, his muzzle opening just enough to allow the head of the lion's cock into his mouth. He was surprisingly talented, the lion biting his lip for a second before he let himself enjoy it. The rat's tongue rolled over his barbs in a gentle but firm way, obviously experienced with feline cocks.

Pebble pushed his hips forward slightly, rubbing his cock along his prey's tongue. The tightness of the rodent's lips added a lot, a trick that any experienced submissive learned quickly. He panted, pulling his cock back out of the rat's mouth.

"Who is your master?"

"I cannot say."

"Not even for me?"

"Not even for my master of the night, I'm afraid."

Shaking his head, Pebble pushed his cock back into the rat's mouth. Well, if he wouldn't say, then he'd just enjoy the sex, and the rat seemed good enough at that, he supposed. He closed his eyes, enjoying the bobbing motions of the rat's head as Sollon took more of his cock into his mouth. Slender fingers rubbed his thighs, stroking his muscles as the rodent sucked in more and more, taking him all the way to the hilt.

The feeling of the rat swallowing around the end of his cock was an unexpected pleasure. He'd done it to enough men earlier in life, but he'd never known just how good that feeling was. No wonder they started groaning all the time when he did that and demanding it all the time. It felt damn good.

He pulled back after a minute, grinning at the rat. His cock bobbed up and down, and he wasn't the only one turned on either. A quick look down confirmed that Sollon's cock was out of his sheath already, and the rat's controlled face was slightly red, like a half-hidden blush.

"Mmmm, are you starting to lose control, rat?"

"No, sir. I am doing what you wish for you to enjoy it."

The rat seemed determined to take some of the fun out of it. He shook his head as he nudged the rodent's sheath with a toe. A little grunt there, but the bit of pre leaking out of the rat's cock at the lion's touch was enough to get him to smile.

"You have had that fun before."

"Yes, sir."

"How often?"

"Enough, sir."

He narrowed his eyes. The rodent was getting more and more evasive with his answers, and it was starting to annoy him. He would not brook this sort of defiance.

Sollon grunted as the lion pushed forward, knocking the rat onto his back. He stood with one foot on the ground and the other on the rodent's swollen cock, rubbing it with his toes. Leaning forward, he arched an eyebrow at the other male. Putting a bit more weight on the other's cock, he forced himself to smile.

"It seems you need a reminder of who is in charge, rat. You are the one that wanted their ass fucked, and I'm going to do that. But only if you're a good little rodent and actually do what I say. Do you understand me?"

The rat nodded.

"Good. Then why don't you tell me how much you've been teased by another's feet?"

"That would be approximately 300 times in the last three months, sir."

Three hundred was a far higher number than he'd been expecting, and Pebble whistled under his breath.

"I take it that you enjoy that."

"I do, sir. As does my employer."

"Your employer?"

"That would be one of the loyalties that I mentioned, sir."

"And who is that?"

"I cannot say, sir. It would be breaking faith."

Damn the rodent, he thought to himself. His curiosity was starting to pique, and that was going to bother him for weeks. Even if he could get all the fun he wanted tonight, he doubted that it would be as good as it would have otherwise been. He wanted to know what in the world was going on, but if he pushed the rat much further, he might just walk out and the lion would need to get another partner for the night. He wasn't going back to the club now, not when he'd already been humiliated this much tonight.

He pointed to the bed, watching as his submissive scurried over to it. As soon as Sollon was on all fours on top of the bed, the lion pulled himself up behind him. His cock throbbed as it rubbed between fuzzy ass cheeks, slicker near the hole and drawing him towards it.

Sollon's tail was as well trained as the rest of him, sweeping to the side as soon as the lion got into position. Nodding his approval, Pebble got a good grip on the rat and slowly pushed forward. The lube helped, but he could tell that the rat hadn't had a real fucking in a while. Most likely his 'employer' had kept him just open enough to avoid pain rather than getting a good fuck for this rodent. Probably for the best, he thought, particularly if Sollon's 'employer' wanted to prostitute his rat to people.

A small grunt was the only reaction he got out of his rat as he pushed through, his cock head slipping inside of the tight ass. He hissed at the feeling of the hot hole around his cock, shaking his head as he tried to get control back. A small part of him was all too excited at the feeling of actually topping someone else rather than being the one on the bottom for once, and it wanted to go all out right from the start. It wanted to hump and cum and leave the rat throbbing and frustrated.

That wasn't what he was going to do, he thought as he squelched the over-eager part of himself. The mark of a real master wasn't how much he denied a submissive, but how much they could get the submissive to come back for more. No submissive - except pain sluts, he supposed - came back to an abusive master willingly. There were far better ways to ensure loyalty.

He took it slow, sliding his barbed cock down the rat's hole and slowly filling it up. He could feel it tightening around him, milking him, but he chuckled instead of moaning.

"Those barbs are good, aren't they?"

"T-they are, sir."

"Oh, was that a stutter?"

"Perhaps, sir."

The rat had gotten himself under control again quickly, but it was a sign that he could be broken. He obviously liked the barbs, obviously enjoyed the feeling of them inside his body. Pebble could already feel the rat's hole tightening where it was scraped by the bumps, and he smirked as he pulled back, raking the insides of the rodent's hole.

The bitten off moan was all he needed to hear. Pebble's eyes glittered as he grabbed hold of his slut's hips more firmly, pulling the rodent back against him. Not even bothering to move himself, he dragged the rat's hole up and down his cock, angling each slide to make sure that his barbs scraped over the sensitive insides of the slut's ass. He felt the twitches, the tightening, and he grinned to himself as the rat obviously bit off moans. The little shivers of pleasure running down the other male's spine was enough to make him moan.

This was the thrill he missed, the thrill that he got from being a sub and the thrill that he could still get as a top. Making the other person moan, making them pant in need, getting them to beg for more and more; that was something that he was damn good at, and it was something that he could do from either end.

Hips bucking slowly, he dragged the subby rodent into each thrust, pulling him back only to hump forward, bit by bit sheathing his cock into the rat. He grinned, his jaws locked together in a contented smile, and listened.

The moans came quickly, the rat soon panting against the bed. Fingers tightened on the sheets and he gasped for breath as the lion's black cock opened his ass up. Each time the barbs scraped him, each time they rasped against him, he squeezed down tight to feel them more. Pebble felt each and every one of those twitches, and he could smell the building need of the rat's cock, could smell the musk dripping out of it as his anal assault continued to drive the rodent crazy.

The body never lied, and the rat's was no exception. He wanted this so badly, and when he started pushing back, Pebble knew that he had hooked the other male. Allowing the rat to gain the pleasure that he wanted, he let Sollon push back a few times, but before he could actually go over the edge he grabbed the rat again.

"Mmmph...I...wha..."

"I made you lose control."

"...Yes, sir, you did."

"And I'm going to do it again."

"..."

Despite the rat's silence, Pebble knew his secret now. He knew what the rat needed, and he gave it to him.

For a half hour he humped the slut, ramming him open with his cock all the way to the base. Sollon quaked under him, shuddering and shaking in need, and it didn't take him long to go over the edge. He came twice while being fucked, each time shaking and panting in his pleasure, and each time driven hard again in seconds. The drops of pre became ropes of cum on the bed, and Pebble groaned as he fought to keep control of himself, to drive the rat to one more orgasm.

It wasn't in him, however, and five minutes after the rat's second he had his first. The lion growled deep, biting down on the rodent's shoulder in instinct. He tasted blood under his teeth and felt the rat seize up, his hole tightening around the lion's gushing shaft. It only served to make him cum harder, faster, and soon he'd emptied himself in the rat.

They stayed like that, one on top of the other, for nearly five more minutes before Pebble moved again. He couldn't quite suppress the shivers of pleasure he got as his cock slipped out of the rat's ass, but he hid it behind a chuckle.

"Was that as good as you hoped, Sollon?"

"I will admit, sir, that it was better."

"Good, now - what are doing?"

Sollon was off the bed, pulling his pants back on and shoving his arms into the sleeves of his shirt and jacket. The rat looked back with a slightly puzzled look.

"What are you doing? You just came twice."

"That is all I needed, and all that I had time for. My employer will require my services soon, whether he knows it or not."

"And the fact that I got one and you got two?"

"That, sir, is entirely your own choice. Perhaps you will choose differently with your next bedmate."

The rat stood up, bowing at the waist before walking out of the room. Pebble watched his departure with disapproval before laying back on his bed. Kicking the top blanket off of the bed so he wasn't laying in cum, he looked up at the ceiling and pondered what the rodent had said.

As infuriating as it was to have the rodent serving someone else like this, the lion had to admit that it would be what he'd prefer if he actually took a submissive as a more serious thing. That loyalty was difficult to establish, and it would be a hell of a betrayal if they just bent their knee to someone else. Sex was one thing - though he wasn't sure if he could be that open to let his subs go to other masters - but the other loyalty...he shook his head. He could see it as a good thing, even if he was a bit annoyed now.

Fondling his cock, he thought about the inequality of orgasms. Admittedly he had been focusing more on the pleasure of his sub over himself, which he didn't regret at all. But again, the rat was right. If he wanted to have more pleasure for himself, then he needed to set that as a ground rule from the start rather than expecting a submissive to read his mind about it.

Then again, the rat could have told him about having to be somewhere else rather than leaving that to the last minute. He grumbled under his breath as his fingers flicked over the barbed tip of his cock, sliding along the slick cum left over his shaft.

Almost reluctantly, he pulled his hand back from his cock. He didn't want to go too crazy on the first night, and there would always be other days when he could go to the club and try again. After all, things wouldn't be that difficult every night, he was sure. It was just a bad crowd for his first night, and he'd be able to find people that were more open to smaller doms as time went on.

#

A pair of bulls cornered him in the back of the club, their hands on their cocks and on him. They fondled his ass, pulling him in close and whispering that he should be their slut for the night. They talked about how he should be bending over and taking it instead of pretending to be a real ass pounder like they were. The feelings that they stirred were almost tempting, but the memories from the monster were still fresh, the feelings of being abused too strong.

He almost got thrown out of the club, but the bulls left bleeding from lion claws to their face, and a bite to one's arm...

#

A trio of otters turned him down, and a quintet of ferrets did the same. Even the ones that were smaller than him were too dismissive of his body to give him a chance. He'd been laughed right off the dance floor by a fucking stag, for heavens sake. He drowned his sorrows at the bar, the end of the first week looking particularly grim...

#

He fucked the lizard into the bed, his cock slamming between those scaly, rounded cheeks as hard as he could drive himself forward. Moans and musk filled the air as he used the lizard, more for his own personal need than for anything else. There was no pleas for mercy from the scaly creature, no squirming or desperate grabs for its own cock. No, it just wanted to be used, just wanted to be fucked and filled, and that he was more than happy to do. He growled, lifting the lizard off of the bed and biting his shoulder as his cock spilled his load, filling that tight hole to capacity and beyond...

#

Some small success, a bunny worshiping his body from the feet up. A slut from the club that everyone had fucked, but it was a start, a start for some real respect and worship that a dom needed to feel. He groaned as the rabbit's tongue flicked over his toes before starting to work its way up his legs, smirking down at the rabbit's body and looking at those feet in the air. Perhaps he'd start using those tonight as well as the slut's ass...

#

"So, you're sure the tests say that?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Pebbles. I'm astonished that nobody told you that you had chimera blood before."

"They would have known?"

"They should have."

The fox doctor shrugged as the lion let the information settle into his mind. It was hard to conceive that it might be true, but he'd heard enough about other chimera bloods that he knew what it would mean. Anyone who had chimera blood and had it remain dormant would have difficulty ever actually growing into their full size, and for someone that had actively tried to remain as twinky as he had before the incident...Well, it explained things.

A few needles were laid on a tray near him, and he blinked.

"What are you doing?"

"Just getting some medicines ready."

"Medicines for what?"

"Well, that's up to you."

Pebble gestured for the doctor to go on.

"Well, chimera blood has several stages. Dormant, active, and dead. Right now, yours is dormant, but due to recent events it has been stirred up. Some sort of trauma or stress would have gotten it working to keep you alive, though not to the degree that it might have if it were fully awake."

"Yes...stress..."

"Anyway, at the moment there are several procedures that we can do. The first one would be to nullify the chimera DNA that you have in you, to bring it down and kill it. This would probably keep your lion features fully balances and it might bring about a bit more growth for you rather than leaving you..."

"Childlike?"

"I was going to say stunted."

"Huh. I like yours better."

"Anyway, killing the blood will definitely keep you more lion than anything else, but you don't have much of a chance to grow bigger or gain any more height or muscle than you have right now. The other option, activating the DNA in you, has a few risks to go with it as well, but the benefits are things that you might enjoy."

"And those would be?"

"Immense growth, for one. You'd go from your current height to at least six feet, if not even taller. Those with a touch of that blood tend to be much taller than average species, and you can count on building muscles much easier. The downsides, of course, are there. You have a decent likelihood of not being pure lion anymore, and having a few more features to your body that you might not be so agreeable to. It really depends on how much blood becomes active, honestly, but you could grow spikes or other features along your body as a result.

"Of course, the choice is yours. I can't really recommend it one way or the other."

It was a pretty unique decision. Pebble looked down at his hands, at his body on the examination table. It was the only one that he'd ever known, and he'd been happy with it for most of his life. His curvy rump and his smaller size had been ideal for getting the tops when he was interested in them, and there were a few people at the Collar that were starting to get used to his smaller size. Over the last month, he'd started getting a fuck more nights than not when he went there, and even the pity fucks - the few that there were - were still alright enough for one night stands.

On the other hand, there were still the sluts that looked down on him - literally - just because they were bigger than him. There would always be those subs that would never go with him, or anyone else, if they were smaller. He had the chance to turn himself into a big muscle stud here, and that was nothing but an advantage to someone that wanted to be a dom. Size attracted subs easily, and for that matter...

He clenched his fist. If he had the bigger body, he could actually strike back at the bad doms out there. He'd seen several subs at the Collar that had the marks of abuse and pain on them, and he knew what they were going through. As he was, there was nothing he could do. As a lion with chimera blood, however, there was a chance that he could pull something off, do something that would bring them a little peace for a change.

"Do it."

"Which, sir?"

"Wake the chimera."

"The DNA, you mean."

"If that's what you prefer to hear."

He laid down as the doctor prepared the needle, drawing the medicine into the chamber and moistening a part on the lion's upper arm.

"This isn't going to be one treatment, you know. You'll need to come in and make an appointment for a fair few of these."

"I understand, doctor. Please, let's get this started."

The fox shrugged, jamming the needle into the lion's arm. It sunk in easily, and he felt the heat of the medicine spreading through him in seconds. A deep growl slipped from his throat at the feeling, but he grinned despite himself. This was a new change for his life, and he had a feeling it would be a good one.

#

The needles slid through his fur, puncturing his skin from head to toe. Injection after injection to awaken the blood of the chimera in him, and each one burned like fire in his veins. The lion squirmed on the table, growling as his fingers clenched into fists, his body shaking as it was changed by the doctor's strange serums.

He grew, though. Weeks passed and he grew, inches piling onto his body as he got taller and taller, broader and more muscled. The curves of his younger self faded against the growing wall of muscle, his body growing hard and strong. Every week, the table was a bit smaller, a bit shorter against his body, and he smiled every time he realized he was growing.

Eventually his feet pushed over the edge, hanging off of the table as his tail twitched behind him, a small point sticking out from the tuft of hair. It gleamed in the office light, and the doctor avoided it carefully. It intimidated him, it made the fox worry.

It made Pebble smile.

#

Almost a month had passed since the lion had last gone to the Collar. With the various procedures to awaken his dormant blood, he'd not had the time - or the energy, if he was fully honest - to go out and look for an ass to fuck. He'd stayed in the hotel, occasionally grabbing the ass of a member of the staff for a good time, but for the most part he had stayed away while his changes had occurred. Until they were done, he didn't need to show off what he was becoming, and it might have gone wrong at any stage.

His libido fought him every step of the way, begging him to get out and find someone to fuck, some little bottom that needed a good fucking and needed to be taught their place. He got a few phone calls, a few offers from the club from some of his other subs, but as tempting as they were, he forced himself to ignore them. Their loyalty was commendable, but he'd wanted to finish the procedure before he got back onto the scene.

But now...

The charcoal gray lion stood across from the club, looking down at the paper in his hand. It had a lot of medical terminology, but the summary at the end said that the doctor believed the procedure complete. There was no more growth that could happen, no more changes. All the chimera DNA in the lion's body had been active, and there was nothing else that could be done.

Pebble smirked as he let the note float away on the wind. The procedure had done all that he could have hoped and more. His body had changed for the better, towering over his former height - and most of the doms that he had seen around lately, for that matter - and the already toned muscles over his body had hardened, standing out like a chiseled masterpiece. Even though his new clothes were tailor fitted to him, they still stretched over his muscles, and he'd needed to learn a new way of moving to keep from stretching them or ripping them when he walked around. He still walked around barefoot since he hadn't gotten to a specialty shoe shop yet, as even his feet had grown to support his new bulk.

There were other, less obvious changes, of course. A chimera wasn't fully lion, after all, and he'd inherited a few other traits. His tail tip had a small spike on the tip, like a fang or a blade. Most of the time it was hidden inside of the fur that covered the tip, but when he moved it just right, or when the light shone in just the right direction, someone could make out the shape of it. Other, even more subtle changes, had happened as well, but he would show that when the time came.

He patted his crotch, his tight black pants starting to swell at the front in anticipation of tonight. It had been too long since he'd visited the club, and he needed a fresh ass. Tonight, he was going to need to beat them off with a stick.

"Showtime."

Crossing the street with a smile on his face, the lion circled around the rounded club, heading towards the end of the line. Several of the guys waiting to get in stared at him, their jaws dropping at the huge lion. Pebble spotted more than a few bulges forming as he went by, including on a few of the twinks that had consistently turned him down. One river rat looked at him with such an eager smile that he might as well have been drooling, and the lion couldn't stop himself from chuckling. Oh, that one would be learning a lesson tonight, and no mistake.

He reached the end of the line, but despite some of the offers from the regular customers to let him scoot ahead, he turned them down. He might have gotten bigger, but he remembered how he was pushed to the back of the line before and he wasn't going to let them do that to someone else. If all they respected was size, then he wasn't going to take advantage of that.

The line moved slowly under the setting sun, and by the time that Pebble reached the front the sun had gone down and the exterior lights of the club had turned on. The same bull as had examined his ID on the first night was on duty tonight, and the lion took a great deal of pleasure at the bull's confusion between the ID picture and the way the lion looked now.

"This can't be right."

"It is."

"This belongs to a little twink that didn't know his place. Who the hell are you?"

"That twink."

"But -"

"I got bigger."

Gritting his teeth, the bull slowly handed over the ID. He opened the door, but muttered under his breath as Pebble stepped through.

"Where the fuck did you get the steroids?"

The lion only chuckled in answer, shaking his head as he walked in. So the guard had a bit of a problem with him. Not the first time that had happened, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

The strippers and the dance were already in full swing as he stepped in, strobe lights flashing over bodies that ranged from scantily dressed to fully naked. Some of them were even drunk and fucking in the crowd, but nobody really seemed to be that worried about it. Hell, half of the crowd was intoxicated enough to not even notice, he'd imagine. The strippers didn't seem to mind; they had dollar bills wrapped around their cocks and stuffed down the backs of their thongs, and one rabbit actually had some clenched between his toes.

Absently thinking about approaching that one later, the lion made his way to the bar. A stag was on duty, and looked up from his mixing cups.

"Hey, what can I get ya?"

"Water."

"Hmmm, sure you don't want something stronger?"

"No, water will be fine."

Shrugging, the stag turned to get a glass and headed over to one of the dispensers. Turning his head away, Pebble looked over the dance, looking to see who was familiar and who was new to the club.

The usual crowd were all there, including the lizard from all that time back. He was dancing with a dragon, the two of them grinding against each other and stealing little gropes from one another. The smaller reptile had a collar on, which hadn't been there before; he supposed that they were linked a bit, and he shrugged. The lizard had been a good lay, but he wouldn't push in there. Unless he was invited, of course. He chuckled, shaking his head as he continued scanning the crowd.

It didn't take long to find the otter from the line. Wearing a black speedo that hugged everything in the crotch and left nothing to the imagination, the little river rat was dancing without a partner for a change. Almost as soon as he caught sight of the slut, the otter dancing changed. It got more provocative, the hips swaying faster and further, and that rudder lifted up and over the otter's shoulders. Several times he spanked himself, making his ass clap from the impact.

"Heh, so you still only like the big guys, huh?"

Pebble chuckled to himself, taking his water from the bartender as the stag came back. Placing a couple dollars on the bar to pay for it, he sipped at his drink as the otter danced for him. Three times he'd tried to get that slut as a sub during his first days, and each time he'd been turned down. It was never for anything other than his size, which made it burn more. He could understand refusing out of loyalty, like the rat had, and he could understand being uncomfortable and not wanting to try something new in bed. Discriminating based on the size of the dom, however, was something that he wasn't going to stand for.

The dance got more and more obvious the longer that it went on, to the point where several other tops started approaching the flirty sub. This time, the otter rebuffed them, pushing them back with an improvised dance step before going back to flaunt himself. The back of his 'pants' slid up and down his ass, going far enough down to give a good look at the curves, and once going down far enough to let the lion get a little look at the hole between. It wasn't much of a look, but he could see how tight it looked.

Suppressing another laugh, he downed the rest of his water before putting the cup down. The bartender was there immediately, picking it up.

"Another, sir?"

"Not yet. Have something ready for when I get back, though."

"Certainly."

He heard the stag chuckle as he got up and moved onto the dance floor. The bartender had likely seen all sorts of couplings happen here, and probably not all of it half hidden on the dance floor. There'd been a few nights where enough people got drunk and had sex right there on the bar, and he'd heard rumors that the stag liked to get involved when that happened. He'd never seen it, but he would have imagined it was possible.

He doubted that the drink-master had guessed what was going to happen this time, though. Oh, the lion was going to get a good bit of otter ass, but not the way that the otter wanted, he was sure.

His new size let him push right through the crowd. Where he'd struggled to push a stallion away before, now he could just walk between a pair of bulls without even exerting himself. It was a powerful, heady feeling, and his cock hardened a bit in his pants at the power of his new body.

The slut reacted exactly as expected, sliding over to him and feeling him up from thighs to belly. Grinning wide, the otter looked up at him with a glint of worship in his eyes.

"Mmmm, hey there, big boy. You like my dance, honey?"

"I'd say that I like that rump of yours more. Why don't we go give it a workout?"

"I like the sound of that, handsome. Got a room here?"

"I don't need one. Come on."

Taking the otter by the arm, he herded the rudder tail towards the bathrooms. The otter chuckled at their obvious destination but didn't put up a fight, just following along with a grin on his face and a sway of his hips.

Pebble shoved the door open and walked in. He didn't bother opening a stall or moving to cover. Enough sex happened in here as it was, and he doubted anyone would mind walking in on it when they were already sex dancing on the floor. Instead he whipped the otter around to the wall, pushing him against it and pinning him in place.

His prey moaned as the lion pulled down the pants - latex, he realized - and exposed the ass he'd been teased with for the last few minutes. The fur was well cleaned, if a bit sweaty from being stuck in the tight garment for so long, and the hole between was quickly exposed. It was nice and pink, just a little slick looking.

"You little river rat, you pre-lubed your little pussy."

"You bet I did, hon. I don't want anyone having to wait on me."

"I wasn't planning on waiting, sweetie."

He grabbed the otter's hips, pulling the little slut back against his crotch. Even without pulling his pants down yet, his cock was hard as a rock and he knew that the otter could feel the bulge. Just with that little stimulation the tail raising sub was moaning, almost purring in his need for cock.

Chuckling, he reached to his zipper and tugged it down. There was no need for underwear tonight, so he hadn't worn any. His cock, all eight black inches of it, spilled out and slapped against the otter's ass. The end was slick and wet, and the scent of his musk - stronger than it had ever been - spilled out with his pre and his shaft. It filled the bathroom, and he felt the otter slump slightly under him. Just as he'd expected, the scent definitely had an effect.

The otter tried to say something, but the lion didn't let him. He just shifted his position until his cock pressed under the otter's tail and rammed in. The bit of lube that covered the otter's hole let him in without ripping anything, but the otter yelped in surprise at the sudden invasion.

"Hey, gentle, gentle!"

"Big boys don't play gentle, rudder rat."

Growling under his breath at the otter's stuttering attempt to answer him, the lion took his pleasure. He leaned forward, keeping the squirming otter pinned to the wall as he rammed his barbed cock in and out of that slick hole. Due to the size of his cock and the speed he took the otter at, it rapidly opened up for him despite every attempt to keep him out.

The otter wasn't quiet about it, either. He started with whimpers, but as the barbs started scraping across his insides, raking his prostate and breaking him in, he started moaning. Not the quiet sort, hastily bitten off or hidden in a pillow, but needy, desperate moans that begged for more. If it weren't for the tight grip that Pebble had on his hips the otter would have met each and every thrust with a buck of his own, slamming back on the lion's thick, throbbing cock.

It was delicious. Still growling, Pebble leaned forward and bit on the otter's ear, hard enough to puncture it. A bit of blood leaked out of the edge, running down along the side of his face. Even that wasn't enough to distract the otter from the cock in his ass, but he did yelp in surprise, whimpering before the pleasure of those barbs returned and got him moaning again.

And still, Pebble couldn't avoid teasing him, reminding him of who he was.

"Wait a few years to grow, hmm? You wanted the big boys, hmm?"

A bitten off gasp preceded a blush. Ah, so the otter remembered that after all. The little streamdog looked over his shoulder, looking back at the lion. Words were muttered, but never loud enough to hear, never completed before the otter moaned again, breaking off with sounds of pleasure.

He pushed the slut, dragged out the fucking longer and longer. His claws scraped at the otter's ass as he spanked him between thrusts, making the sub tighten around his cock each time. Each time, the tightening was a bit weaker as his hole got weaker and weaker, unable to resist the big lion cock ravaging it.

The lion never stopped. He had perfect control of the submissive little slut, and used that to his advantage. He teased the otter with half of his cock, the barbs grinding and stroking along the walls of his hole, and only when he was ready pushed more inside. Every inch had to be earned, and he tormented the otter with the promises of the pleasure he could have, all while driving the teasing male into a frenzy of orgasms.

He'd learned since his time with Sollon, learning the different points that all males had. Oh, there were different ones besides the basics, but every male had his prostate, and almost all males loved their holes being broken in if they were bottoms. He drove the otter to orgasm after orgasm, growling in his own pleasure as he heard the dribbling streams of cum hitting the wall and, later, the floor. Each tensing squeeze from the otter on his cock was another reward for him as he continued fucking the little slut silly.

People walked in and out of the bathroom as he used the tease, sometimes ignoring the show, other times jerking off to it. Pebble didn't react to any of them so long as they didn't bother him or his prey, and most of them didn't. The one that did got a kick to the leg, and learned to stay away.

Forty five minutes into the fuck, Pebble finally sheathed his cock in the otter's hole. He felt his slut go rigid at that, another orgasm pushed out of him. That was either the 8th or the 9th since the start, and he couldn't remember quite which. All he knew was that he was starting to get close to finishing himself, and it felt good to have the otter's battered hole tighten around him again.

He was holding the otter up more than the otter held himself up by this point. Legs collapsing under the pleasurable assault somewhere around the sixth orgasm, the otter hung limp in the lion's arms, drooling as he was fucked, babbling in gibberish every now and then as he tried to say something intelligible.

A few minutes later, the lion finally came. He held himself deep inside of the otter, filling him up as his barbs flared out, drawing one final moan from the river rat. It only extended his orgasm, and he smirked as his cock twitched and filled the size queen with his load.

Pulling out when he was done, he wiped his cock against the otter's feet, using the pads and the fur as a wash cloth to clean himself off. The webbing caught most of his cum, and he knew the otter would carry his scent for a while. One of the small blessings of the procedures, knowing that they would smell of lion for a while. He tugged the latex bottom back up over the otter's ass, trapping the cum inside before dragging the unconscious male into a corner.

"Maybe that'll teach you about underestimating the people out there."

He let his cock shrink back into his sheath a little bit before pulling his suit back on, but there was still a bulge by the time he got back to the bar. The stag already had a fresh glass of water waiting for him, and Pebble nodded his thanks before drinking it down.

"A good time, sir?"

"For me, at least."

"And your partner?"

"Oh, that little river rat will be remembering our fuck for a very long time, I'm sure."

#

Subs lined up around him, and he responded to each one, either with a hate fuck like the otter, or a leisurely teaching night with others. Collars and leashes were offered for him to take, but he never did, not wanting to tie himself down. The most he would do would be to establish regular fuck friends among the best of the people at the Collar, letting himself build something not too far from a harem.

#

He fucked that bunny dancer into the hotel bed, and then fucked his feet afterwards to indulge himself. The bunny had a foot fetish, and was very eager to offer every part of his body as a toy to the lion, something that Pebble eagerly took advantage of...

#

A fox invited him to the VIP room, and they tested each other's stamina. The fox lost, but only barely, and he was covered in cum by the time that he finally gave up. Pebble chuckled, knowing that he had won against one of the most insatiable creatures in the city, but for once wouldn't have minded losing all that much...

#

He danced on the stage with the strippers, moving from one to another and driving them into orgasms into the panties they wore that night. Something he'd never done before, and likely would never do again, but it had been fun to show each one of them their place, and he had gotten free drinks that night for it...

#

Even the dragon and lizard came to him one night, and he fucked them both, bringing the mighty black dragon low and making him into a cock sucking, foot licking sub for the night, with the lizard servicing them both. The sight of that black scaled ass leaking his seed had been a fine one indeed...

#

Eventually he had to move on from the Collar. The wave of subs had grown to be too much, and he needed to find something else. He moved from the hotel out to a small apartment a little further into the city, a place where he could enjoy himself at his leisure and keep from burning out from all the sex he was having.

That was his problem, he supposed. The Collar was good for sex, but there was always the socializing that went along with it. While Pebble didn't have a problem with being social in bed, at least a little bit, he didn't particularly like going out and partying. It wasn't in his nature, and while the Collar had some great submissive people and some great asses to fuck, it required a little too much in the way of socializing for him to really enjoy it anymore. It was getting to be too much work for its reward.

At least the new apartment was less expensive than the hotel. With all of his new 'connections' between his new fuck friends, he had built up a substantial sum. Not as a prostitute - though the thought would be interesting, as a professional dom - but in gratitude for the things he'd done, and how they were doing better in their professional life with his encouragement and all that. He still needed to find a better job for himself, but for the moment he had time to relax and take things slow.

Of course, he'd need a better place than this apartment eventually. The old brown carpet and the semi-stained walls helped bring the price down, but they weren't the things that he wanted to spend the rest of his life looking at. Even the furniture was minimal, with little more than a couch, desk, bed, and television. He didn't even have a proper table for his dinner yet. He could have gotten it, he supposed, but he didn't want to break into the funds too much just yet.

He sighed as he finished off a roast beef sandwich, brushing the crumbs off of his plate and into the garbage can. His thoughts were already stretching out to whether he should go prowling tonight. The last bit of ass he'd enjoyed had been almost four days ago, and he was really getting randy for more. The usual fuck friends would be busy - it was Saturday night and he wasn't the only dom out there - so he'd need to find someone if he wanted to fuck, and he wasn't sure that he was up to that tonight.

His thoughts on the matter were interrupted by the buzzer at the door. Trying to remember whether he was expecting visitors, the lion walked to the door and pressed the intercom button.

"Hello?"

"Hello, sir. This is Sollon."

Pebble blinked. He hadn't heard from the rat again since that first session, or left any information on how to find him again. Strange, very strange.

"If you're hoping for a second session -"

"I'm afraid not, sir. I'm here on behalf of my employer. He has an...offer for you."

"What kind of 'offer'?"

"I would prefer to present in person, sir, if that would be acceptable for you."

"...Fine."

Pressing the other button that would allow someone through the gate and into the complex, the lion flipped the lock on his door before going back to the couch. Questions were abundant, but answers were few. He supposed he would have to talk to the rat to get anything figured out.

There was a knock at the door a few minutes later.

"It's open."

The rat pushed the door open and bowed before stepping inside. He looked no different from that day a few months back, still dressed in the same white suit and barefoot. His immaculate brown fur almost seemed to gleam as he walked into the living room, bowing again in front of the couch.

"Whoever your employer is, he craves obeisance."

"No, sir. He merely deserves it, as do you."

Pebble shrugged. Silence stretched out for a minute before the rat reached for his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. He held it out until the lion took it, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

It was a legal document, he was surprised to see. At first he was a little concerned that it was some sort of court summons, but a few sentences in made it perfectly clear that it was anything but. The wording was a little obfuscated, but he had seen enough of these in some of the law books to make it clear enough.

"Your employer wishes to...buy...a top?"

"I would not say it in that way, sir."

"Your boss definitely would. That's what this whole thing says, behind all that legalese. He wants someone to come around and pound his ass and not tell anyone about it. Right?"

"If you were to put it bluntly, sir, I suppose it does."

"If that's the case, why doesn't he just come here, or go to any of the clubs in the city? There's always a top looking for a fresh rump out there."

"He does not have the time to try out the different men there, nor does he wish to be seen frequenting different places of that sort."

"He's in the closet?"

"In a manner of speaking. Nobody around him would judge for liking men, but to put himself under someone else would be...problematic."

"And he can't come here to tell me himself?"

"I am afraid not."

Pebble grumbled, rubbing his head. The amount of secrets here were piling higher and higher, and he wondered just what sort of person this was. Obviously they were someone important, and they had the status to command respect from others. The fact that Sollon was this loyal was another point that he needed to keep in mind, because he couldn't see the rodent serving anyone that didn't deserve it.

So what was it that kept the employer elsewhere, he wondered. He pressed his hands together as he thought. To buy a little time, he looked at the rat again.

"I notice that you aren't surprised about my change since we last met."

"It is relatively common knowledge that there was a chimera around the clubs, sir."

"But not many knew that it used to be that weak little lion that you fucked."

"My employer is no simple person, nor am I."

"Yes, I'm seeing that."

He picked up the contract. No clue rose out of the precise wording of the terms, but he didn't expect it too. Instead, he examined it for something that would tell him what he got out of it, and tried to determine whether it was worth it. It was a little too close to prostituting himself for his comfort, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to go down that road.

The compensation was, admittedly, very generous. A payment of $250,000 for his silence and his services was not a small thing, even in a city like this. It would be able to pay the rent for the next two years easily in a single session, and he had to admit it would be a weight off of his shoulders if he could have that out of his hair.

"Do I get to meet the man before I sign this?"

A twitch at the edge of his mouth was the closest the rat got to a smile, but it was something. Sollon nodded his head.

"Yes, you may. It merely required you to ask first." He lifted a hand to his ear, pressing a finger to something hidden from view. "Sir, you may enter. He would like to meet you."

Stepping through the door was the last figure that the lion expected. It was a mouse, barely five feet tall and dressed in a red suit and wearing a red mask. A fedora hat graced the top of his head and he carried a cane in one hand. It was obviously not for anything wrong with the mouse, but more for show, as the mouse spun it around with a surprising amount of dexterity. Unlike the rat, the mouse wore a pair of boots that kept his feet completely covered, and he walked with the authority of man that was used to being in charge of things.

As he should, Pebble realized. There'd been an article in the paper not too long ago about a criminal that had robbed one of the city banks blind and had stayed behind to let a picture be taken by the security cameras. He looked exactly like the mouse before him, clothes and build at all. The article had called him the Man in Red and credited him with a number of other heists in the area, including the break-in at an art gallery, the disappearance of a large ruby from the city museum, and - most puzzlingly - the absconding of a large statue of the city founder from in front of City Hall.

Stranger still, all the different pieces had been returned. They were none the worse for wear, only marked by a red gem on their return. Apparently, that was the mouse's sign.

Pebble lifted an eyebrow as the mouse stopped in front of him. He looked the rodent up and down before standing up. Even before his transformation he would have had an inch or two over the mouse; now he absolutely towered over him.

"You are the Man in Red."

"Yes, and you are the man that my servant says is a great fuck."

"He told you?"

"Yes, in very great detail. I have to say, I didn't really have the time to sample you myself, but considering your attitude, I can't help but imagine you were quite good."

"What do you mean, my attitude?"

"Your stance, the look in your eye, the way that you hold yourself." The mouse chuckled. "Not to mention the way that you're this close to throwing me and the rat out for any more bullshit. You're used to getting your way with people smaller than you, and making them know their place. And with all the stress I deal with on a daily basis, I could really use something like that."

"You're saying...you want me to fuck you to help you de-stress?"

"No."

Pebble raised an eyebrow. All he'd heard so far had said exactly that. The mouse turned to Sollon, and the rat walked out of the room. Shutting the door behind him, he left the lion and mouse alone.

"What I want is for you to take my authority from me after a long day bossing around my little empire. I want to be the one that isn't in charge for a change, instead of having every little matter my men deal with coming to my attention. I need to relax, and I can't do that without my authority taken away from me for a while."

Hmmm, that's new, he thought to himself. He hadn't seen many people like this, and certainly hadn't tried this sort of thing with anyone in the club. He didn't know much about it, but he had to admit that it was intoxicating and arousing to think of a mouse this powerful under his control. He leaned forward, his elbows against his knees and his hands clasped in front of his chin.

"You realize that if you do this, I will make sure that you are completely subservient to me. I will use you, and I will fuck your mind out of your head every time you come around. Eventually, I will make you so broken to serving a lion that you will not be able to so much as look at another lion without wanting to fall on your knees and worship him.

"Can you handle something like that? Because if you can't, then you are looking at the wrong dominant."

"Mmm, such promises. I have heard a lot of offers like that, but nobody has ever delivered. I wonder if you'll be the first."

"Why don't we find out?"

"All in good time, my leonine friend. All in good time. First, why don't you sign the contract so we can make this all official?"

Shrugging, Pebble reached out for the contract again. It was a simple thing to finish, with only two places to sign. Sollon was called back in, signing the contract as a witness before bowing and stepping out of the way. The mouse made a signature himself, and collected the papers.

"So, why don't you get stripping, mouse?"

"Heh, two problems with that."

"I don't see any."

"I do."

"Well, what you see doesn't really matter that much, does it? You wanted -"

"I, Pebble, am still your employer here. And we do this on my terms, not yours. I'll see you in this location at this time." He paused, handing over a piece of paper. "And I wouldn't be late. This will be a test of your abilities as much as anything else."

"I thought you wanted to lose your authority."

"Yes, but I'm still on the clock. I'll see you when I'm off it. Ta."

Pebble was left staring as the pair of rodents walked out of his apartment, leaving him clasping a small strip of paper. He looked down at it, grumbling as he realized that the actual date for the fun stuff wasn't for another week. He'd have to deal with himself for a full week before he actually got a chance at the mouse.

He shook his head as he sunk back on the couch. It wouldn't be that bad, he thought as he calmed down. The mouse was still going to be there, and he would need to learn how to submit properly. For that matter, the lion needed to learn how to make the mouse submit in that way. It would be a challenge, considering the crime lord's authority and way he was used to getting his way; even with the desire to submit revealed, he doubted that the mouse was going to give way easily.

That was okay with him. He liked a challenge, and there was no greater challenge than being a good dom to a variety of subs. There was no perfect dom, no one single way guaranteed to work with different subs, but he knew a good many more, and with a week to prepare, he was pretty sure that he could learn a way that would get the mouse to submit. Perhaps I can even get the Man in Red to submit more than he plans, he thought with a lustful growl.

The End