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“Feral pussy is the best pussy," Jake declared.

“You only say that because you have a fetish for feral pussy," Dayton, a feral tiger himself, replied. The whiskers on his muzzle twitched.

Jake scoffed. Of their trio of friends, Jake was the only two-legger. The gray wolf had a big mouth, a self-proclaimed fat knot, and a new feral girlfriend every week. He turned to face both of his feral buddies and crossed his arms.

“A fetish is, like, latex and shit. Feral is just a preference. Like liking blondes. Nathan likes blondes."

“Jake, I am blonde."

“You're a lion. You're more like a … golden ray of sunshine on the serengeti."

Nathan tried not to let his eyes roll out of his head. They stopped short at the curb as a bus whooshed by them, blaring its horn as Jake nearly walked backwards into the crowded street. Jake, nonplussed, gave the bus driver a wave and hit the crosswalk button with the back of his paw.

Around them the city teemed with activity. Anthros drove, biked, and walked their way amongst the crowded streets, and ferals did the same as best as they could. Biking lanes doubled as running lanes for ferals. Driving was a bigger issue, which was why the city center had so many ferals to begin with - it's easier to live your life when everything is within walking, or running, distance, especially when you lack thumbs.

A pair of feral ocelots raised their eyebrows and giggled as they squeezed by the three friends, one of them clearly eyeballing Jake while he ogled back at her.

“And you're going to get yourself killed. Stop looking at ocelot ass."

“I'm only doing it because you're not. What's wrong with you?"

The light turned green and the cross-walk chime came on with a series of beeps. Jake hung back to sidle up beside Nathan, the anthro wolf and feral lion making an unlikely pair of besties.

It wasn't that anthros and ferals were never friends. This wasn't some backwards fly-over town. It just tended to happen that way when everything from your apartment layout to your seats at the movie theater were designed for either anthros or ferals. But college tended to be the great mixer, especially when alcohol and cramming for a last-minute final was involved, and the two had stayed friends after all these years.

Nathan flicked a fuzzy ear and looked away, pretending to be paying attention to where he was walking. “Nothing."

“Bro, it's been two weeks."

A soft, low growl came from Nathan as he quickened his pace. “For some of us two weeks is a long relationship. For some of us two weeks isn't a long time between relationships."

The wolf jogged to catch up, slapping his paw against the lion's flank. “Hah! Haaa-ha. You don't need another relationship. You just need new pussy. Don't you agree, Dayton?"

Dayton, the quiet tiger of their group, paused before replying. “You know Jake, I don't think you're wrong."

“What?" snapped Nathan while Jake did a victory howl. That or an ambulance had caught his ear; it was difficult to tell which.

“It has been two weeks, and you have been moping about like a cat in a bathtub. We should get you on a dating app or something," mused Dayton.

“No no no, too slow. We need something tonight. How about 4Pawz?" Jake suggested.

“Why am I not surprised that you know what 4Pawz is, Jake?"

“Because we went there together freshman year with fake IDs."

“Uh-huh, I'm sure that's the only time you've been there."

“The fuck are you two on about?" Nathan snapped after listening to enough of Jake and Dayton's back and forth. “What's Four Paws?"

“Ooooh, big kitty has no idea what he's getting into tonight. This is going to be great." Jake's tail wagged so hard that it hit Dayton in the face. The tiger pushed the gray fuzzbutt out of his way with a paw.

“It's a strip club, Nathan." Dayton explained. “For ferals. 4Pawz Feral Lounge, over by the old red tail district."

Nathan sighed, rubbing at his temple with a paw. “How does looking at pussy equate to getting pussy?"

“Well… I did say it's by the old red tail district."

“I'm not paying for -"

Jake stepped between the two ferals, kneeled down, and threw an arm around each of their necks. “Why don't we save that question for later and just go check it out, huh? Don't get your mane all matted, it won't hurt to look. Maybe Jessica still works there."

“Jessica?" Dayton slunk away from Jake's grasp, his stripes shimmering beneath the streetlights.

“You'll see. Come on. Red line, three stops - go! Move it! Go-go-gooooo," Jake pushed, pleaded, and pulled the three of them onto the light rail train before the doors could close.

Nathan had a sneaking suspicion that this had been his friend's plan all along, as it was too convenient that they had ended up right next to the train station that they needed. He sighed and swiped his wrist-watch against the train's card reader. It lit up with a green light and he stepped to the side, not bothering to find a place to sit. The train lurched into motion and Jake quickly grabbed onto a hand-railing.

“Steady there, two-legger." Nathan's feline tail flicked.

Jake was too excited to notice the anthro jab. His voice droned on for all three stops while Nathan stared out the train window, watching the lights of the city stream by. It broke his mind to think about how each animal out there, feral and anthro, had their own lives going on. Going to and from work. Dinner. Family. He wondered where an elderly marsupial was going as a family of foxes gave up their feral seating pad for him. An anthro deer with a rare snow-white coat of fur leaned down to give a feral black-and-white husky a kiss. Her boyfriend, from the way that kissed turned into a bit of tongue action. Jake looked away, trying not to think about his own anthro girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

“Nathan. Nathan."

“What? Ow! Prick, your teeth are sharp," Nathan snarled and whipped around as Dayton nipped his tail.

“You were zoned out like a kitten on an elephant tranquilizer, let's go."

The doors chimed, their last warning before closing. He hopped out, landing next to a jabbering gray wolf that he couldn't currently remember why he was friends with.

“They've got these private rooms- oh man, you wouldn't believe what goes on in there. Two, three, four girls. Anything you want. It's feral heaven. There was this lynx last time that could bend over backwards so far that you could see her face and her -"

“Okaaaaay Jake, okay, I got it. I know what a girl looks like."

“Not these girls." The canine grin couldn't possibly get any wider as he held open the door, ushering in his feral companions like a tour-guide.

Outside, the building had been pretty nondescript. No windows. A neon sign that said '4Pawz Feral Lounge' in bright pink letters over a single, solid door. Once inside a burly anthro hyena patted them down and gave them the lowdown of the rules.

“Looking is the only thing you don't have to ask first for. Anything else, you get her, or his, consent before anything else, got it?"

“His?"

“First table to the right. Orchid is up right now. Poppy will be on later; he's a bit more flashy. You boys have fun."

“I'm not- I just thought there were only girls- " Nathan stammered as he walked in behind Jake's laughter and Dayton's smirk.

“Fuck you guys," Nathan smiled.

“I don't work here, so that'll be a no. And you might be a pussy but you're still not my type."

“Jake, one day your mouth is going to get you in trouble."

“What?"

The music grew louder as they walked in, blessedly not as loud as a full-blown nightclub but enough for Nathan to lie his ears back. His feline eyes adjusted quickly as he scanned the room, ignoring Jake for now.

The club seemed to be set up for plenty of private encounters for individuals or for groups. The main stage had a sort of 'S' curve with chairs for anthros and lounging mats for ferals, and behind those more private, high-backed lounge chairs and couches were several patrons who were currently getting a bit more up and close with the dancers.

Every single feral species seemed to be here; canines and felines, exotics and domestics. A mare clopped her hooves to the beat to the cheers of a group of anthro foxes in business suits. A trio of feral otters balanced on one another in a series of acroyoga poses assisted by a stripper pole, their loincloths frequently covering nothing at all as they balanced upside down.

The three friends settled down into a spot at the beginning of the stage's curve, as the middle sections already seemed a bit wild and rowdy. Their end was a bit quieter - the only bit quieter was off to the right where the male-presenting dancers chatted and showed off to those interested in that sort of thing. Nathan was a little surprised it was mixed, but he guessed for a night club that specialized in feral dancers, there was no reason it had to be only female ferals.

“Thanks," Nathan said as Jake returned with a tall long-island for himself and two bowls of Mai Tais for his feline friends. Jake nodded and immediately brought out his wallet, waving some bills in the air until a pair of feral lionesses came slinking out of the shadows.

Nathan gulped, pretending to be a bit absorbed in lapping up his drink as they started their dance.

The two girls were more clothed than most ferals would be, and counterintuitively that made them seem more naked. They were covered in erotic black lace from nose to tail, paw warmers on all four legs and lace collars with a bell. Deep eye-shadow made their golden eyes seem larger than life. One girl seemed to prefer amethysts, the purple gemstones dangling from one of her hind paws and from a stud through an ear. A purple bow around her tailbase completed the outfit. She prowled forward, eyes locked on Nathan as he couldn't pretend to be absorbed in his drink any longer.

“I'm just- “

“Ssshh," she said, bringing a paw up to his lips. Her claw lingered a moment, feeling the residual wetness from his drink before she brought her paw up to her own muzzle, her tongue snaking out to suck at her claw. “Mai Tai. I know what a male wants based on his drink."

“Really I'm just hanging ouuuttttt-oh," he said. The lioness turned around, flashing him with her loins. Before his brain could register what he just saw the music changed beats and additional dancing poles rose out of the ground, spiraling upwards.

“I'm Ginger," the lioness said as she prowled around the pole, rubbing her neck and side against it, flicking her tail upwards just enough- and yet not quite enough- for Nathan to see beneath. Multi-colored lights from above glided over her body, bathing her golden yellow fur with black lace in shades of roses, pinks and reds and lavender moving down her supple neck and lithe muscles, pulling Nathan's helpless eyes along.

“Nathan," he said as he settled down. Maybe this wasn't so bad. He completely forgot about his friends for the moment, enraptured by the lioness' body.

She used the pole in more ways than he thought a feral could, standing up on her hindpaws and wrapping her forepaws around it, muscles rippling as she brought her hind legs in and laid her torso back, slit covered by the pole as she gazed into his eyes, licking her lips.

It's not that a sexy feral lioness doing a pole dance wasn't his thing, as it definitely was, but he couldn't help but notice all the other dances going on as well. A jaguar with a midnight black coat was currently gyrating her hips in front of both of his friends, with Jake sliding dollar bills into her stockings. He had no idea where the other lioness had went.

To his right an incredible looking cheetah was taking her time in front of an anthro cervid of some sort, too dark to tell which species. Her lithe hips and sleek form slunk clockwise around the pole, keeping her tail down as she teased her admirer. She was the only one wearing white lingerie. The mix between her spots, the flashes of lights, and that oh-so-innocent looking ivory lace must've drawn his stare more than he cared to admit, because Ginger flicked her tail across his nose.

“I'll go get Orchid for you," she said with a wink, and before he could protest she slipped away to go whisper a few words into the cheetah's ear.

The two swapped places. The cheetah took her time walking over across the stage, keeping her head low and her unblinking eyes fixed on Nathan's. She was even smaller than he thought; her little cheetah paws were easily half the size of his large, lion ones.

“What do you say about something more private, my king?" She asked, her sultry low voice barely audible over the thumping rhythm of the music.

Fuck it, why not? He thought. Getting a lap dance with onlookers felt weird anyways. He nodded and she slunk her way down off stage, rubbing her shoulder against his before leading him into one of the many dark, plush alcoves lining the perimeter.

It was obviously a spot for two ferals. No chairs or awkward couches, just large plush pillows and a raised bed, piled high with larger cushions.

Nathan coughed awkwardly. He didn't know how to do this part, but she seemed nonplussed.

“One hundred every thirty, touches and kisses included. Any part of you in me or me in you, that's two each, darling."

Ferocious felines she wasn't cheap! Wait. “You… in me? Like strap-on?"

The cheetah raised an eyebrow. “If you want. That's pretty tame. I'll include that in the two. Any kinkier than that, add a hundred. But I promise you'd enjoy the real thing."

“The real thing? Aaahhh fuck," Nathan said as he realized quite belatedly what he should've remembered, and should've seen right away. Orchid was male. Obviously. Now when the cheetah circled around him he could see so clearly the two, cute tiny balls and an even smaller sheath tucked between her, er, his, legs.

“Never bottomed before? First time for everything. Let's not get ahead of ourselves though. Just lie back, there's a good king."

“I'm sorry this is - mistake - I'm straight," Nathan stammered while the cheetah pushed up against his flank, purring loudly. He forgot that cheetahs could purr. It sent a shiver down his spine.

“So am I, king, but who cares? Your friends will never know."

Nathan licked his lips, smiling at the thought of the male dancer being straight. Right. But his friends, yeah, that much was true. They probably hadn't even registered his departure yet. The drapes to their private corner parted for a moment as one of the anthro bouncers brought his bowl of Mai Tai into their abode and set it down next to Nathan.

“All good, Orchid?" the hyena asked.

“All good, Charles. Bring another one of those in twenty."

The hyena nodded and stepped out.

Nathan tried to think of the kindest way to let this beautiful cheetah down and go back to looking at some feral pussy, but his brain couldn't find the right words. He didn't want to be rude.

Orchid bent down towards the drink, picking up a slice of pineapple with his maw while he pushed the lion onto his back. Nathan easily outweighed him three-to-one, but he fell back onto the bed into a pile of pillows while the cheetah named Orchid climbed atop him, placing the pineapple against his lips.

The alcohol soaked fruit tasted delicious. It was his favorite. He bit into it, sharing the fruit with Orchid. The purring grew louder, and suddenly the cheetah's lips were on his, and he was kissing the first guy in his life, ever, in a feral strip club.

He didn't know what to do. He was straight and this cheetah was so cute. Kissing and a lap dance wasn't gay, right? This was just taking his mind off of his ex. Funny. He could barely remember her name. He only had eyes for Orchid.

The cheetah didn't need eyeshadow, as his species naturally had black fur around their eyes that ran down each side of their muzzle like dark tears. His amber eyes never left Nathan's as his hips began to move slowly to the thump, thump of the music outside, the cheetah's thin legs straddling over the lion's hips. His little cheetah paws tapped and pressed against Nathan's chest, pinning him like an anchor. Each of the cheetah's arms and legs were covered in a white lace; the closest thing that came to mind was a sort of wedding lingerie. At the end of each covering was a cute pink bow, matching the pink flower that Orchid had tucked behind his ear. Nathan didn't know shit about flowers but he figured it was an orchid. Like the first lioness, Orchid had a bow around his tailbase too, but this one was white.

No piercings, no jewelry, just fur as soft as down and a maze of spots that moved and blurred in the dim light. Some part of Nathan's mind registered the gentle weight of Orchid's balls resting on his chest as he moved, which definitely felt pretty gay and definitely wasn't the cause of the swelling within his sheath. Nope.

Orchid's hips dipped back as he arched his back, paws pressing firmly down against the lion's chest. He moved gently to the sound of the music and the lights, pressing and dipping his body down against Nathan's chest, rubbing his neck against Nathan's lion's mane. The cheetah's tail dipped low, brushing between the lion's loins, the soft fur grazing against his balls and rapidly swollen sheath.

Just as Nathan started to get truly aroused Orchid leapt off, leaving the tip of the lion's penis exposed to the club's air. Nathan growled and rolled to his side as he watched the cheetah climb atop a well-hidden pole disguised as a tree trunk. Fake, but cute. A 'branch' hung overhead, along with some fake greenery. As corny as it was, Nathan sort of liked it compared to the cool harshness of a strip pole.

Orchid approached the tree trunk with a sauntering walk, hip motion exaggerated as his tail dipped from side to side, giving Nathan glances of that sweet, pink hole beneath. Girls had cute asses, so he reasoned it was fine to leer at the cheetah's cute ass as well.

When he reached the base of the tree he stretched out, raking his front paws on the ground and lifting his hips, stretching, giving Nathan his first full, clear view of everything the cheetah had to offer: pink hole, fuzzy balls, and tiny sheath. Nathan felt dirty. His balls were easily twice the size of this cheetah's. He imagined them plapping down against that ass as he bit down on that little nape… no, no, definitely not. He shook his head.

The cheetah smirked as if he could read his mind and began to climb the tree trunk. When he reached the overhanging branch, Nathan rolled onto his back so he could watch the show more easily. Orchid's tail flipped from one side of the branch to the other, hanging down into the air. Nathan swiped a paw at it, and got a classic Cheetah hiss in response as Orchid bared his fangs. Nathan growled back; two could play at that game.

Orchid wrapped all four of his paws around the branch, slowly sliding to one side until he was hanging upside down, head leaning back to look down at Nathan. Then he let go with his hind paws; the cheetah's little abs rippled with an impressive amount of subtle strength as he held on with just his forepaws, controlling the descent of his back half, keeping his tantalizing bits hidden from view as long as he could until his tail uncurled from between his legs, giving Nathan of muzzle-full view of luscious cheetah nethers.

Nathan growled in appreciation as the cheetah's tail flitted over his whiskers, the lion nipping at it lazily as his eyes soaked in the sweet pink hole dangling just out of reach. Just as he was beginning to be able to drink in the details of the overhanging love-hole, Orchid curled his tail up, taking away the view.

“More," Nathan breathed up at the cheetah.

A smiling upside-down face didn't reply, instead twisting until his hindlegs were brought back up to the branch. He started sauntering, upside-down, back towards the trunk as he let his tail hang down once more. Nathan stood up and circled beneath him, pacing, stepping back so he could enjoy the view as those white-netted luscious spots slowly worked their way back to the ground.

Nathan strode up to the cheetah, his mind fuzzy with desire and lust as he pressed his muzzle against the cheetah-boy's, kissing him deeply. The little cat's purring- something lions simply couldn't physically do- made his heart pound. He wrapped his large paws around Orchid's waist, pulling him close.

Orchid pulled away from the kiss to nuzzle his little face beneath Nathan's, nibbling and talking into his furry mane.

“Condoms and lubes are free. If you don't want to use a condom, I'll need your most recent tests on your wristwatch, my king."

Nathan huffed, quickly tapping his pin number into his wristwatch. Luckily after his ex-girlfriend cheated on him he had gotten tested for everything. At the time it had seemed like a giant pain, but right now it seemed like a prescient gift.

Orchid nuzzled against the lion's mane and used his little paws to scroll through the tests, noting the dates and green checkmarks. He then pulled a tablet off from behind the tree trunk that was pre-loaded with his own weekly tests for the past months. Nathan glanced at it, smiled, and went back to kissing his feline lover, barely giving him a moment to set the tablet back down.

His larger lion maw dwarfed the little cheetah's. He wrapped his paws around him, hugging him close, sliding his pawpads down his sides and towards his tailbase as they sat together on their haunches, muzzle-locked in lust. Nathan squeezed at that little tailbase for a moment, massaging around his cute ribbon-bow, feeling the way his tail hiked higher before dipping his paw lower, finally getting to touch that pink rose he'd been staring at all night.

The cheetah's hot entrance dimpled inwards as the aggressive lion played with his butthole, feeling the tight ring of muscle quiver and clench away from the invading digit. He went even lower, fondling the little balls just beneath. He'd never touched another guy's balls before. His own were so much larger and heavier; these were like little fuzzy sacs fit for a kitten. He savored the moment, relishing in the feel of the other male grasped within his paw.

“Lie down," Orchid suggested. Nathan hesitated, his paw lingering on the kitten's groin before acquiescing.

After he settled onto his back the cheetah once again stepped over him, but this time facing the opposite way so the cheetah's face was gazing between Nathan's hind legs, which gave Nathan a perfect view of cheetah-ass.

“You gotta want me," Orchid said as he lowered his hips, stopping inches away from Nathan's face. “Paying is only half of it, my king."

Nathan could feel his dick poking out from within his sheath. The perfumed musk of the cheetah's loins directly over his snout was intoxicating. Clearly he used some sort of combination of shampoo, conditioner, and perfume, but all of it worked together in a wonderful symphony of smells that accentuated instead of hiding his natural male scent.

He raised his front paws and massaged the cheetah's asscheeks, gently tugging them apart as he watched that picture-perfect anus stretch.

“This is so gay," Nathan muttered.

“Mhmm," Orchid replied as he relaxed his weight, letting his hips gently fall onto Nathan's awaiting muzzle.

The lion's vision darkened, completely obscured by cheetah fur. He kept his paws on the cat's buttcheeks to retain some control over the situation, but that felt like a lie. Here he was, on his back, with a cute cheetah boy squatting over his face. He could feel the cheetah's tail atop his head, the little balls resting on his chin, and the sweet taste of his butthole on his tongue.

All cats have rough tongues. Especially lions. Nathan lapped gently at the tight pink crevice sitting on his face, using his paws to spread it apart and wriggle his broad tongue around every curve of the cat's tight ring of muscle. Orchid purred, and Nathan pushed in more deeply, moving his paws atop the cheetah's haunches so he could pull his hips down onto his broad face. He licked and kissed greedily with lewd wet sounds, pushing his tongue up into the heavenly orifice sitting on his muzzle, salivating all over and into that quivering pleasure hole.

He was so lost in the cheetah's haunches that it came as a complete surprise when he felt the soft feline lips kiss against his twitching dick, his erection bobbing freely between his legs. Blessedly cheetah tongues weren't as rough as lion tongues, but it was still enough to make his hind leg twitch. One of Orchid's paws fondled his large felid balls, lifting and weighing each orb in turn as he sucked his cock down to his sheath. Lion cocks weren't known for their length or girth. That's just a species thing. But it did make it easier for Orchid to take all of Nathan's shaft into his mouth, running his tongue down along the base of his cock and against his sheath until those strong lion legs started to tremble.

“Ah-ah," Orchid chastised as he removed his muzzle, licking up salty precum. “That's not where you want to cum, is it, your highness?"

“Mmffno," a muffled voice said from beneath Orchid's rear.

Orchid stepped off of the quivering lion, feeling a long strand of saliva kiss his rump goodbye before departing. He smiled and quickly slid a squirt of The Oily Dolphin- the best lube money could buy- beneath his tail before assuming the position he thought Nathan would enjoy most. It turns out, he was right.

Nathan rolled over to find the cheetah in the same pose as any feral, female cat in heat would be - on all fours, facing away from the male. Haunches lifted slightly. Tail lifted up and out of the way, displaying a slick pink hole and the little balls beneath. Something primal within him stirred, like the beasts they still were deep down inside.

He walked over and quickly stepped over the cheetah, lowering his hips as his maw found the cheetah's nape. He bit down, grabbing a muzzle full of scruff as he held his mating partner beneath him.

He thrusted once, missing, smearing pre-cum over the cheetah's silken fur. Again, this time feeling a hot, lubed up hole waiting for him. He groaned and pushed forward, sinking his feline penis down into those heavenly depths, feeling the tight muscle dimple inwards before letting him in with a lewd schlorp. He bit down harder and thrusted, quickly hilting himself inside his cheetah lover, feeling his large lion balls slap up against those smaller orbs.

Orchid moaned, squeezing hard around the base of Nathan's shaft before relaxing again, creating a rippling motion around the lion's penis. They quickly fell into a rhythm with the lion thrusting, gently, purposefully, plunging his dick in and out of the cheetah's kitten-hole. Their fucking made audible salacious noises throughout the room, the squelching, suckling noises of a tight butthole being filled over and over again by a lubed feline cock.

It didn't feel gay, or straight, it just felt right. He needed this. Weeks of being pent up and frustrated came boiling out of him and taken out on the poor cheetah.

Orchid took dick like a champion, keeping his hips lifted at the perfect angle for the lion to hilt within his ass with every thrust.

“Mmmn," the cheetah purred. “I'm yours. I'm your little kitten."

Nathan grunted as his pace quickened, unable to respond verbally through a maw full of cheetah scruff. His balls plapped hard up against the cheetah's smaller ones now with every thrust, the feel of that little fuzzy sac getting pounded by his much larger lion balls arousing something within him that he never knew existed.

He drove forward, recklessly, pushing the cat's chest down onto the floor while he mated him. The lights, music, and spots of his lover all blurred together in a harmonious symphony, interrupted only by the loud squelches and splurps from their fucking.

The cheetah's asshole gripped him snugly around his base, squeezing and milking him. He opened up more loosely after that, the silken walls of his bowels distending around the lion's rigid shaft.

Nathan's breath came in short, shuddering gasps between a mouthful of cheetah scruff until his hind legs trembled, his barbed cock swelling within the cheetah's rectum until he couldn't hold back any longer. He let go of Orchid's scruff and roared, his lion's roar reverberating around the room as his dick flung hot, ropey lengths of lion cum into the cheetah's rear, pumping his bowels full of his seed.

The lion groaned, keeping his dick hilted inside the cheetah as his orgasm tapered off, ensuring every drop of his sticky mess was deposited deep inside that pink asshole. He leaned down, licking in broad, loving strokes against the back of the cheetah's head with his rough tongue, grooming his mate as he prepared him for the next part.

Orchid purred and then yowled! as Nathan suddenly pulled out, his penile barbs raking the poor kitten's inner walls. The cheetah took a paw swipe at him as the lion pulled back, his dick dripping cum while Orchid rolled onto his back, showing off his freshly-seeded ass.

“F-fuck," Nathan gasped, gazing down at the first gay lover of his life. The cute cheetah kept his legs spread, his glistening butthole winking in the afterglow, chest rising and falling with his purrs. “I'm sorry."

“Sorry for what, king?" He panted, his little chest rising and falling in small gasps. “Mmmn, you're a perfect regal lion, and now I'll be full of your kits." The cheetah lolled his head to one side to grin over at him.

“For being selfish. You didn't… you know."

“Cum? Darling, my body is yours for as long as you want it."

“Yeah, well…" Nathan walked back over to nuzzle down at Orchid's cute face, licking at his muzzle. “That's some body. Are you, uhm, single?"

“In love already? I told you handsome, I'm straight."

Nathan quirked an eyebrow at the cheetah currently lying on his back, his ass freshly seeded with lion cum. “You're playing with me."

“I am not. My girlfriend will pick me up after my shift is over. Which isn't for a while, by the way."

“That's, huh. Well. I guess we're both straight, then." Nathan said while positioning himself between the cheetahs hind legs again, this time with Orchid still on his back. He straddled over his tail, rubbing his cock-tip over the cheetah's lubed and seeded boyhole, ready for sloppy seconds. And thirds. “You know lions can go all night, right?"

“As long as you want, my king."

He was going to go broke for this cat.