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You wanted a change of pace Alex. A change of scenery, a change that, like any other, would take getting used to.

That was a bit of a lie. He didn’t really want a change, he needed it. The break-up with Carol had been sudden and not quite mutual and while not exactly ugly… well, there’s a reason why it’s not a good idea to date coworkers. Seeking new horizons and greener pastures had seemed like the gentlemanly thing to do, especially since Carol was tenured.

When dean Wilhelmina de Vries had welcomed him as the newest member of Arkdale University’s faculty her got the impression that he meant it. Partly it was because quaint little schools like this one didn’t usually get someone with his credentials without having to go into a bidding war with other colleges. He also got the impression because Dean de Vries struck him as a very honest mare, the type that didn’t bother with empty pleasantries.

Her stature had been as impressive as her name and Alexander had done a bit of a double-take when he’d walked into her office. A very spacious one, with only one chair for those infrequent visitors who had a need for one. Being a mule deer stag, Alex wasn’t often cowed by someone’s size, especially a female, but in spite of the obviously gentle and dainty way the dean had set down each of her four hooves he could feel each of the Friesian’s steps through the hardwood floor.

He’d done his homework and knew that Arkdale boasted a population that was mostly quadruped, but meeting his new boss drove the point home. Alexander had spent his life in the big city where space was at a premium, and where the scarce quadrupeds he might see tended to be small. Comfortable life on four hooves or paws required a good amount of breathing room, which meant less densely populated environment, which meant quaint little collage-towns like Arkdale. Which meant some time getting used to things.

The dean had been helpful since even though her name and sheer size were intimidating the mare had a very warm and kind disposition and seemed to have taken a genuine interest in the comfort of the stag who was not only new to their school but their community. Alex knew that he came off as a quietly confident professional, but the confident academic had been an awkward and anxious teen until he’d built him up. Secure in his valor’s station, as Burns would have put it. Arkdale was different enough from his old life that he could appreciate how easy it was to be confident when you’re on your own turf. It was the little differences that seemed to confront him, accusing him that he was a newcomer at best, or that he didn’t belong at worst.

“They’re called horse stairs.” said a voice beside him. This was one such moment – his head turned to his left in the direction of the voice, found nothing at eye-level and he briefly had to fight the urge to check his right before remembering to look down, noticing the lioness who looked like a cat who’d swallowed a canary. “Never seen them before?”

“I, uhh… no, can’t say that I have.” Alex admitted. They were stairs, obviously, but as far as Alex could discern they were stairs made by someone who wanted people to use elevators. They were actually tilted back a little bit. Not enough to make a person slip but just enough to unnerve a foot used to a perfectly level step. They were all short but for some reason each one was almost two feet deep, forcing even someone as long-legged as the stag to take strides rather than steps up them.

“They make it easier for most four-leggers, especially equines, caprines and other hoofers. Us cat’s don’t really care since we can climb anything. They are adjusted for a gait, rather than a walk, but you’ll get used to them. You are new here, right?” she asked, arching one brow and putting her tail through a twisting motion that brought to mind a question mark.

“Well, I’m Adelaide, but you can call me Addy…” she said raising a paw that Alex awkwardly shook, noticing two things – the lioness’ pads were amazingly soft and smooth and secondly that even though she acted like a chirpy young woman her paw was distressingly heavy in his hand.

“Alex…” he said, surprised by how anxious the sight of the feel of that paw had been.

“So where you off to, Alex?”

“Uhhh, history lecture.”

“Oh, well you’re going the right way then, and I’m going with you. Come on…” she said, easily hoping along the stairs that were still confounding Alex’s feet. “At least you’re not the only newbie this semester. Our history professor just moved to town too.”

“Same newbie I’m afraid…”

“You’re the teacher? But you’re… how old?” the lioness asked.

“Thirty-three since February…”

“Wow, that’s… that’s young right?”

“It is. I was passionate about learning before I became passionate about teaching so I blitzed my way through school and earned my PhD before I hit thirty. I’ve got several years under my belt as a professor and more than that as a TA, so I’ll be at home in the classroom, once we reach it.” he said, moving through a crowd. What he saw was mostly the backs of quadrupeds with the occasional arthropod sticking out like a sore thumb, the way he no doubt was.

“Huh. We don’t usually get young teachers here. Mostly ones that are close to retirement and are looking for somewhere quaint and peaceful, so they bail on the big-city schools and come over to Arkdale.”

“Well my last teaching position was in the big city, but I’m nowhere close to retirement.”

“Yeah, which makes me wonder why you left. Was it some kind of scandal? Did you… ohmygosh, did you seduce a student?”

“Wha… no!”

“Get seduced by a student?” the lioness asked in the same gossip-starved tone.

“Just what do you think happens at the big-city schools?”

“Everything that doesn’t happen here, which means exciting stuff.”

“I… I broke up with my girlfriend who was also a professor and seeing her around every day was… awkward. So I figured I could do with a change of scenery. And before you ask - no, she didn’t leave me for one of my students.”

“It hadn't even occurred to me.” the lioness insisted, wearing an expression that suggested it was occurring now.

*******

The lecture went over smooth and Alex was sure he’d put his best foot forward even though the hall itself was bizarre. There were a few desks with chairs but most of it was startlingly empty until his students started to file in, taking their seats of the thick mats quadrupeds preferred. There’s an old trick that said that if you feel nervous when speaking in front of a crowd you could imagine them all naked and Alex was glad that he wasn’t nervous since he doubted it would have worked since only the few biped students wore clothes.

A good bunch though, polite, attentive and seeming genuinely interested in what he had to teach. The anthros had been busily taking notes even though the first lesson was mostly an introduction to both their new professor and the course he’ll be teaching. The rest of his students had just looked with those focused stares that suggested they were using their implants to take notes - checking the words in the augmented reality overlay before saving it all to their clouds. They had taken a while to file out when the lesson was done, demonstrating polite curiosity for their new teacher and their town’s new resident. Adelaide held back until everyone but the stag was out, intent on walking him out of the classroom since she’d been the one to lead him into it.

“That seemed to go over really well!” she said as Alex slipped his laptop into its bag.

“Surprised?”

“Well no, but… you didn’t have first day jitters or anything.”

“I didn’t really have them on my actual first day as a teacher. Besides, you were a good crowd.”

“Bet it looked weird though. It was mostly two-leggers at your last school, right?”

“One Alsatian sitting on my courses. There were a few other quadrupeds in the student body, but yeah, it looked different at first.” Alex admitted.

“So you wanna grab a coffee to celebrate your first day at work? My treat!” the lioness chirped.

“I’d love a coffee, but I’m not sure how I feel about making one of my students pay my way…”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that! In spite of my casual demeanor, I’m actually a scion of one of Arkdale’s more established families.” she said, making her voice grow pompous as she lifted her muzzle, lidded her eyes and sent her tail through an elaborate swishing routine. Alex wasn’t quite picking up her body language, but the display was over-the-top enough to make him grin.

“Well they don’t pay me well enough to turn down free coffee. So where are we going?”

“A place just off-campus called the Bean Counter. You’ll love it!” Addy insisted, and once they got there Alex really did.

The coffee shop wasn’t ‘students only’ but it was mostly students, some faculty and locals, and mostly four-leggers. The name proved to be pun for the whole family since the little bistro boasted a long counter where customers stood with their forelegs resting on the surface, as well as a plethora of beanbags of all sizes clustered around low tables. He’d been considering if he’d look silly plopping down into a bag in his slacks and shirt but the call was made for him when some of Addy’s friends called her over to the counter.

“You gonna introduce us Addy?” asked one of them, a tigress that made Adelaide look like a kitty-cat. The other one just made doe eyes, which was appropriate since she was a doe, albeit a four-legger.

“Right. This is Alex Olsen, our new history professor and new to town, so you two be nice. And these are Lilly and Yuki…” she said, introducing the tigress and the doe as Alex played the gentleman and shook both a paw and a magenta-painted hoof. He was glad he didn’t get to see what color Lilly’s claws were because the tigress’ paw was even larger than Addy’s and the sight of her claws unsheathing might have been too much for him.

“And you’ll be meeting Matilda once she comes back from the little girls’ room…” the doe said as space was made for him and Addy between them.

“Oooh, she’s here? Oh you’ll love Matilda! She’s a two-legger, just like you…” Addy insisted, and Alex was fairly sure he caught both Lilly and Yuki looking away to hide smiling muzzles. The stag almost asked what was funny because he suspected that the joke was somehow on him but didn’t feel like ruining it.

“You were at my lecture, weren’t you?” he asked the tigress, taking a bit of a gamble. There was a tigress at his lecture, but he wasn’t quite sure it was Lilly and he realized that he might have accidentally said that all quadrupeds look alike to him.

“Yeah. Yuki is the only one of us who doesn’t take history, so she’s doomed to repeat it.” the tigress said, leaning over a large cup and daintily scooping up some foam from the top with her tongue while the doe in question wrapped her lips around a straw and drank from a tall glass of something cold enough to make the outside sweat condensation.

“Yeah Lilly, what did you think about the lecture? Was it good, orrrrrr…?” the lioness trailed off.

“Don’t.” the tigress replied, flicking the tip of her tail against her fellow feline before offering the stag an explanation. “They’re always trying to make me say ‘great’.” she said, pronouncing the word with the shortest ‘r’ possible. “It’s either that or the song from Rocky. You know - the one about the eye?” she asked, rolling the eyes of the tiger. “But juvenile baiting aside, I really enjoyed the lecture. You move around a lot when you talk…”

“I’ve been told. I was in a theater company when I was a student. Never really pursued acting, but some stagecraft came in useful when I found myself with an audience as a teacher.”

“We’ve got one of those - the Headlights. Addy’s in it of course, since acting’s in her blood.” Yuki quipped.

“Headlights?” Alex asked, turning to the lioness.

“A spoof on the famous troupe from Cambridge.” Addy explained.

“Well, the moving around stuff works really well for students like me and Addy…” Lilly said.

“Why is that?”

“Predators.” Yuki said, and elaborated once Alex showed no hint that he knew what she meant. “Their eyes tend to snap-in on moving objects. The hunt instinct is gone, but they still tend to carefully study…”

“So help me God, if you say ‘prey’...” the tigress moaned.

“I wasn’t… I really wasn’t I… uuuugghh!” Yuki groaned in mid-fluster once she caught the smirk the tigress was trying to hide. Even having little exposure to non-anthros Alex knew that insinuating actual feral behavior was, as his students would say - a really bad look.

“Besides Yuki, there were plenty of herbivores there and they were all paying attention to him too. Oh, and speaking of two-legged herbivores, here comes Matilda!” Addy said, making Alexander turn around and smile at who the girls had announced as his ‘fellow two-legger’. The kangaroo in question just gave him a puzzled look…

*******

Alex paused a little as he reached for the doorbell. Reached down, just a little since both bell and knob were lower than he was used to, in order to accommodate small quadrupeds. Being local, Addy lived with her parents in what really was a very nice looking house. Big too, enough to accommodate very, very big cats. He steadied himself for the possibility that Addy’s mother or father might answer the door. She assured him that this being their first date there would be no ‘meeting the parents’ stuff, just a routine pick-up, but the idea of a full grown lion staring at him as he politely inquired about his intentions towards his daughter were… intimidating.

He was looking forward to seeing her, though. During their first few meet-ups he was half-sure she was just being nice to him, maybe even feeling a little sorry for someone who moved into a new place where everyone knows everyone but no one knows him. But Addy wasn’t shy about expressing her interest, to the point that she’d actually asked him when he was going to take her out on a date.

Alex had made inquiries among his new colleagues and was glad to learn that as long as there was no coercion or favoritism, the school didn’t pry into what consenting adults did in their own free time. He rang the bell and wondered if it tolled for him. When the door was opened it was opened by someone he almost mistook for Addy until he realized the lioness looking up at him was considerably younger.

“Hi. You’re Alex right?” asked the lioness, tilting her head quizzically.

“Y-yeah, I’m here to pick up…” he began but didn’t get to finish.

“Mom! Dad! Addy’s teacher is here to talk about her failing grades!” the lioness cried, grinning from ear to ear. Lions can stalk in perfect silence, but he could hear Addy storming down before she snarled down because an angry cat of that size couldn't move in complete silence, even if it tried.

“Melanie I told you what I’d do if I caught you near that door!”

Alex stood frozen, watching the younger lioness’ mad dash out the back door as the sleek form of her sister followed close behind. Feral feline noises seemed to fade into girlish shrieking and giggling after some mad scrabbling followed by the rustle of leafy boughs straining under unaccustomed weight. He peered around the corner and saw Addy stalking under the tree, tail flicking in annoyance and her hackles and muzzle raised.

“Hope you can climb down you little smart-ass, you know the firefighters said you were too old for them to come and get you down anymore!” Addy snarled up before turning her back to the tree her sister had taken refuge in and trotted back towards him.

The transformation from enraged apex-predator to a young woman ready for a night on the town was surreal, especially since Addy had someone do her make-up for tonight and the eye-shadow wasn’t something you'd see on a savage beast. Then again, none of his previous dates had ever made noises like the snarls he could still feel in his bones.

“Sorry about that. You know how it is - parents always spoil the second child rotten. Shall we?” she asked, making Alex realize that he was standing frozen in the doorway.

“Uhh, yeah. You look beautiful, by the way…” he said, in all honesty. Addy wasn’t wearing anything, not counting eye-shadow, but now that it wasn’t bristling in anger it was obvious her fur was freshly groomed.

“Wha… oh yeah, right! Ughhhh, Melanie ruined everything, I was gonna open the door myself and stun you with one look. I was so busy making sure mom didn’t jump you that I forgot about the little furball…” she complained, even though the ‘little furball’ didn’t look more than five years younger than her.

“What about your dad?”

“Daddy? Oh, he’s no problem. I’m daddy’s girl, so if he makes a promise that’s gold, but my mom is devious. I told them both all about you but I just know she would have loved a chance to drill you real quick. Anyway, I assume my carriage awaits?” she asked, and Alex escorted her to the car.

“You want me to put the front seat down for you or…”

“No, I’d prefer the backseat if it's all the same to you. Much roomier.” she said, slipping in once the stag opened the door for her.

By the time he took his seat he could see in the rear-view mirror that Addy had gotten comfy as only a cat can. She practically poured herself into the back-seat, lying almost on her back but still facing him. She caught him looking and writhed a little for effect, showing off how her caramel-tawny fur faded into pristine white along her underside, marred only by the dark spots of her half-hidden nipples.

“Now drive me like one of your French girls!” the cat insisted, starting to purr well before the engine did. After a smooth and short drive Alex finished parking before opening the door for his date. Their restaurant was in ‘historical Downtown Arkdale’ - a trendy pedestrian-only area where a lot of local businesses took advantage of the leisurely foot traffic.

“So… usually when I’m on a date and we’re walking like this we’d hold hands…” Alex ventured as Addy padded alongside him. He was used to a staccato of heels in a scenario like this, but in spite of her size the lioness was ghost-quiet until she chose to speak.

“...and you’re wondering if there’s any way for you could do that with me without me loping awkwardly alongside you on three paws?” the lioness asked, gently bumping against his thigh,

“So, what? I hold your tail?”

“Oooh, listen to you! Well I have no problem with you gripping my tail, but that’s more of a way to finish a date rather than the start of one. And not the first date either!” she said, teasing him as Alex thought of anything but his hand wrapping around the base of Addy’s tail in a more private context because there were quite a lot of people around and his pants would not be able to hide an aroused stag. “Scruff…” Addy said, bringing his thoughts back to her, albeit in a less steamy scenario.

“What?”

“The skin on the back of my neck. Grab a nice handful…”

Feeling a little self-conscious Alex first laid his hand on the back of that long neck, wondering if Addy was being serious and if he’d cause a scandal for walking along the street grabbing one of his students like that. For a moment he was just happy to savor the soft thick coat groomed to perfection and the flow of muscles underneath it before he mustered the courage to get a gentle grip.

“Feels more romantic, doesn’t it?” the lioness asked, eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. Alex had to admit it did, and it didn’t seem to look unusual to the people passing them by. Addy was a local and seemed to know almost everyone, and the first few minutes of their walk were interrupted by a ‘Hi!’ or a ‘Hello!’. But now that he had her scruff he could tell people recognizing Addy were careful not to intrude on them, with recognition signaled and acknowledged by the more subtle means of muzzle tilts and tail flicks.

“So, this is how lionesses carry their cubs?” he asked, still feeling a little awkward because this felt less like holding someone’s hand and more like grabbing someone’s wrist. Still, the feel of Addy’s soft, thick fur against his palm was amazing enough to make him loathe to let go.

“Well, when you’re an adolescent or a surly teen you get yanked by the scruff, but when you’re an actual itty-bitty kitten… see this?” she asked, giving the stag a shock as she pulled back her lips and exposed her teeth. Addy still didn’t have enough years as a coffee-drinker to mar the perfect white color they were flashing. Her muzzle was parted and she was sticking her thick tongue out to the side to show the portion of bare gums behind the long flesh-piercing fangs and the bone-grinding molars.

“A cub’s neck is pretty much the same length as the width of a lioness’ muzzle, so they don’t bother with the scruff. They get your whole neck in their mouth and just carry you around while you’re like…” she trailed off, bending her neck at an awkward angle and rolling her eyes while letting her tongue loll out in a cartoonish impersonation of someone being choked. “It makes a cub feel really safe being carried like that.”

“S-safe?” Alex asked, as the vision of a grown lioness’ jaws hung in his mind, along with a stock-still cub hanging from it.

“Yeah. Shows you how tough your mom is and makes you feel like no one’s gonna mess with you while she’s around. After all, good necks get drooled on, but bad necks get crunched!” she said, smiling and snapping the teeth she was flashing for emphasis.

“Does… the crunch… h-how often?” he asked. He and Addy weren’t yet at the ‘meet the parents’ stage of their relationship, but the stag suddenly found himself dreading the moment it would invariably come to pass.

“Well not often. Pretty much always self-defense. A mugger or something might look at a lioness and think that claws and teeth are like bringing a knife to a gunfight. What they don’t realize that they are the ones bringing a gun to an apex predator fight. So yeah - you could walk arm in arm or hand in hand with a two-legged date, but with a girl like me you got security!” she said, holding her muzzle high until they reached their restaurant.

The “Wok-In” was what Addy had described as ‘the kind of Asian-fusion restaurant every town with a university was mandated by law to have’. Popular, considering the crowd either chowing down or expectantly waiting on their orders. Since there were so few anthro residents, bars and restaurants in towns like Arkdale had chairs lined up against one wall for those who needed them to help themselves, but the tables at the Wok-In were the traditional low kind that two leggers knelt next to or sat cross-legged. Addy sat down on her haunches and Alex was about to take the spot opposite when she stopped him.

“What are you doing? Come here and sit next to me…” she said, swishing her tail to her right to mark the spot. Alex had just only settled down when an anthro squirrel girl came to take their order – omakase sushi for Addy and vegetable tempura for him. She also ordered beers for both of them which arrived before their meal. Alex almost complained that the waitress didn’t bring a glass for Addy ehn the lioness caught the neck of the bottle between her teeth and tipped it back as she gulped. The stag’s bottle was half-way to his glass, but he changed his mind and followed his date’s example.

“So… sushi?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, big surprise - cat likes raw fish. Anyway, this is going to be a special meal…” the lioness insisted.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm-hmm, cause you’re going to feed me! You can use chopsticks, right?” she asked.

“Sure but… really - special?”

“Oh yeah! I mean, even I could take the handle of a fork or spoon between my teeth and feed someone, as long as they weren’t in a hurry to eat or worried about stains. But chopsticks are so complex that it’s like… magic!” she said, an Alex couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not magic!”

“Oh yeah? Then why does it take two wands to make it work?” the lioness challenged.

“I… okay, you got me there.” he acquiesced as they each drank a little more. “So you really weren’t kidding when you said you came from one of Arkdale’s more prestigious families…”

“Oh, you mean the big-ass house? Yeah, we’re a kinda-sorta Hollywood family…”

“Kinda-sorta?”

“Well my mom was in theater but bailed on her career to be a full-time mom, so she’s not quite a celeb. But my grandpa was a pretty big deal back in his day…”

“Which movie was he in?”

“That’s the thing - he wasn’t in a single one, but he roared at the beginning of a bunch of them!” Addy said with a giggle.

“Roar… wait, Leo? Your grandpa’s The Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer lion?” he asked, remembering his childhood and how the manned head would roar out on the big screen before half the movies he went to see.

“Yeah, only one performance but you wouldn’t believe how those royalties kept coming in. He’s not really called ‘Leo’ but he couldn’t use his real name…”

“Which is…?”

“Nigel!”

Their food arrived and was consumed at a leisurely pace, with Alex serving one mouthful to Addy for every one he ate himself. He rather enjoyed the selection of crisp-fried autumn veggies and the lioness beside him seemed to savor her sushi as much as she was savoring being fed with ‘wands’. Delicately placing the morsels on her board tongue meant Alex didn’t have the luxury of trying to ignore her teeth, a sight that still unsettled him even after he’d come to know Addy. Not that it spoiled his evening with a funny and bright feline girl who’d spent the night pressed quite close to him. When he drove her back he escorted her to her front door, casting a glance at the tree that didn’t seem to have a teen lioness meowing for help in its branches.

“Thank you for a lovely evening.” Addy said, very prim and proper. In retrospect that should have been his warning, but Alex was caught off guard when she reared up and planted her paws on his shoulders. Her momentum was enough to pin him to the door as she pressed her muzzle to his, initiating a kiss but eagerly letting herself be kissed once the stag got over his shock. Fishy as her tongue was, it was a wonderful way to wrap up the night…

*******

Third time might indeed be the charm since both the weather and the location of Alex's third date with Addy was nothing short of charming. It was a sunny and warm October, but cold enough that the riverside wasn’t a nightmare of flies, mosquitoes and other buzzing pests. They’d settle down sooner or later, because even though there was no picnic basket in sight, the blanket he was carrying and the convenience store bag filled with snacks and drinks suggested an impromptu picnic in the near future.

“You like it?” the lioness asked, lifting the corners of her muzzle in a smile that didn’t flash her leonine teeth. She knew that still sometimes spooked her stag, and used her ability to spook him judiciously.

“I love it…” Alex said honestly, enjoying both the environment and the company.

“I have to admit I’m a city girl deep down, and not into the whole ‘roughing it’ stuff, but I do like strolling out in nature on a nice day like this.” she said. Alex knew she was probably right about being a city girl, because Arkdale was a ‘city’ to her, just not a ‘big city’. But the sleek lioness looked absolutely in her element, with only the warm smile and the glitter of sentience behind her eyes to differentiate her from her feral ancestors. “You can’t go on walks like this in the big city, can you?”

“Well, we have parks, but they tend to be crowded on a nice day like this…” he admitted. The Miller River boasted a stretch of sandy beach that Arkdale residents flocked to in the summer months, but this part just sloped down into a curtain of reeds. The only other people they’d run into were a family of otters down for a little fishing, without a single rod among them. Addy brought his attention back to her by springing nimbly in front of him casting a glance over her shoulder as she flicked her tail a few times.

“So, this might be… unsubtle but I gotta ask you - what does it mean to you when I run in front of you like this?”

“Mean? I guess I just thought you were leading the way…” he said, and wondered why the lioness found it amusing enough to giggle at.

“We’re going up the path, and then we’ll go down it, it doesn't really take a native guide to show you the way…”

“Okay, so what are you doing?”

“The only thing I can, since your chin is way, way up there.”

“I… still don’t get what you mean.” the stag said honestly.

“Okay, well you’ve been teaching me a lot so I guess it’s time I taught you something. First let’s get off the trail and get the blanket down.” she said, continuing after the heavy fabric had settled on the grass. “Okay, now get on all fours.”

“You mean…”

“Yes, on all fours. Like a normal person…” Addy insisted and Alex had to smirk at her tone. But smirk or not he still got on her level.

“There, now just look straight ahead at the opposite bank…”

“Okay, what am I supposed to be looking a-” Alex started to ask when Addy interrupted by pushing her head under his chin and walking under it. It was done in the blink of an eye, her whole back rubbing against his throat as she moved with her typical feline fluidity. When she turned to face him, she looked triumphant.

“That! That’s the look! Okay, now what’s your ‘take-away’ from that?” she said, using the term Alex was so fond of using when lecturing.

“Hmmmm… affection. My throat was exposed which was me being vulnerable, and you took that opening with a gentle non-violent gesture. Stroking body-contact is calming… and there’s some of your fur that rubbed off under my jaw that I can still smell, and that smell would make me more likely to think about you.”

“Very good! So you picked up on that one right away, but me dashing in front of you…nothing?” she asked, moving back and forth ahead of the kneeling stag and enjoying the way his eyes followed her.

“Affection?”

“Try ‘seduction’! It’s kind of the cleaned-up version of what a lioness would do to signal a male that he made the cut - getting in front of him, going prone and lifting her tail. But the whole thing is a little less than ladylike, so us girls settle for just the first part.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot clearer in hindsight.”

“It should be! I’ve been giving you quite a sight of my hind. But I gotta say, I’m loving the way you look right now…”

“On my knees in front of you?” Alex quipped with an arched brow.

“Eye-level. Don’t get me wrong, a tall male is a real turn on. With you towering over me I feel very dainty and girly…” insisted the apex predator who outweighed him by at least sixty pounds. “But when I get you down to my level I can do things like this…” she said, lunging with her muzzle and pressing her mouth to his. Alex’s last sight before he closed his eyes was Addy doing the same, looking awfully demure as she flicked her ears back. Cocky as she was, the lioness gave him the initiative after a few flicks of her tongue that served to tease his out. He reached out with one hand to cup her cheek, instantly feeling the lioness lean into his touch.

He tried to focus on how genuinely sweet and responsive the lioness was, how her muffled moans made his ears flicker and how sweet she tasted as they kissed. He tried to ignore the hard lengths of her canines that his tongue was brushing against. He let his hoof-nailed fingers trace the line of her jaw, traveling up to the base of one folded ear before running back down. Touch wasn’t just pleasantly affectionate to Addy, it was thrilling and exotic, something that was easy to accept rationally but hard to truly grasp. Every pubescent who gets to feel someone else’s fingers on their body has had plenty of experience with their own exploring everything within reach, but he was Addy’s first biped. When she broke their kiss she rubbed her face against the side of his, bringing her muzzle close to his ear before husking into it.

“You wanna lose the clothes? I promise to keep you warm…”

“Here?” he asked, casting his eye for somewhere less open.

“Here. As in we’re-the-only-ones here…” she said, once again running her back under his chin, finishing with her tail coiling briefly around his neck. The whole thing was more intense now that he knew it for what it was, and their kiss seemed to have made Addy’s scent more pronounced.

He knew that the more quadrupeds a community had, the less up-tight they were about nudity in general, and nudity in an out of the way place like this wouldn’t be a big deal even if he was seen. But after the little primer he was reading Addy's body language better, and as he shimmied out of his jeans he doubted things would stop at a bit of nudism.

Without being told, Alex went down on his knees, but stayed upright rather than getting on all fours. He still stood a little taller than Addy, but not by much. Not enough to keep anything she was interested in out of easy reach. She kept her eyes on him as she circled him twice, rubbing herself against him and no doubt leaving more of her fur on his. Quadrupeds had keen noses, and until he got a chance to shower everyone he walked by would know he’d been with her. He laid his hand on her when she came ‘round from behind his back, smoothing her fur as the lioness stood beside him and angled her head down between his legs. For a second it seemed a bit forward before he remembered she didn’t have hands, and that she would have her own way of giving him a fondle. For now it seemed to consist of her rubbing her muzzle against his privates, sniffing strongly enough for her breath to tickle. He ran his hand along her back, smoothing down her fur and letting his palm rest on her nauches as she pushed her nose under his sheath and against his sack.

Even though he’d been expecting it, the feline tongue lifting his testes still made him groan, the leonine ears flicking and letting him know his reaction had not escaped notice. She began to lick both his sack and the fat sheath above it, her raspy tongue making a strange silky sound as it gave him a very intimate grooming. His hand moved to the base of her tail, hard fingertips scritching away at the thick fur and getting the cat to moan into his crotch.

As his rosy erection began to peek out, he knew Addy wouldn’t miss it. He’d tensed up when her tongue traveled up his sheath and kept going, but he was worried about nothing. Addy seemed well aware of the rough texture of her tongue and how it felt on anything more sensitive than fur covered skin, which made sense since she could no doubt reach her own privates. The image of a young Addy exploring her body by administering autocunnilingus helped his cock clear his sheath as much as the lioness’ actual coaxing. Her licks were still intense, but as long as she used a light touch Alexander was more than happy to let her lick. Through most of it she’d either demurely closed her eyes or looked up at him with a twinkle in them, but as more and more of his erection slid out she was going cross-eyed as she focused on the rosy-pink length of cervine cock. Once he was all out, Addy actually took a step back to take him in.

“Wow, you… you're kinda big…” she said, her tail flicking anxiously, as far as the stag could tell.

“You know… I’m not going to expect you to do anything that you… can’t…” Alex said, hoping he didn’t sound cocky. If he was being honest, he was glad there was something about him that intimidated the girl who was larger and stronger than he could ever hope to be.

“What makes you think I can’t? You’re big, but I’m a big cat. I know for a fact I can accommodate more than just lions and tigers…”

“...bears?” he quipped before he could stop himself.

“No, canines. My favorite toy’s modeled after a Great Dane and I can deal with all of it except the knot. Still, you’ve got Fido beat by several inches…” she said, getting in close to sniff and lick at the shaft that had so impressed her.

“You can use sextoys?”

“Provided they have a suction-cup base, yes - I can and do.” she explained, running her tongue gently along the underside of her teacher’s cock. “Anyway, it’s only our third date, isn’t it a little soon for you to be quite literally sizing me up?”

“I like to plan ahead…” he replied, ignoring the fact that she was the one who brought up size.

“...and to worry about my limitations? After all, everyone knows cat boys aren’t really all that hung, so naturally us kitties have the tightest, snuggest little pussies around, hmm?” she teased, rubbing the side of her muzzle against Alex’s erection and teasing him mercilessly as her whiskers tickled the bare flesh of his shaft.

“So it’s not true?”

“It kinda is. It’s not impossible for me to take you… most of you, at least, but it’s going to take patience so that you don’t hurt poor little me…” she cooed, giving him another lick that had him twitching as pre leaked down and trickled along the bared cervine cock.

“Wouldn’t dream of it…” Alex said, in complete honesty. Pain could trigger certain reflexive, involuntary reactions, possibly involving swipes of powerful limbs with razor-sharp claws.

“But there’s a way I can easily accommodate a big buck such as yourself. When I raise my tail for you it’s going to be my turn to be vulnerable and put a lot of trust in you, but now…” she trailed off, licking her lips and exposing her teeth as she did.

“You mean…”

“Yeah, you know the circus act - where the guy puts his head in the lion’s mouth?”

“Shouldn’t I have a whip and a chair for that?”

“You’d use them on wittle ol’ me?” Addy asked, folding her ears and giving him her best sad kitty look.

“I guess that would show a lack of trust…”

“Good. Now I don’t really want to get into details, but don’t worry - I’m experienced enough in this to know that you’ll be fine. Just relax and let me do all the work, and while I’m working, get creative with those hands - pet me, cup me cheek, scratch behind the ears… because this is going to be better for you if I’m feeling happy and loved while I do it, and those fingers of yours are magic!”

With that said, Addy opened her muzzle, not bothering to hide those magnificent teeth of hers as she moved her mouth over the stag’s tip. Alex was torn between the fear that fanged maw elicited, but also driven to madness by Addy’s expert teasing. His herbivore instincts insisted he run away while his masculine instincts insisted he grab the big kitty by the ears and shove himself down her throat, teeth be damned.

Felines and canines didn’t have lips in the sense herbivores did - the kind that were meant for plucking vegetation but did such a good job of sliding over teeth and wrapping around throbbing shafts. Then again, the rows of teeth between the flashy fangs were tiny and she did a good job of keeping them away as she let him slide across her tongue, unfurling it like a red carpet for his cock. No lips wrapped around him would mean less stimulation, but the moment he slid several inches in, she pinned his cock to the roof of her mouth with that tongue and her ears flicked as they caught a very telling groan.

The flick of her ears reminded him that his much valued hands were fisted at his sides and that he wasn’t pulling his weight as promised. As she took him into the back of her throat, he let his fingers wander, petting, scratching and stroking the lioness pushing her muzzle closer to his crotch. There were no lips to wrap around him, but she’d easily taken all of him, with the inches sheathed down her throat being massaged every time she swallowed. It was several seconds into that intimate suckling that it happened.

This was what Addy had meant about doing a better job if she felt ‘happy and loved’. Happy, loved, and purring like a kitten… except she wasn’t purring like a kitten, but more like a Harley Davidson! The deep revs had a back-and-forth sound to them and sat very pleasantly in his big ears, but that wasn’t what had made the stag tense up. It wasn’t just that he could feel the vibrations around his shaft, even though he very much could. But the revving wasn’t just wrapping itself around his erection the way the feline mouth was, but actually traveling up his length and into his body. It was intense, almost invasive, and like nothing Alex had ever experienced. Looking down he saw Addy with her eyes closed, her ears folded and her muzzle closed gently around him, looking beautiful and innocent as she purred around him. He remembered to move his hands along that sweet face, scratching and caressing and ensuring that the big kitty stayed in the head-space that was making her rev around him.

Addy kept him deep, her throat squeezing around the inches of cervine meat stuck inside it as her tongue snaked out. His sack had pulled up and was within reach of it, the subtle bit of stimulation lost in the purring that felt like it was rattling his brain loose. It felt so intense that Alex was sure that if someone was to touch a tip of his antlers they would feel the vibrations traveling through him. Addy’s face was pushed into his crotch but her shapely rear was high, the raised tail going through a slow, sinuous motion that didn’t need an explanation. There was a scent coming through over the smell of the grass crushed under them and the wet breeze blowing from the river, a scent rising through the fragrance of the lioness’ shampoo. The swishing of her tail gently stirred the air and brought the sweet musk of a horny kitty to his flaring nostrils.

“Addy… oh God… I… I’m close…” he grunted, surprised at just how strained his voice was. Her eyes fleshed up at him as the lioness pointedly kept her face in his crotch before she demurely closed them and flicked her ears back.

She didn’t want him holding back and so Alex didn’t. He gripped her head but managed to restrain himself from thrusting into her muzzle. With a groan he felt his balls pulse and his cock throb in the vibrating confines of the purring. He’d expected the purring to stop once he started spraying his load down that tight throat, but Addy had no trouble swallowing everything a stag could give her while revving eagerly around him. He realized how silly the idea was since kittens purred while nursing, and Addy seemed to be doing just that, albeit without a trace of innocence. She pulled off his shaft only once he was empty and it was with some satisfaction that Alex noted that she looked out of breath.

“Wow… you pent up or just… productive?” she asked.

“A little bit of both, I guess. I’m also grateful…”

“Yeah? How grateful?” the lioness purred, circling around him and rubbing her body against his as she did.

“Stop moving around and I’ll show you…”

“What, stop just because you asked nicely?” she asked, strutting around and giving him flashes of her rear - tail raised and her arousal very obvious.

“I’m a nice guy…”

“Yeah, but you’re a big, tall stag. So why are you acting like Bambi?”

“Bambi, huh? So…something like this?” he said, taking a gamble and reaching out to grab her scruff. Her gasp and the shudder of her tail told him he was right on the money.

“That’s… a good start…” Addy said, trying to sound cocky and aloof while her breathy tone betrayed her excitement.

Alex upped the ante by slowly pushed her head down until her chin was flat against the blanket, her rear still high in the air. If Alex were to sit on her shoulders and use both arms to hold her head down he_ might_ have had a chance of actually pinning a lioness like Addy. But she was acting as if his hold on her was iron, as if she were at his mercy. It was fantasy, the symbolic gestures fulfilling a very real need - the drive to submit only to a male who demonstrated strength.

Alex was sure that letting Addy go before he was done with her would spoil the mood she was in, and he could hardly get his face between her legs while holding her scruff. But he had fingers, and she seemed thrilled to feel them behind her ears, so he doubted she’d be disappointed to feel them further down her tawny body. He let his hoof-nailed fingertips make furrows in that lush fur as he dragged a hand down her back, feeling the muscles twitch in response to his touch her tail now raised high and trembling. Addy gasped when he scratched the base of it and made a strange frustrated noise when her stag let his hand slip down her haunch and then slide back up along her belly. It was a little cruel to tease her like this, but she did call him ‘Bambi’ and Alex wasn’t about to just let that slide.

He did it a few more times, savoring the feel of her fur and the difference of the sleek hairs on her back and the soft fluff along the underside. When Addy started making actual mrowling noises he figured he’d pushed her far enough. He let his hand slip under her raised tail, brushing across the smooth pucker clenching on reflex and settling on the wet heat that was a lot more welcoming.

Addy murred as she pushed her rump a little against his palm and Alex was tempted to just slowly explore the little vulva that seemed so delicate on a feline as powerful as Addy. But she was being impatient and impertinent by pushing back against him in a way that felt a lot like provocation. He pressed a hoof-nailed tip in the tiny dripping cleft, hesitating for a second before he jammed it in all the way.

“Dhhhhaaaahhh… d-don’t…” she mewled and Alex had his finger half-way out before he responded.

“Sorry I…” he began but stopped when the lioness clenched around his digit and lashed her tail.

“N-no! Dooohh…don’t…” she repeated, but this time Alex read her right.

It was “don’t stop”, and the reason Addy couldn’t say it was that she was riding out an orgasm that the stag suspected had caught both of them by surprise. There was no mistaking it now, not with his finger where it was. She was snug and he could both see and feel her leonine pussy flexing around his digit as she tried to pull him back in. He pushed his finger back into the tight heat of the lioness, gently probing around as he admired Addy’s sleek body in the throes of ecstasy, from her raised haunches, up her toned back and raised muzzle to…

Heavy paws, fingers splayed and claws unsheathed as they poked effortlessly through the thick blanket. That wiped the smirk off his muzzle, and made his finger freeze in its exploration of the lioness’ honeypot. Even though he stood taller than her, he knew she was heavier and stronger than he was. She was also faster than he could ever hope to be, but she was also so sweet and bright that he never really considered it. But her teeth and these claws were a very firm reminder that Addy was someone who was always armed. She was shaped by nature to be a peerless killing machine, and only shaped by society into a smart, sexy young woman.

He brought his eyes back to her raised rump and the soft bits of the lioness that were at his mercy. After her climax subsided he could move his finger in and out with ease, the digit coming away drenched and slick as he fingered his big kitty. A minute later he was pushing a second one in, and the ease with which Addy took it made him feel like she wasn’t bragging about having big toys. By the time he had three fingers in she sounded like she was on the verge of another orgasm and he was once again hard as a rock and eager to feel what his fingers were feeling.

She didn’t complain when he released her scruff, but he made sure to grab the base of her tail the moment he was crouched behind her. With a firm grip on her he used his free hand to guide his tip to the leonine pussy that was once again so ridiculously tiny that it looked like it had no hope of taking him. Alex could slide into a doe with his hands on the mattress and her eyes on hers, but it took both hands and all of his attention to push his glans where it needed to be, and careful pressure to get Addy to open up from him without him slipping off-target.

“Mrrrraaahhh!”

“You okay?” Alex asked, barely catching enough breath to speak as the tightens of a bog cat’s small pussy engulfed his tip.

“K-keep… mhoooore…” Addy insisted, her tone a little growly but not pained. At least not in any way that made her want to stop him or slow him down.

Alex was going slow, for both her sake and his. He was glad she’d just blown him because otherwise just sliding in would have made him pop. The tightness and the heat of the lioness were enough to make his jaw clench and his cock throb even though he only had about three inches of it inside her. He could see muscles bulging under the fur covering Addy’s shoulders and he did his best to avoid looking at what he was sure were still unsheathed claws.

She was doing her best to relax, and working patiently the stag was sinking more and more of himself, even if it was slower than with any woman he’d been with before. Even though she was wrapped tight around him he knew Addy could handle his girth, but length was another matter entirely. After she’d taken half of him he felt confident enough to thrust without worrying that the tight leonine cunny would push him out. Thrust by shallow thrust he managed to work maybe six inches into her before he caught her wincing and decided not to bother with the remaining three.

Addy didn’t seem to be in a purring state of mind, and as the stag behind her kept rutting her as best as her body would allow the noises of a young woman being fucked slowly merged into the noises of a lioness being mated. If his head was still doing the thinking, her growls would have unsettled Alex, but he had the lioness by the tail and felt like the last thing he should do was to let go or even slow down.

The wetness was helping – a steady stream of feline honey being pushed out of that snug kitty-slit every time he filled her up. He could feel his tip hitting bottom and knew it was only his grip on the base of Addy’s tail that kept him from bouncing her rump as he thrust into her. The noises were becoming more intense as the lioness worked herself to a proper climax. Alex knew he wasn’t hurting her, knew that this is something that they both desperately wanted at this moment, but the snarls and roars were reaching something in his brain, something that has making his hands shake even as he gripped the tail and ass of the apex predator stuffed with his cock.

He didn’t really have the faculties to process it – being fiercely attracted to Addy at the same time something insisted he get away from her. But in spite of his grip and the dominance that penetrating someone so intimately inspired he saw the sham of it written in the flow of muscle under the lioness sleek fur. Feeling her around him as he rutted was heaven, but her body was something that could so easily send him there, without any hope of escape or resistance. It was almost like having sex with someone who was pointing a loaded gun at you, his life being in her hands as surely as her rump was in his.

Her cry almost cut through him – the sharp snarling meow accompanied by teeth flashing in her raised muzzle. She gripped him then, and all fear fled through him as another instinct rose to the surface. On retrospect it seemed insane, but hindsight was a hell of a thing. As the very obviously climaxing feline snarled and clenched around him he gave her tail a yank and sank his fingers through soft fur and into the firm muscle of her haunch. Addy’s long, low mrowl mixed with his groan as the stag’s sack pulled up and began to empty in the pulsing love-tunnel vibrating with every bestial noise the lioness made.

After the first few ropes the stuffed kitty-cunny couldn’t hold anything more, and even after having spent himself in her throat, a stag in his sexual prime still had a lot to give. Alex felt his seed gush around his throbbing shaft and soak into the fur of his crotch and abs, his grip on Addy’s still hard as her noises segued back into something girly rather than bestial. When she turned around to look at him, the idea that she was anything other than a young woman suddenly seemed absurd and Alexander could have convinced himself then and there that the whole thing had been a paranoid delusion, until he saw the rents in the blanket where Addy’s claws had pierced it.

“Hooooowww…wow. That was… and I didn’t even… how much?” the lioness asked, her breathy tone making her seem more vulnerable and making Alex feel like a brute for still gripping her tail and rear as hard as he was.

“’Bout… two thirds.” He said, watching where his cock stuck out of the cat’s messy slit, only starting to soften now that she’d stopped milking it.

“Fuck… gonna have to up my game.” Addy said, not sounding like she was too upset with herself for not taking all of him. It was only than that Alex realized he was still gripping her pretty hard. He released her tail and gently pulled himself out, watching the leonine pussy cling to him until his glans slipped free and her body gave up every drop of his seed that it couldn’t hold.

“Sorry if I got a little rough…”

“Don’t be. You gotta do something to a cat if you don’t have barbs…” she said, keeping her tail up and away from the mess.

“So what – no pain, no gain?”

“Pretty much. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not asking you to hurt me, just to make it hurt a little. Otherwise it’s like… just really, really intimate cuddling. I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“No, you…” Alex began to lie, but the smirk on the lioness’ muzzle told him not to bother. “…didn’t scare me away.”

“Yeah, I can tell. Am I as messy as I feel?”

“Yeah I guess I got carried away. Inter species sex is always safe, but condoms have other practical uses…”

“So this is the point where a four-legged gentleman would take care of things himself…” Addy said, licking her chops with that big leonine tongue for emphasis and persisting just enough to savor the expression on the Stag’s face. “But you’ve got those magic fingers, and the water isn’t too cold this time of year. So come on and help me wash, and then you can dry me off with the blanket…” she said, and as he did Alex tried not to dwell too much on the perfectly clean rents caused by nothing more than Addy unsheathing her claws.

*******

“This is a nice place…” Addy said, padding around Alex’s living room after he gave her a brief tour.

“You know, that wouldn’t have sounded patronizing if I hadn’t seen your mansion.” The stag said with a smirk.

“It’s not a mansion, there are no mansions in Arkdale!” she said, and even though he was being coy, Alex really did like the little on-campus house. “At least you got this all to yourself. No parents, no sneaky little sister. I keep telling Melanie that curiosity killed the cat but she doesn’t seem to believe I’d really do it…”

“You got a point. And the university even waived the first year’s lease.”

“Yeah, and it will look really better once you get properly settled in. Speaking of which, did you get a package from me?”

“So that was from you? I’m not much of a drinker, so I was surprised to get an online-shopping-drunk delivery…” he said, omitting the fact that he’d never drank enough to order what was in the box he was even now reaching for.

“Yeah, we ferals always show up empty-handed since we don’t even have hands, but neural-implants and online shopping go a long way in helping us not look like cheapskates…”

“Okay, so what exactly am I looking at?” Alex said, holding up the heavy length of… colorful fabric.

“It’s a rag-rug. A rug made of rags. Or rather scraps of fabric of different colors all woven together. It’s made of recycled materials, comfortable but also very hardy and durable. Enough not to get torn to shreds by say… a big cat’s claws?” she said as Alex examined the big square of heavy fabric in a new light. He felt relieved because the thing had every color in existence incorporated into it and in such a way that it clashed with everything in his house as well as itself. But it did look heavy and sturdy and esthetics aside he could see how it could have a… practical application.

“I can see how it might come in handy…”

“Yeah, and I chose the ugliest one I could find!” the lioness chirped happily, confirming the suspicion Alex was to polite to voice.

“Why?”

“So you wouldn’t be tempted to actually keep it on the floor or over your couch! This thing’s tough but it’s going to get some very suggestive wear and tear as our relationship continues. The more god-awful it looks, the more you’ll be motivated to keep it a dirty, shameful secret.”

With the principles of the rag-rug explained, Alex threw it over the couch before they both settled down on it – him sitting facing the TV, and with Addy sitting on it facing him, because leaning back with her legs dangling down wasn’t something even a feline quadruped’s body was comfortable with. And with her facing him it wasn’t a surprise they were kissing seconds after sitting down. Once again, the big kitty was letting her stag take charge, purring as daintily as she could as he ran his hands across her head and neck. Lulled into a false sense of safety and dominance, he was caught off guard when the mischievous feline planted her paws on his shoulder and pushed him down. Alex might have believed it an accident of a female who didn’t know her strength if not for the smirk on her muzzle.

“So are you gonna say it or am I?” Alex asked as the surprisingly heavy lioness held his shoulders down with her forepaws.

“What? Pinned ya?” she asked, doing a decent imitation of a cub-Nala voice.

“Something wrong with being compared to Nala?”

“Well… she’s cute, don’t get me wrong, but the franchise has sexier females to offer…”

“Let me guess… your fave is Vitani?”

“Close!” Addy said, booping his muzzle with a massive paw with the softest, silkiest pads. “It’s Zira! Bad-ass leonine dommy-mommy, how is she not the best? I mean I’m not really into girls, but ohmygosh, I am so gay for her!” Addy gushed, almost bouncing with excitement, and considering she was bouncing on Alex’s crotch the excitement was infectious.

“Original or two-legged remake?”

“Well… the original is the better movie overall, but I gotta go with anthro Zira. That part of the song where she delivers the ‘lust for being bad!’ line and her frickin’ claws gouge a cave wall? Fuck, that is sooo metal! I even have the R-rated version of the movie where they don’t censor out the fun bits to look like just more fur…”

“…so kids won’t get emotionally scarred watching a movie where a parent gets murdered in front of their child…” Alex added.

“I know, right? Anyway, the actress really got into that scene because if you freeze frame when she’s leaning forward with her paws against the stone you can totally see how hard her nipples got. They’re like… pow, pow!” Addy insisted, patting Alex’s right pec and then his left one as if he had a leonine MILF’s rack.

“These remind me…” he said, patting the paws once again resting against his chest. “I, uhhh… kinda got something for you.” He said, trying not to sound as nervous about broaching this as he was, but an exchange of gifts gave the stag a good opportunity to do it casually.

“Really? You’re not just saying that to get a heavy kitty off of you?” she asked, either squirming anxiously on top of the stag or getting comfy.

“Well, obviously you have to let me up so I can get it…” he said. Addy slid off him with feline grace, and while it was a little easier to breathe without the big cat laying on top of him he found himself immediately missing the warmth of her sleek body.

The lioness lay on the floor and covered her eyes with her paws, tail swishing eager behind her as she awaited her surprise. Alex wished he shared her enthusiasm, but he was worried that the ‘gift’ he got for her might sour the mood. After the talk and the cuddling he felt ridiculous for buying the damned things, but he remembered his new girlfriends claws unsheathing in the throes of passion and figured that it was better to be safe than sorry. So he grabbed the damned things and hoped for the best as he walked back to the living room.

“Okay, you can open your eyes.” He said, and saw the feline gaze fix itself firmly on the black bar and the two leather ‘mittens’ fixed to either end. He’d researched his own situation, and there was a line of… safety-apparel for large predator species.

“Whoa, are those… oooohhh, you’re kinky!” Addy said, eyes wide as she strode forward to get a better look. Alex winced and folded his ears at the accusation since he wasn’t quite sure if the whole ‘safety’ stuff wasn’t just a gimmick to sell fetish-ware. But the parts that would encase Addy’s paws was made of very heavy, very tough leather, so he figured it might be a little bit of both.

“Kinky, huh?”

“Well yeah. After all, the only other explanation is that a big, antler-crowned stag like you got scared of being scratched by a kitty while playing around.”

“Nah, I’m just very kinky… and brave, obviously.”

“Yeah, try that on someone who can’t smell fear…” she said, batting at one of the mittens and watching it dangle from the end of the black rod. “But for the record, do you think you were the only one who was anxious about how the two of us would work out?”

“You mean my blunt teeth, moderate jaw strength and completely smooth fingertips?”

“Uhhh-huhh… and what about a doe-poker that’s three times as big as a male my species?” she asked, paying a paw on Alex’s crotch in case she was being too subtle.

“Ohh, that…”

“Yeah, that! I was honestly looking into buying you one of those pocket-pussy things. You know – the ones with wholes on both ends? I read online that you can put it on a big-boy to kinda give him less to work with.”

“So did it get lost in the mail, or…?”

“I didn’t order it, as a matter of fact. When we had our river-side date I was sure we’d fool around but I didn’t think we’d go all the way. But after what happened, I’m convinced that I don’t need it. Don’t get me wrong, you’re scary big… kinda. But you were gentle enough to convince me that I’m safe with you?”

“Really? I don’t think I’ve ever been rougher with a girl…”

“What, you mean the scruffing, ass-grabs and tail-pulls? That’s just a bit of spice, the worst you could have done was give me a bruise. But what you’re packing could have meant a super-awkward trip to the ER if you hadn’t been gentle with me.”

“Well, now I feel kind of bad for not having the same faith in you, so maybe I just better send these back…”

“No you won’t! These things look frickin’ awesome, we can at least try them out. Plus, if I’m wearing these I don’t have to be careful and I can really get all snarly and struggle. I won’t have to hold myself back!” she said, eyeing the restraints as her tail lashed excitedly.

“So that kind of dominant stuff really does it for you?”

“I’m a cat – sue me! Or better yet, let’s test out both of our gifts and we’ll see if I’m the only one here with a BDSM fetish…” she challenged.

Fastening the mittens proved easy, and Addy learned that she could even move around while wearing it, albeit awkwardly. But as advertised, the heavy-duty leather kept her from unsheathing her claws, which left only the ones on her hindlegs and her impressive teeth to worry about. Alex spread the rag-rug across the couch and the moment he did Addy mounted it, resting her forepaws and chin on the backrest and planting her legs on the rug-covered cushions, just far enough apart to put her rear level with the stag’s crotch.

Alex wasted no time getting out of his clothes but took his time with the bound feline. He took position behind Addy, with his sheath pressed up against her privates as he ran his hand up her sides, mussing up her fur before sleeking it down. Since the lioness was still in a kitty-cat mood he leaned over her and tilted her head to the side. The long, muscular neck made it easy for them to kiss even given their position, the foreplay still quite tame even though the emerging length of cervine cock suggested it wouldn’t last long.

“R-remember – gentle only where it counts…” Addy panted, and Alex took that as an opportunity to grab a fistful of scruff and press her muzzle to his.

He ground his hips against her rear, the emerging cock slipping down to rub against the soft fur of her belly, occasionally grazing a partially hidden feline nipple and making him groan into their kiss. Not that he could be heard over Addy’s purring, which was strong enough to rattle his tonsils as they kept their mouths pressed together. He slid one hand down and pushed two fingers in, feeling the lioness shudder under him but arch her back to let him in deeper. He worked fast but diligently, knowing how tight she’d be even after he put in the work to loosen her up. He stopped when Addy actually began humping back into his now drenched hand, figuring they had both waited as much as they could. With her front half laid out on top of the backrest he kept a good, firm grip on her scruff, pushing her down as he gripped his erection and began to guide himself in.

The purring stopped and was replaced with low growling noises, signaling the lioness’ impatience as much as the lashing of her tail. After getting swatted across the muzzle by her tufted tip the second time Alex released his shaft and grabbed the base seeing teeth flash as Addy let out a growl. With no hands free he jabbed away at the tiny leonine vulva, smearing her wetness across his glans and his own over the fur surrounding her pussy as he tried to sink himself in. Her squirming wasn’t helping, so the stag gripped her tail hard and gave it a good firm yank, enough to make the feline ass freeze.

Just long enough for his tip to strike home and just barely push apart Addy’s ridiculously tiny labia. He nudged in a little more, feeling his blunt tip almost slip out and away, but at just the right moment the supposedly feisty kitty relaxed and let two inches of stag spear her. Just as tight and hot as he remembered, and just as loud getting spread open. He could hear the links connecting the leather mittens to the spreader bar rattle as his lioness mock-struggled, the pain/pleasure cocktail her body demanded waking up the beast within her.

Her muzzle was open, parted just enough to give him a glimpse of her teeth as she growled low and slow, the leonine face twisting into a snarl as he bucked and gave her another inch of thick, throbbing stag cock. Long, flawless teeth flashed as she twisted her head to one side, prompting Alex to tighten his grip on her scruff. The knowledge that this wasn’t actually a feral beast but a beautiful, bright girl who just so happened to be shaped like one didn’t stop adrenaline from rushing down his veins. It was an insane thrill, the idea that he was actually holding on for dear life as he held the noisy cat down, all the while working to sink as much of himself as he could into the tight heat of her sex.

Her roars rumbled through her body as much as her purrs did, and whenever she made what he was hoping were mock-lunges she’d tighten up around him. He’d hold still whenever she did, and only push into her when her cunny grew slack, or at least slack enough to let him slide in. Their first time on that riverbank had been wild and impulsive, not to mention in public, but now they’d worked things out and were in private with all the time in the world.

Alex was pacing himself for his sake as well as hers, even though he was fairly certain Addy had cum once already, with about half of him sheathed inside her. He’d shift his hips every now and again, looking for good angles and gently making her body adjust to more than it was designed to take. When he felt like he’d reached her limit he looked down to fond that he’d worked a little more in than the first time. The stag chose to see that as progress and reversed his momentum, pulling out slowly and coaxing a slow, growly meow form Addy.

She was wrapped tight enough around him to cling and for her folds to wipe his shaft clean of their juices, the same ones that squelched out when he drove himself back in. He pulled out again and subjected the lioness to something her body wasn’t ever meant to process – the long, slow strokes of a shaft completely devoid of barbs. The pull-outs seemed to frustrate her, but the plunges got her thrashing and making weird noises, especially when Alex tilted himself just right to graze her sweet-spot. Sometimes she’d go stock still, almost like she was submitting to his whims but then she would try and twist, rattling the chains of her restraints and forcing him to grip and tug. Not to mention that whenever she did that she’d clench hard enough to stop him in his tracks as he fought the urge to cum and breed the pugnacious kitty.

Alex found his thrusts growing shorter along with his patience. The next time he bottomed out he pulled only about two inches of his cock out before pushing back in, changing the tempo into a fast, rapid humping that was more like something a lion would provide. He lacked the barbs but he had enough length and girth to make this suitably intense, as evident by the muscles standing out under Addy’s fur as his feline lover tensed.

He could see her forepaws flexing and knew that thee mittens were being put through their stress-test. After another jab against the lioness’ cervix he felt one of her legs kick out, raking the empty air behind him. He hooked his hand under the leonine thigh and leaned down until he was resting his full weight on top of Addy, never once flattering in his short but deep jabs. She was revving up, low and deep growls that he knew would break into that ear-splitting leonine yowl that would announce her climax.

He kept her pinned, thrusting hard and showing no fear, even when teeth flashed and Addy bit into a mouthful of that gaudy rag. She looked terrifying and beautiful with her eyes scrunched up, the perfect white of her teeth flashing and her ears flicked back. He shifted his arm a little up her hindleg, running it along her underbelly until he found what he was looking for. One tiny feline nipple, one good pinch and Addy spat out the mouthful of rug as she screamed out her climax. Her stag kept a good firm grip on her, but he couldn’t keep a grip on himself once her pussy started milking him.

He leaned forward enough to nip one folded ear with his blunt teeth as he felt himself release deep inside the growling cat’s body, the cream soothing his kitty so that by the time he was done squirting she was purring. He stayed in her, and on her as they both caught their breath, his hands working to loosen the straps around her mittens as he pulled the restraints off her. Addy purred louder once they were off, flexing first her left paw and then the right as she showed off her claws to the stag growing soft inside her.

“I wasn’t expecting that kick…” Alex said, giving her neck a nuzzle.

“I wasn’t expecting that pinch. Didn’t think you’d notice them. It’s not like I have much in the way of tits…” she panted.

“Are you kidding? You’ve got six of them!” the stag said, making the lioness laugh hard enough to push his softened cock out of her.

******

“You know I like your fingers just fine, right?” Addy asked, turning around to face him rather than his sheath as they lay on the stag’s bed covered by the now familiar but still godawful rag-rug.

“I know. I just want a taste…”

“Some herbivore you are. But fair warning - I can reach that spot with my own tongue and I’d been reaching it since I hit puberty, so the bar for oral is set pretty high…”

“Noted…” the stag replied, still admiring the sight of the leonine tush presented for him as Addy feasted her own eyes on his privates. She had her paws on the mattress on either side of his hips to thoughtfully carry some of her weight, but the tawny behind was resting entirely on his chest - hot, heavy and heaven to touch. Alex was still taking in the sight of the presented leonine ass when Addy started to sing.

“In the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight…” the very much awake lioness sang, her tail twitching in time to the rhythm. He could feel every breath of every word against that portion of his cock that had slipped the sheath and realized she must be singing into it like it was a microphone. He laid his hands on the perky rump and gave it a good enough squeeze for his hoof-nailed fingers to dig into the soft flesh, but it still didn’t put Addy off her beat.

“Ooh, in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight!” she resumed, this time gently patting his sack with her paw in time to the rhythm, treating it as some very peculiar percussion instrument.

“A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh…” the lioness sang, swaying her tush from side to side in time to the appropriately bouncy beat. Time to get buckin’ serious… Alex thought, holding the leonine rump steady and using his thumbs to spread the singing feline open.

“A-weema-weh, a-weeEEeeeEEEEeeeeehhhhhh!” Addy cried, arriving at the vocal solo portion a little early when Alex pressed first his muzzle and then his tongue against her privates.

He wasn’t feral but mule deer retained both long muzzles and the tongues long enough to fill them, the kind big enough and strong enough to wrap around a branch and strip it of its leaves. True, he was a herbivore, but what was in front of him was also technically Addy’s flower, and the sweet scent of it made the stag throw caution to the wind as he pushed in between those snug folds, making the lioness shudder as more than seven inches of prehensile muscle invaded her sex. She stopped singing, but the noises she was making were still music to Alex’s ears.

It took her awhile to recover, but once she did she turned her attention to his own crotch. Having her shake her ass in his face had gotten him out of his sheath, and the lioness got busy getting him hard. Her tongue was rough, but her technique was flawless - feather-light across the bare flesh of his shaft so that the raspy surface would tickle, but good firm licks over his furry sheath and the heavy sack just behind it. Addy had explained to him that feline girls always swallow, they just cough up furballs afterward…

He kept exploring her snug leonine slit with his tongue well after the lioness swallowed his erection with ease, driving her to a quick shuddering climax that had the big cat purring. He almost shot his load the moment she did and had to pat her rump a few times to get the enthused lioness to release her piece of venison.

“You would deny a kitty her cream?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got this panthress coming by later and I’m saving it all for her…” Alex eased, prompting Addy to briefly sit on his lying mouth. “I was thinking we try that thing we talked about, since you seem so comfy up there anyway.”

“Oooohh, kinky!” Addy said, and Alex was still trying to wrap his mind about the idea that for lions a simple cowgirl position was something almost perverse, so much that he’d been the first male Addy had been comfortable talking to about the idea. “You want me to fetch my mittens?” she asked, referring to the actual kinky bit of fetish gear that they were getting so much use out of.

“Actually… I think I want to try this without training wheels in the way…”

“Mhhhh, look at you - all big and brave!” Addy cooed, spinning around and planting her rump on his crotch, pinning his hard shaft to his abs. “You know I like those things, but I love that you’re starting to trust me…” she purred, leaning down to lick and nuzzle his neck. With that bit of affection done, she sat back up with her paws resting on his shoulders.

“I gotta say I like the view from up here. Totally feel like queen of the jungle.” she said, flicking her tail across the stag’s legs as she swiveled her hips. Alex had to agree she looked good from this angle - a sexy confidence that bordered on smugness and the eye-catching expanse of pale fur he didn’t get to see when he was pinning her down and…

“Boop!” said the supposed queen of the jungle, briefly placing a heavy but soft paw on his nose. Figuring she was signaling impatience, he laid his hands on her sides and extended his thumbs as he ran them first down and up her sleek body. “Boop!”

“Okay, now I’m starting to realize why lionesses aren’t allowed to be on top…”

“I just wanted to see if it felt the same with either paw. Although I suppose I could just play with my back-scratcher…” she said, pawing at his antlers. She’d gotten him to try it once and insisted they felt even better than his fingers, even though Alex suspected she just enjoyed making him stand on all fours swaying his head from side to side as the points of his antlers slid across her furry back.

“Is that really the itch you want scratched?” Alex asked, grabbing her rump and giving it a fondle.

“Good point. Okay, I’m going to need you to tilt that thing up for me…” she said, rising off his crotch and staring down her body as her stag pushed his shaft until it was sticking up. It took some doing and a lot of swiveling of a leonine rump before Addy finally caught his tip in the wet folds of her sex. She pushed down hard and almost immediately meowed.

“Easy does it…” he advised, feeling Addy clench up at the sudden intrusion.

“Oww! I think I just realized how gentle you really are, even though you act like such a rutting brute…”

“And you love me for it…”

“Yeah I do! And you’re gonna feel the love tonight, just you wait!”

For his part, Alex wasn’t just enjoying the leonine sex hugging his shaft, but also being face to face with Addy. And he found himself loving all of her faces - from the bedroom-eyes of a young woman gazing at her lover, to the goofy expressions when she zoned out and focused entierly on working his cock in deeper, and even the bestial masks of sharp pain when she pushed herself too far too fast and flashed her fangs as her brow wrinkled.

She realized that there was more to this than just pushing down and started to experiment by bobbing gently on his erection as well as moving her rear around to catch a good angle. Addy’s whiskers were quivering with every half-wince until she took a deep breath and started to swing her hips from side to side a little as she worked herself down. The rhythm in which her rump moved put a smile on the stag’s muzzle before he opened it.

“A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weem-“ he began to sing but was stopped when a giggling lioness pressed her paw to his mouth.

“You… stop that! Aghhh, I clench up when I laugh…” complained the lioness, wincing even as she giggled.

“You’re telling me.” the stag groaned out, not complaining about how the already snug feline sex was gripping him. “You know you don’t have to…” he began but was silenced by a heavy paw once again pressing against his muzzle.

“Do not tell the queen how to sit on her throne.” Addy insisted, wearing a look of intense concentration as she struggled to accommodate the last couple of inches. And Alex found himself eating his words when her rump finally came to rest on his crotch, her straining lips wrapped around the base of his cock for the first time ever.

“Okay, that’s… I think that’s it… just whatever you do - don’t move… don’t even sneeze!” the impaled lioness said, looking a little uncomfortable as her body slowly adjusted to her ‘throne’. Alex disobeyed her order a little, letting his hands fondle and scratch the leonine rump they were resting on.

The rest did them both good since being sheath-deep in Addy was as intense for him as it was for the lioness. She was the first to move, sliding her hips up and down and making strange faces as the hard length shifted deep inside a body that had gone through a lot just to accommodate the intruder. After just smooshing her labia against his sheath for a few minutes, Addy started to lift herself off enough to release a few inches of hard stag before pushing down again. There was pain flashing across her face, but the winces were brief and didn’t even slow the lusty feline down.

It was all murr-purr at the start, but the longer the lioness strokes got the deeper the noises. A familiar transformation, but Alex had to admit it was more intense now that he was pinned under Addy rather than being the one pinning her down. Her strokes got longer and she was putting more force behind them, enough to bounce him against the mattress. Her body was adjusting but Addy was pushing herself, trying to keep walking that thin line between pleasure and pain.

And walking that line was bringing out her wild side. Her muzzle was open and every snaring wince would flash her teeth, and it struck Alex that anyone pinned by a lioness like this would never get to spend so much time looking at them without actually seeing them descend. The pearly-white chompers were for show, but her claws were coming out, enough to occasionally poke against his shoulders.

The sensible thing would be to bring it to the attention of the feline focused entirely on riding him, but neither of them wanted to break Addy’s stride. After her next snarl made her poke hard, Alex decided to take matters into his own hands. The same hands shot out to grasp the leonine wrists, the muscles in his arms bunching up as he pushed the heavy cat up and lifted her paws off him.

Once her paws were clear, Addy unsheathed her claws all the way, curling them around empty air as she displayed an eviscerating manicure. A fierce display, but no struggle to get out of his grip. Addy was liking being on top, but the lioness in her demanded a dominant male. He didn’t have a lot of options when it came to displays of dominance since he was still very much pinned, but with Addy now sliding half-way off him on each stroke, he had a little room to work.

The first buck caught her by surprise, teeth flashing as the cat yowled on top of him. She fought him on the first few thrusts, pushing her hips down on top of him and challenging him for his right to take control of the mating dance. But after a few token attempts she lifted her rear and gave the stag under her enough room to move.

Alex’s arms were already straining under Addy’s weight when he started rutting up into her, pushing his body to the limit and pumping as if his life depended on it, He could see the feline body ripple with the force of his thrusts, the six leonine nipples bouncing gently as Addy’s abdomen flexed. He wasn’t sure which one of them finished first, drained by exhaustion before his climax took what was left of his strength. There was no mistaking Addy’s orgasm, or the way she lifted her muzzle to roar it out. He released her paws and let her flop down on top of him, as he might have done if she were a two-legger. The weight difference he’d forgotten about hit him as the big kitty dropped on his chest, knocking the air out of him as she struggled to catch her own.

“You were really brave today… took me all the way.” Alex said, getting a kiss as a reward for his praise even as the flow of his seed tapered off.

“You were pretty brave yourself. Wrestling a ferocious lion without her kitten-mittens on…” Addy purred. “And since you’re feeling so brave… my mom has been asking when I’m going to bring you over for dinner.”

“I wish to God you’d phrased that differently…”