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It had been ages since Veronica’s leonine ancestors had actually been feral, and any similarity between her and a lioness in the wild would only be fur-deep. Namely, the fact that she went around in nothing but her fur, as naked and unashamed of it as any animal. To say nothing about wearing clothes to sleep! She could just about handle a jeweled collar (the equivalent fo a necklace on an anthro), and she’d worn a lovely lace veil for her wedding, but that was just about the extent of her wardrobe. She understood why some anthro women chose to wear bras. Her own teats had felt awkwardly dangly back when she was nursing her cubs and even then they had been nothing compared to what a two-legged mare had to lug around. But modesty was something hard to wrap one’s brain around, especially when you had the exhibitionist tendencies common in felines.

Another thing that set a woman like Veronica apart from a feral lioness was internet access, and the common-day miracle that was the neural implant that allowed her to use modern tech without wearing the clunky gear that she remembered from her childhood. It was also very subtle. To a fly on her bedroom wall it would look like she was in bed with her slumbering husband. The maned male’s deep sleep and the tangled, rumpled mess that was their bed suggested that the happily married couple had enjoyed some intimate fun and that the sated wife was merely waiting for her own visit from the sandman.

But Veronica wasn’t sleepy yet, so she was taking the time to scroll through some of her younger daughter’s social media posts. How could she helped it, when she had such powerful stalking instincts in her leonine DNA? And how could she not, when she knew that her daughter carried those genes and was well into puberty? She didn’t want to stifle her little girl, and wanted to give her cub the opportunity to be precocious and explore her budding femininity. She was just going to make sure she wasn’t doing anything too stupid. She stopped scrolling as a video of her girl on her bed began to play, projected as an overlay across her vision.

“Hey guys, my name’s Melinda and I’m going to show you how us quadruped cats… uhh... take a bath…” the lioness said, addressing a camera that must have been planted on her mattress, given the angle. She sat down in front of it and arched her back, bending until she was in a distinctly feline pose with her hind-legs in the hair and both her belly and… other parts exposed for the camera. If an anthro girl had done this, the video would have raised a maelstrom of red flags, but social networks didn’t want to seem like they were discriminating against four-leggers who want around naked all the time. Any time privates showed up on screen, like her cubs were right now, it was considered just a little ‘accident’, and quadruped kids eager for views were taking serious advantage of this policy.

Veronica smiled as she watched her girl give herself a ‘bath’, running her tongue down the creamy fur of her belly and sleeking it down enough for her tiny pink nipples to show. This used to be the way four-legged felines groomed, and it was the way Veronica had bathed her girls when they were still little fluffy cubs, still to young for the salon, which was every cat’s preferred fur-care regiment since it made them feel pampered, gave them an opportunity to socialize and gossip and prevented furballs.

She knew why her girl was doing this, and knew that it had nothing to do with hygiene. She didn’t miss the way the little lioness’ tongue was moving lower and lower, or how much attention she was paying to her flat teen teats. By the time she’d run out of nipples she was bent almost in a ring and her tongue traveled the last few inches of creamy fur until it reached her little kitty. Veronica’s eyebrow cocked and she stifled a giggle as she watched her daughter supposedly demonstrate hygiene to quite an impressive number of viewers.

She was seriously abusing the platforms lenient rules, but since she was all on her own nobody had thought to flag the video as porn. Even though with every second it was becoming more and more obvious that her little girl was masturbating for an audience. Veronica knew that she’d have to talk to her cub about just how far she can toe the line of appropriate behavior, but that could wait. A lion was as curious as any other cat, and she was really wondering how far her girl would take this.

Nor was she satisfied with just watching. The lioness tawny body shifted until she matched her sub’s pose, pushing her own muzzle between her hind-legs. The video of her girl played over the sight of her loins as Veronica’s nose twitched and drew in the scent of her pussy. This was what happiness smelled like – an equal mix of a female lioness heat pheromones, and the sharp scent of her mate’s cum slowly oozing from her well-bred slit.

She could feel the literal heat of her sex against her nose before she flicked her tongue out. The word was very apt – when she was in season her tony leonine muff engorged a little, becoming more eye-catching. And after a marathon lovemaking session from a male with a flared cock, her loins were practically smoldering. She relished the taste of her snoring hubby as she mimicked her daughter and began to ‘bathe’ herself. It was almost tempting to wake the big maned male and ask him for a repeat performance while she watched Melinda being naughty.

The thought was tempting, but she resisted it. Heat tends to be a little more intense for four-leggers. The pill can ensure that no matter how many times she get mated by her husband there wouldn’t be any more cubs, but did little to tame the changes her body and mind went through, or the changes her scent inspired in a male like the one slumbering beside her. And leonine appetites were particularly prodigious. Her tongue pushed a little deeper into her swollen sex as she remembered the absolutely wild mating sessions of their youths. Back then they could spend every waking hour of a day and a good part of a night in an almost continual rut, terrorize the neighborhood with cries that ranged from graphic to feral. She wasn’t sure if the people living nearby were considerate enough not to call in a noise complaint, or if the police weren’t brave enough to knock on the door of two mating lions.

Her appetites hadn’t changed even after two cubs and all those years, and Veronica was still confident she could survive such excess even at her age. But her role was the passive one, and even though her mate was still very fit and vital there was just no way that his body could accomplish the insane feat of virility and endurance as it could when he was in his sexual prime. But the fact that she was using a very gentle touch on her tender privates was proof that he could still give her body what it craved.

Veronica had cleaned her cunny of every last drop and what she was tasting now was her own nectar as she watched her daughter lick herself. The teen was doing her best to muffle any noises that would confirm that this was not a hygiene video, and Veronica had to admire how Melinda was managing not to moan or purr even though she was doing a very good job of bringing herself off. The elder lioness didn’t bother, her purrs blending with her hubby’s snores and no doubt giving the big male some very nice dreams.

The image of her daughter tongue-fucking herself was semi-transparent and projected over what her eyes were actually seeing – her own heat-swollen muff opening eagerly for a rough but experienced leonine tongue. It was a very peculiar kind of double vision, but more of a turn-on than the lioness had imagined. Her husband had sated her, and her sex was still deliciously tender after being raked by his cock but when she was in heat it was all to easy to get herself worked up. She could tell that Melinda hadn't been in heat when she filmed this even without looking at the date. There was simply no way the cub could have stayed composed and the ‘bathing’ video would have been outrageously explicit.

The teen feline in the clip was trying to stay quiet, with nothing but the movement of her ears and the occasional twitch of her rosebud betraying just how intense her ‘grooming session’ was. The camera was set low and it caught everything, even the twitch of the girl’s whiskers as she did her best to muffle her moans. The silken noise of her raspy tongue sliding across and occasionally into her quim kept playing on and on, continuing well after her cub’s pussy was spotless.

Veronica’s own tongue was delving deep, her walls quivering as they confused the raspy surface for a feline male’s shaft. She felt her puffy sex spread open, filling her mouth with the sweet taste of her own nectar as the mature lioness got herself worked up. Focused as she was, she still managed to catch her daughter’s subtle climax. The cub’s ears folded, the base of her tail quivered and just above it the pristine pink pucker began to wink in steady intervals, each one timed to the clenches of her pussy designed to milk a male lion of everything he had to give.

“Whew… I hoped you liked it. Don’t forget to smash that like button!” her daughter chirped and Veronica managed not to roll her eyes as the clip stopped.

A few more licks were all it took for her, her tongue curling on each one to graze just the right spot. Her purrs blended seamlessly into a long, throaty moan as she came, with exhaustion following closely on the heels of her climax. The lioness spooned up next to her mate and let sleep claim her. Her morning would likely begin with a nice wake-up rutting, and after that… well, she had ideas about how she’d fill her schedule...

*******

Arkdale was a town with mostly quadruped residents, and as such was designed to be a comfy place for people without hands. In a town where very few people could actually drive, a lot of space was left for pedestrians, and public transportation was generally excellent. When she needed to, Veronica could always get Jackie to drive her around in style, but for most of her day-to-day needs she didn’t bother the bunny. Especially on a day when she might have other, more personal chores for her personal assistant.

She’d barely waited at all when a tram car rolled along, one of the old-fashioned ones that gave the college town a lot of its charm. Other towns had these, but their cars probably had seats. Anthros varied very little in size and shape, but not so four-leggers, hence the standing-room only arrangement. Veronica was about to find a spot when a swish of a tail caught her eye.

It was no doubt a left-over instinct from her hunter ancestors that had made her catch sight of the Friesian. Such an ancestor would have focused on the huge equine’s full flanks, the black-furred hide stretched taut around heavy muscle. A meal fit for a pride. But the thing that had her salivating was what was revealed, however briefly, by the shake of that flowing tail. She was looking at the proverbial south end of a north-bound stallion, and on a day like today she just didn’t have the strength to do the polite thing and forget she ever saw the two heavy bulges in a smooth black sack. With the audacity that was second nature to felines, Veronica slipped in between the stallion’s hindlegs and stood under the tall horse.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Do you mind if I…” she said, falling back on her acting skills as she feigned that her mind had been elsewhere and her legs had just carried her to whatever space seemed available.

“N-no, not at all…” the middle-aged stallion replied, craning his neck down to meet the lioness eyes, albeit upside-down.

“Always a bit cramped during lunch-hour, isn’t it?” the lioness said sweetly, a bit of innocent small-talk like the kind someone would make when forced to enter another’s personal space. This sort of thing wasn’t uncommon, and large quadrupeds were aware that they took up a lot of room so didn’t mind someone smaller slipping in under them. The Friesian was a little too polite to point out that the tram wasn’t quite crowded enough to make it necessary for Veronica to take the spot under him.

“Yes, I suppose it is…” the stallion replied, lifting his head and looking out the window, trying to ignore the sinuous feline body right under his.

Such a gentleman… Veronica mused, her nose not picking up the scent of a mare on the big stud. No wonder the sack she’d glimpsed had seemed so full. For her part, the lioness turned to face the window and pretended to enjoy the vista of their quaint little town rolling by. She was completely under the tall dark stallion with her neck sticking out from between his forelegs. Not touching but an arch of her back would be enough for her back to meet his chest. She didn’t arch her back as it happened, but instead chose to lift her tail. The stallion’s own flowing black tail was down and would hide what she was doing from everyone. Everyone but the Friesian himself.

To his credit he managed to stay still as the thick leonine tail slid up between his hind-legs. The appendage was prehensile and Veronica made good use of that. She twisted her tail to tease and tickle both the stallion’s heavy pouch and the plump sheath she’d glimpsed while casually sliding under him. The stud stood as still as a statue carved of black granite, all except one part that the lioness could feel stirring.

Her mind painted her a picture of what was happening back there - the opening of the sheath parting to expose the stallion’s glans, the still compact tip that would push out as the equine length began to slip out like a lazy snake. She felt her own heart quicken as she waited to feel what she knew was coming, and when she did she almost purred out. It was subtle, but there was no mistaking the brush of the warm, still soft tip of the stud’s cock, first against the pink pucker under her raised tail and moments later against the small, dark feline muff that was so very sensitive now that she was in heat and headed for a ‘date’.

The stallion above her remained silent and stoic, probably choosing to believe that the feline under him must have accidentally brushed her tail against his privates. She suspected that the stud might feel embarrassed at the way his body was reacting, and that he was desperately hoping Veronica wouldn’t call attention to it. Th equine cock dropped enough or the tip to slip past her pussy, but the lioness’ tail kept teasing, knowing that from where she was standing she’d feel it again. After all, once a horse was finished growing long, he started getting hard, and a twisting kitty-tail helped that along.

She felt it first as the brushing of the downy fur covering the insides of her hind-legs, but the stallion would have felt it more. She took very good care of her coat and she’d had been to the salon this morning. The mass of fine hairs would have felt like the brush of a warm cloud against the thin skin that covered every stud’s pride and joy. As the equine cock grew harder it was moving closer and closer to it’s final position - standing parallel to the ground under the big stallion’s belly. Except that this time there was a lioness in the way…

Veronica gave a sigh so soft she was sure no one but the Friesian would have heard, and she sighed again when she felt firm flesh press up between her hind-legs. Angling her haunches just right, she brought her little dark slit into contact with the hard mass of stud-flesh and brought her hind paws together, trapping the stallion. She smiled as he gave a rumble and tried to disguise it as simply clearing his throat. His left fore-hoof even left the floor of the tram by bout an inch or so before he set it down.

He must know by now that this wasn’t an accident, but he was still caught off guard and unsure how to react, especially since - unlike the lioness almost hidden by his bulk - everyone could clearly see him. He gazed out the same window Veronica was looking at, and a trick of the light let them see their partial reflections, ghostlike against the backdrop of Arkdale’s streets. It didn’t help him much - Veronica’s face was beautiful, confident, but unreadable, and didn’t give the stallion a glimpse into the feline’s mind or any idea of her intentions - just how far was she going to take this.

The lioness knew the answer, of course - as far as she could get away with! Naturally, there was no way for a lioness to take any kind of four-legged stallion, but that had never stopped a young Veronica from fooling around with them. The memories of her youthful exploits had been sparked to life by the sight of her youngest daughter’s adolescent sexual exploits, and fanned to flame by her heat. It had been a while, but she remembered what to do…

The longer his equine erection remained trapped between her thighs, the more the heat of it seeped through the fine downy fur to reach skin that was sensitive even when Veronica wasn’t in heat. She pressed her legs as closely together as she could, seeing the stallion’s ears flick in the reflection in the tram’s window. Nobody else could see what was happening, but the Friesian was exposed and the tension in the hulking body above her showed just how exposed he felt.

Veronica’s dainty, heat-swollen sex was pressed against the rigid length of stallion-flesh, hard enough for her to feel his pulse race as she left a little wet mark on the coal-black skin. Every once in a while the stud-cock would twitch in her embrace, the dark length running between the rows of dark rosy nipples hidden by her flawless coat. She kept idly looking out the window, her face a perfectly placid mask of feline dignity even as her back flexed and her haunches began to move.

Barely, just a bit of motion that wouldn’t catch anyone’s eye, but that would produce… friction. Her puffy pussy was rubbing gently against the flesh of the Friesian's erection as she slid her rear back and forth enough to make the fluffy fur covering the insides of her thighs and her belly rub and tickle the trapped stud. From above her she could hear the deep rumble in the stallion’s barrel chest which might have passed for the big horse clearing his throat. If Veronica was to venture a guess, she’d bet that the stud had fought down an urge to snort.

That was what instinct would be telling him. To snort, to thrust, to bunch of those powerful haunches of his and to breed as only a stallion could. But he was a sensible adult and wasn’t about to give in to such base urges with a stranger on public transportation. He’d seemed a bit naive at first, but the lioness was sure that he knew by now what she was doing. She had everyone else on the tram fooled, but not the stud throbbing between her legs as she subtly used her hind legs to stroke him off. She felt a stirring of air as the stallion tossed his mane, struggling to stay still as cloud-soft fur polished his erection.

His shaft was having a harder time staying still, and Veronica felt her own pulse quickening as the trapped length twitched and throbbed against her belly. She scanned the tram for a moment, and when she was satisfied that everyone was either staring out the window or had that blank look that suggested they were using their implants and just killing some time online, she bent her neck and looked underneath her. The Friesian's coal-black tip stared right back at her, and the lioness had to admit she was impressed. The slightly flared tip was way beyond her belly and was bumping against her chest every time the stud flexed it.

The leonine muzzle curved into a smile as she arched her back, brushing it against the stallion’s belly as she placed her forepaws a little further back. This meant the stud’s lip was now between them and within reach of her muzzle. Feline flexibility allowed her to really bend her neck and got a little closer to the dark flare. And flare was what her nostrils did as she took in the scent of the precum dribbling from the little hole in the equine tip’s divot. Even the scent of a stallion suggested power, something thrilling and brutish that stirred Veronica’s libido well before she took her first taste. Her ears swiveled to catch an exhale from big equine nostrils that had sounded almost but not quite like a snort, the one a stallion would make to really get a mare’s tail twitching. She heard one massive hoof leave the floor before being very gently placed back down, the big stud now struggling to stay stock still and expressionless as a raspy tongue wiped the pre from the tip of his cock.

With all due respect to her distant huntress ancestors, this was the right way to savor the taste of a stallion. She kept the brush of her tongue feather-light, and even though she was staring at the flare upside down she still remembered how to do this. Her tongue would trace the rim of the flare before dipping into the little indent in the firm black flesh, wiping up the mess that was getting worse and worse. Her hips worked in tandem with her tongue, just a little wriggling and grinding as she mashed her pussy pussy against the equine erection.

She doubted she would finish, but was fine with just getting really riled up. After all, she was taking this tram to a ‘date’, so she’d get hers soon enough. And the stallion would get his any moment now. After she caught one squirt on her muzzle, the licking was almost self-defense now, her tongue darting out rapidly as it tried to keep up with the growing flare. She had to admit that her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the stud’s tip mushrooming up and she wondered (not for the first time) how this felt for a mare. She was adventurous and had made her share of stallions cum (especially in the wild and carefree days of her youth) but even anthro studs were too big, to say nothing about the better-endowed four-legged ones.

The flare had grown obscene, and as tempting as it was to just keep her head where it was and see if she could swallow the stud’s load without making a mess of herself, the risk of ending up with her face covered in stallion-spunk in public was too great. She lifted her head and caught the half-muffled of the groan of the stud that had been on the verge of cumming only to be denied the stimulation of a kitty-tongue. She wondered briefly if it would be crueler to blue-ball the mighty stallion, or to bring him to orgasm in a very public place, so Veronica went with the option that was more entertaining for her.

Her hips moved back and forth on the inky length, her sex leaving a little slimy streak along the thick base as she masturbated the stud with her thighs. Her hind-legs were pressed together hard enough for her to feel his cock flex and swell and the lioness came surprisingly close to her own orgasm when she heard the wet slaps of the stallion’s spunk hitting the floor of the tram. She’d pushed her his back enough to force the tip down, and smiled as satisfaction as the stud above her made a mess that compltetely missed her.

“This is my stop. Ta-ta…” she said a few seconds later, releasing a soft equine cock from between her thighs as she gracefully exited the tram as if nothing had happened.

*******

Veronica watched the two canines disrobing, since being naked all the time meant she didn’t need to take anything off, and so got to enjoy the sight of the two boys taking their clothes off and trying not to look to eager. She was indulging her predatory side by slowly pacing around them, very unsubtle about the way she was checking them out. There were many advantages to living in a small college town like Arkdale. It was just urban enough to not be boring, while still being a very comfortable and idyllic place to live. As someone who passed the time by dealing in Arkdale real estate, this was an advantage she touted to everyone interested in settling down here. And to her female prospects, she always made sure to point out the advantage of a town full of handsome young college boys.

Like the two doggies she was even now circling. They were beagles, so they weren't the biggest dogs in the yard, but the bodies they were revealing as they striped looked lean and muscular. Their sleek fur accentuated their athletic builds and muscle tone, while the floppy ears made them look cute and non-threatening. True, no male really looked threatening when you were an apex predator like Veronica was, but she appreciated the aesthetic.

“Mmmmhhh, very nice…” she purred out, smiling as the floppy ears twitched at the sound of her voice. When it came to a sultry, sexy tone, one would be hard-pressed to match a big kitty like her.

She had arranged this date on a little app for females looking for a little ‘company’ when they were in heat, and the profile for these two said they were brothers, but breed aside there wasn’t much of a resemblance. Veronica figured it was just a little white lie to get more female attention, since the idea of being shared by two siblings is rather kinky, including to the lioness even now devouring the young males with her golden eyes. She saw no need to spoil the fantasy, nor any need to make the boy’s wait any longer. She stopped circling them and got close enough to rub her body against theirs as she slinked between and around them.

The two young men weren’t that new to Arkdale, so she knew she wasn’t their first four-legger. They were no doubt popular with the local bitches big enough to take an anthro, and probably with various nanny-goats, ewes, does… maybe even a mare. But she could tell that she was their first big kitty, and intended to savor that fact. They had felt very confident while she was circling them because they were noticeably taller than she was. Reality began to kick in when she came close enough to rub against them with a cat’s playful patience. She rubbed the side of her head against plump sheaths as she slinked by, her ears catching the gasps as her whiskers tickled the boys’ privates.

She took her time, twisting around the two dogs in an ‘8’ pattern, rubbing her body august each one, teasing their privates with her tail and enjoying herself when they grew bold enough to lay their hands and stroke her fur. She knew their canine noses would be picking up her heat and the rich scent of her perfectly groomed fur. Four-leggers had better smell than anthros, bringing her up to par with the two canine noses. She could smell the boys’ arousal, tinged with just a bit of fear, a delicious blend that she was fully savoring. The fear would fade when they got under way and they got her really purring. When she started making funny noises while struggling to take their knots in a heat-swollen leonine pussy not exactly designed to take them.

For now though, the two young men were in awe. While they looked athletic with fine, toned muscles, hers remained hidden unless she flexed them. But fingers could see past beyond the lie that the eyes fell for, and under her fluid, sleek form the boys could feel the muscles of a primal huntress, left intact by evolution and restrained only by her intellect. But that body was also distinctly feminine, even though the figure was unlike the hourglass ideal of an anthro woman. And the way she moved and the little noises she made were just as feminine and just as… stimulating to the two young males.

Stimulating enough for their shafts to peek out and engorge, and enough for Veronica to make an informed decision. One of the beagles was just a tad more… gifted, and that was the one to get the first lick. The lioness tongue was broad and nimble, enough to cup the lanky dog’s sack and test its weight as she licked her way up. The kid groaned as the raspy surface gave him some very intimate ‘grooming’, with eyes the color of honey looking up at him and keeping him rooted in place.

When her tongue reached the rosy red of his exposed erection, Veronica made sure to use a lighter touch. Evolution had left her with a tongue textured to keep her coat pristine, and the fact that women like her went to salons these days didn’t change that. A lick from a kitty was always intense, but as long as the feline knew what she was doing the buds along her tongue would tease rather than rasp, as the groaning dog was just now finding out.

She didn’t miss the way his hands were fisted at his sides. He was torn between the desire to touch her, maybe even to take initiative. But while she was licking him, Veronica was giving him flashes of the teeth that made leonine smiles so striking, and that tended to sap the courage from even bigger males. His friend didn’t have that problem, but then again he was facing an altogether softer end of the lioness. Veronica had raised her tail with a twisting flourish, exposing her sex to the young canine. Even heat-swollen, it was positively dainty – two dark, soft lips that were wet even before a young dog’s finger traced the cleft between them.

“Go on…” she purred out, tongue-bathing the impressive rosy erection that was now fully unsheathed as the young man behind her pushed his finger past her lips.

She caught his gasp of surprise as his finger sank in easily into a feline femininity so hot and snug it must have had his cock twitching. The smaller of the two, but still pretty big. Like the one she was licking, the doggy-dick eager to bury itself in her would be as smooth as glass, so unlike the barbed shaft that her body was meant to take. The thrusting would be less intense, without the pleasure-and-pain blend that a kitty’s psyche responded to so well and that tended to fan a heat into a blaze. But there would be stretching, delicious fullness even before she took the knot, and that was an experience of it’s own. And it would serve to loosen her up for the rather gifted boy she was even now licking.

The beagle in front of her had regained enough of his courage to lay a hand on her head, gently sleeking back her fur and running his fingertips around the base of each leonine ear. Veronica rewarded the boys with a purr, a soft and steady noise that had the doggies’ floppy ears perking. Her tongue moved feather-light across the surface of the red erection, daintily licking up everything the big puppy was leaking as the lioness teased him the way no girl his age ever had.

When a second finger slipped into her sex she blended a moan into the steady rumble of her purring, encouraging enough for the two digits to start pumping in and out. The dog behind her was really being considerate, making sure she was ready to take him comfortably. She could smell masculine arousal even over the sweet fragrance of her own estrus, the sharply sweet scent telling her these boys were desperate to breed and were held in check only by good manners tingled with a bit of fear. She held the gaze of the dog in front of her as she let his cock drop under it’s weight, catching the tip of it on her tongue as she opened her mouth.

Ivory-white teeth flashed but the young beagle didn’t feel any of them as the lioness pushed her muzzle down, engulfing his twitching cock in the wet warmth of her muzzle. The boy threw his head back and groaned, and when he looked down again he met the golden gaze of the feline who’d taken every inch of him, including the knot. Veronica pushed her tongue out, letting the raspy surface tease the canine erection it was cradling as the tip slipped out to tease the boy’s sack. When she felt two dripping fingers slip out of her, she purred just a little harder and thrust her rear out.

“I… ungghhh…” the pup in front of her groaned, and Veronica could tell by the clench of his toned abs and the twitch of his cock that he’d narrowly avoided spraying his load down her throat already.

She was definitely this young man’s first kitty, because even a male who’d had a hundred blowjobs was taken by surprise by having someone purr while sucking his cock. She used the boy’s distraction to her advantage and lifted a foreleg, the beagle in front of her remaining ignorant until a very warm, very heavy paw pressed against his toned behind. Veronica took a moment just to enjoy the feel of tight young buns in the palm of her “hand” before upping the ante and letting her claws out just hard enough to poke through the boy’s sleek fur and against the soft skin under it. The moment she did his cock throbbed again – a very good reaction, as far as the lioness was concerned.

And a second later it was she was was being poked, a hand resting on her sleek haunches while the other presumably aimed the tip of a canine cock at her pussy. Even though the young man behind her was built very differently than her mate, this part at least was the same and her leonine sex had no problem catching the canine tip the same way it would catch a lion’s. But after that tapered point came the blunt heat pressing into her folds, a promise of something bigger than even a tiger had to offer. She could feel the young man behind her hesitate as he met resistance, so she pushed back and took the first inch herself.

The gentle touch on her supple behind grew into a tight grip as the pup behind her found himself pushing into the wet, silky vise that was a lioness in season. The initial stretch was intense, stinging enough to wake something deep and instinctive in the lioness. Female cat’s didn’t shy away from pain back there, and instead of making her hesitate the sudden stretching only left her hungry for more. Luckily, the beagle behind her got over his initial shock and took hold of her haunches in a firm grip as he began to push. The shaft was perfectly smooth, without a ridge or barb to mar the slickness of the warm rod as it sank into her, conquering her body inch by inch. Her tail would flick as the tapered tip grazed sensitive spots inside her that neither a lion’s cock or tongue could reach, her tunnel wrapping tight around the canine erection as if desperate to get as much friction as it could from the glassy length. A very nice fit, one that would have required more work had she not been in heat. But during this period, her body was primed for mating every hour of every day, and her mind was warped in such a way to make sure she was… motivated to sate her body’s needs.

She watched the face of the young dog in front of her, and smiled around his cock as she saw it. No doubt the same expression his “brother” had on his muzzle as he watched the lioness’ dark folds twitch around every inch of him except for the still compact knot. The boy was hesitant about that part. Bitches were always up for it, but it was considered polite to ask a non-canine girl if she was up for taking one. Since Veronica’s mouth was full and she had no intention of spitting the doggy-dick out, she settled the dilemma with one thrust her her rear.

There was another flash of what should have been pain but that very nearly triggered an early climax in the lioness’ loins as the boy behind her managed to keep his balance. He left his whole cock buried in her for several heartbeats (each of which Veronica could feel inside her), before popping it out and starting to thrust in and out of the lioness. She knew that the young man had to be careful. A knot reads a strong grip as a sign that the bitch it’s buried in is ready for her puppies, and a lion-pussy was as tight as anything the boy would have felt in his life.

For the next few thrusts the beagle behind her settled for just letting her feel the pistoning of that smooth rosy shaft, but when it became obvious the leonine lady had no trouble taking him the young dog dared sink his knot in again, tugging it out immediately. Veronica moaned around her mouthful and hiked her tail just a little higher, a good enough sing to the pup behind her that she wanted everything he could give her. She kept her grip on the young man in front of her, pushing on his toned butt to keep him sheathed in her muzzle.

Her tongue twirled lazily around the leaking erection, especially the two lumps at the base. Just like the ones she could feel stretching her as the smaller of the two dogs strayed really humping her. Without a steady grip the knot would grow slowly, and for now it was just small enough to push in and tug out on every stroke, but big enough to make itself felt. After her little tram ride and the rather thoughtful fingering she got from the young man rutting into her, Veronica had ben dripping on her own. With a horny canine in his sexual prime now contributing tot he mess, there was plenty of lubrication to ease the pup’s pistoning and to make the noises of their mating delightfully obscene.

The lioness pulled her muzzle a few inches off the doggy-dick she’d been nursing on, enough to let her admire the knot of the bigger boy. If she was wet now, she’d be a dripping mess by the time this doggy got his turn at her pussy, but she doubted he would mind. He’d been patient, possibly because she had his butt in her paw and her claws extended just enough to remind him they were there. But he’d been throbbing on her tongue at the sight of his supposed brother gripping her haunches and leaning over to get enough leverage to pound into her.

And the poor pup couldn’t imagine the tightness griping the other dog’s pistoning shaft. She was a big cat in every sense of the word, but she was sure that neither of these pups had ever had a chance to sheathe himself in the hot wet vise that was the pussy of a lioness, panthress or tigress. Overwhelming even without the purring. Veronica’s muzzle, by contrast, was quite roomy. And if she ran out of room she had quite a throat on her, as evidenced by the long, powerful neck. Back in the day, this end had accommodated stallions, and even though the beagle in front of her was a gifted boy, his tip hadn't reached the back of her throat when she had her lips against his sheath.

She spent a few seconds admiring his knot before using her paw to push the boy’s hips forward, once again sinking every inch of his cock into her muzzle. It took only the gentlest of pokes from her claws for the beagle to get the hint, pulling out of her muzzle as far as a strong leonine paw would allow before sinking back in. He also mustered the courage to lay his hands on her head, but didn’t dare actually grip it. If Veronica had harbored a doubt that she wasn’t his first four-legger, it would have vanished when he put his fingers to good use.

Paws could accomplish a lot, as evidenced by hers which was groping a pup’s ass while helping him gently pump her muzzle. But the dexterity of an actual hand was unmatched, and always a delight, whether it was the skilled touch of the girls at the salon shampooing and grooming her coat, or the touch of a lover scratching behind her ears and tracing the line of her jaw. Her purring reflected how much she enjoyed it, and with his cock in her mouth the young beagle could hardly miss it.

Both of the young dogs were swelling up, but while her muzzle had no trouble with a knot no matter how big it got, the one behind her was testing the limits of even a heat-swollen lioness pussy. The doggy behind her was having a hard time slamming it in, and three out of four thrusts the hard wet bulge would just bump and strain against her dark muff without slipping in. Tugging it out was a little easier since she was a cat. If the beagle had been doing this to a bitch, a spade would have grabbed hold of his knot and refused to let go without a fight, triggering the final swell and the release of puppy-milk into a waiting canine womb.

Kitties had a different trick to staying put until the seed got where it needed to go – a male’s bards would flare out as he climaxed, so much that even to a feline in the wild throes of passion would stand stock-still and let herself be bred. This wasn’t the intense but pleasant raking meant to get a feline female to release her egg, this was to make sure she didn’t move until her mate’s sperm reached that egg. As such, her pussy didn’t have that grip instinct that a bitch had, which meant that the boy working her rump over could take a little more time really pumping his whole cock in and out of the purring lioness.

But he did have a decision to make, and when his thrusts got shorter and harder, Veronica knew he’d made it. He was going to tie, and she was definitely going to let him. Even though he wasn’t a big dog, he was proving those muscles weren’t just for show as he gripped her haunches and drove hard against her rump. He was so energetic that the lioness actually had to take her paw off the other dog’s firm young buns just to brace herself. She had almost given up on getting knotted and expected to feel the first hot blasts of puppy-spunk any moment now when a sudden, desperate thrust sank an almost fully swollen knot into her.

This caught the lioness by surprise, her attention pulling inward to the place where a hot hard bulge was growing. She was so full that she could feel every beat of the beagle’s heard as a solid thump against her g-spot as the dog ground himself against her tawny ass. The sudden climax wasn’t quite satisfying but she still let it wash over her as the growling pup’s cum began to wash out her well-stuffed sex, the hot deluge trickling through her cervix and into her womb.

“Ouuuughhh...good boy!” she moaned, taking her mouth off the canine cock of the dog in front of her and letting the heavy red length rest against her muzzle.

The doggy-dick looked gorgeous from up close, and she could see from the way it was twitching that the other beagle had been close to blowing. She had every intention of getting a taste of him, but for the next minute she just licked his sack and let his shaft rest against her furry face, choosing to focus on the throbbing of the doggy-dick knotted in her pussy as it seeded her.

The boy tied to her seemed to take the hint from his ‘brother’, using his fingers to rub and massage the lioness tawny haunches. She went back to purring once he did, and a few seconds later took the doggy-dick back in her muzzle. It would be some time until that knot was ready to come out, and she knew how to pass it.

The lioness moved her muzzle up and down the twitching length of a horny canine in his prime, twisting her neck a little as she let her purring sing into the rosy-red flesh and travel into the panting dog’s body. The boy was impressed enough with her technique to just let her work, alternating between gazing into her amber eyes and casting glances further along her body where the other beagle’s hips were still pressed tight against her ass.

Veronica had worked up quite a thirst and was working up the dog in front of her so that he would slake it. When she felt the tell-tale twitches, she pulled her muzzle off and kept her mouth open, cradling the tip of the beagle’s cock on her tongue. She looked up at him and swished the tip of the raspy appendage back and forth, and that bit of teasing pushed the young canine over. Pearly cum shot between pearly fangs and the beagle’s eyes went wide as she watched the lioness cradle his tip as his spunk painted her broad pink tongue. He’d missed her paw rising to palm his twitching sack, but sighed in relief when the mischievous claws that had poked against his butt failed to make an appearance. Instead Veronica just bounced his firm young balls on her soft paw-pads as she let the puppy-milk slide down her gullet. After the flow tapered off, she have the leaky tip one last flick before speaking up.

“Nice?” she asked.

“Ughhh… yeah…” the beagle groaned as he nodded, his brain too starved of blood to come up with something more appropriate.

“But you don’t want just ‘nice’, do you? You want to know what your brother is feeling right now, don’t you?” she asked, and accentuated her question with a clench that had the tied beagle groaning.

“Definitely…” the dog in front replied, watching the one behind her possessively grope her ass.

“Good boy. Then just relax and let me take care of you while we wait…” she purred, putting her tongue back to work.

She used a light touch, but a raspy tongue used on a cock that had just cum was always going to feel… intense. She teased as gently as she could, putting on a show that would keep the beagle hard. Hard enough hat the moment his brother slipped out, he’d be ready to take his place. She could feel the knot in her pussy shrinking, but the young canine it belonged to waited until she started leaking his cum to start pulling it out. He used his hands to keep her rear steady as he slowly pulled, no doubt admiring the freshly-fucked leonine pussy opening up and stretching around the still bulbous lump of canine flesh. After it slipped out, the inches of still firm doggy-dick slipped out in the blink of an eye, followed by the telling splash of puppy-batter hitting a hardwood floor.

Veronica turned around, coming face to face with the slick and dripping cock still smelling of both her and her canine lover. She also kept her tail up and very unsubtly presented her rear to the beagle who’d waited so patiently for his chance. She gave the cum-smeared cock a few licks but it shrunk and receded before her very eyes. The pup who’d just left his cum in her was very obviously done, but the one grasping her haunches was obviously eager to get started.

“Hey, you mind if I…?” the spent dog asked, picking up his phone and gesturing to Veronica and his friend, obviously hoping to capture a little memento.

“As long as y-oooOouunhhhh!-ou send me the clip…” the lioness replied, moaning mid-sentence as a tapered tip caught in her messy cleft and the young canine behind her easily pushed in.

Unfortunately the self-appointed cameraman had missed the shot of his friend’s cock hilting and pushing out more puppy-milk, but he did catch a nice shot of Veronica folding her ears and arching her back as she groaned happily around her new mate. She’d been right – this doggy was just a little bigger, enough that he was still a snug fit even after his friend had bred and knotted her. The first pup had brought her to a climax, but this being that time of the month it had only left her hungry for more, and she was definitely getting more now.

The new pup’s knot was still tiny and had went in easily, but it might be challenging to push in later. And it would be later. Her oral skills had kept the young canine hard and ready, and he definitely wasn’t going to go soft now that he was balls-deep in the wet heat of a lioness in season. But after blowing his load down her gullet, she was looking at a nice leisurely fuck and hopefully more than one orgasm during the humping. The beagle’s friend circled them, trying to get a few particularly juicy shots, even going so far as to slip his phone between Veronica’s hind-legs.

She paid the boy no heed, and his friend’s attention was definitely not on any camera. She began to purr again as the young dog ran his hands up her sides, ruffling her fur a little before sleeking it back down. Putting those fingers to good use as he ground his hips against her, enjoying the snugness of the feline sex as he nudged the tapered tip of his cock against Veronica’s cervix. The lioness savored the way he was massaging her inside and out, enjoying the way his strong fingers kneaded the sleek muscles hidden under her pristine coat.

A surprised moan interrupted her steady purring when the beagles hands slid around her sides and bushed gently across her belly. The fur here was feather soft and fluffy enough to hide her nipples from the casual gaze. But not it seemed from the touch of a dog who knew what he was looking for. Now Veronica knew for a fact she wasn’t this boy’s first four-legger and silently thanked whatever female had taught him to do what he was doing to her.

A lot of anthro males assumed that small nipples on teats that are flat when not lactating aren’t really an erogenous zone. The young canine seeking her hidden nubs out knew that was not true, and even if he didn’t the way Veronica’s purring revved up when finger-pads slid across tiny circles of bare skin would have given it away. The lioness lifted her muzzle and pushed her rear out a little, mashing her splayed folds against the beagle’s sheath as he teased her hidden nipples.

So soon after his orgasm the pair could afford to be lazy, since the dog’s knot wouldn’t swell up so fast now that he’d gotten his first load off in her muzzle. They settled for just grinding against each other – his hips against her rump – with Veronica savoring the way those clever fingers teased her nipples and the beagle enjoyed the way the teasing made her purr.

Eventually the lazy grinding turned into shallow, gentle humping that made wet little noises as the still tiny knot churned out the remainder of the first pup’s load. The strokes lengthened as Veronica pulled her haunches forward whenever the beagle pulled his hips back, the lioness savoring the thick inches moving in and out of her with the barest hint of friction. Her hubby’s cock and the way he used it really were a perfect fit fer her body, bet there was something strangely kinky about taking someone like a doggy back there. On one hand the surface was too smooth and a part of her felt frustrated that it was nothing but glass-smooth flesh sliding in and out. On the other hand the amount of flesh was much more than a lion could provide, even though her husband was bigger than both of these young dogs put together.

That was another idea that went through her mind while a rosy doggy-dick went in and out of her pussy. When it came to proper mating, there was more to size than the admittedly delicious amount of canine flesh stretching her open. What was on a lioness was as important as what was in her. She liked the way her maned mate hulked over her, liked the way his muscles bunched up when he mated her. Some deep part of her also liked knowing that he was bigger, stronger, that if she decided to be playful and tease him too far he could just pin her and make her behave. They didn’t do a lot of that with two impressionable cubs in the house, but every one in a while they forgot to act their age.

These boys were very fit, and she liked both the look and feel of their lithe, muscular bodies. But even the bigger one rutting her right now was only getting to do it because she let him. If she wanted to misbehave, there was nothing the boy could do to stop her. She doubted he could even stop Melanie from pinning him. Hell, their mailman was a ram and he’d never managed to stay on his hooves when a cub eager for her package launched herself at him. A part of Veronica’s mind was urging her to do it – maybe just push back until she had the pup against a wall and smash her rump against him. Or turn the tables altogether and pin the boy under her.

Had the beagle not been doing such a terrific job and put her in such a great mood by paying some attention to her nipples, the temptation to go predator might have been to great. Instead veronica just settled down for enjoying the way he was fucking her like a well-behaved lady. She settled for purrs instead of growls and made sure that when she pushed back to meet his hips she didn’t do it hard enough to knock the doggy flat on his butt. After all, she had another appointment for today, and that one would let her burn off some of her more mischievous energy.

The young beagle kept fucking her in long strokes, even when his knot grew enough that it should have slowed him down. But Veronica was as wet as she could be back there and loosened up after being fucked and tied by the pup now circling them with his phone out. The bulge was still at the push and tug stage, adding a bit of extra stimulation to the coupling. That bit of extra was just what the lioness needed, her muzzle opening as moans joined in the steady rumble of her purring. It began as butterflies in her stomach and spread out a little with every thrust of the pup’s shaft and every tug of his knot.

It had built as slowly as a tidal wave and was about to crash with the same effect. Muscles twitched at random under her sleek fur, her lips curling to display her fearsome teeth as the tension built to a breaking point. When it finally broke Veronica cried out, her claws unsheathing and leaving little marks in the hardwood as her pussy clamped down. She heard the young male behind her groan as an already snug feline sex clamped down on him, even though he was in full humping mode at this point.

Veronica’s eyes grew lidded and her breathing grew labored as the beagle fucked her through the intense orgasm, forcing her to ride the crest of her climax as the pistoning of his cock provided too much stimulation for her to drift down. Her pussy was milking him, squeezing and caressing the smooth shaft even as it rutted her as if trying to get as much tactile sensation from the smooth surface. It was only when her pulse stopped racing and reality began to trickle in that she noticed that something had been missing.

When her pussy had clamped down it had stopped the beagle from pushing his knot in, but having a lioness try to milk him dry had gotten him more than a little hot and bothered. Veronica could feel and hear the wet slaps of a hot bulge against her splayed lips. She could tell it was too late, that the knot had grown so big it wasn’t even prying her open on every thrust and had no hope of going in.

But the pup behind her was really going at it, so she figured she’d let him try. The boy had a good firm grip on her haunches and was giving it his all, driving his hips with enough force that the muscular feline had to brace herself. She was surprised when one of the hands moved and hooked around her hind-leg, and even more surprised when the pup lifted her hind-paw off the floor until the leg was parallel to the ground. A good theory, and it might have opened her up a little more, but not nearly enough. But the new angle was a nice change, so the lioness said nothing to discourage the humping puppy.

His determination and stamina were impressive, and they were enough to make Veronica’s body respond as another climax stirred in the same loins being stirred by a thrusting doggy-dick. The pup didn’t really need to tie in order to cum, and it became especially obvious when the tapered tip grazing her sweet-spots erupted and a fresh warmth spilled deep into the supple leonine body. Veronica purred as a second, lazy orgasm washed over her, the boy behind her thrusting into the mess he was pumping until either his strength ran out or reality sank in. Her left hind-leg was still in mid-air and as seed began to trickle from her knot-free pussy she hoped the young dog filming this had caught her good side.

*******

Jackie hadn’t been dreading today. Not exactly. But she had prepared herself mentally for what was sure to be a very taxing 24 hours. And the coffe-and-cream furred bunny couldn’t really complain, so she wasn’t. Most people fresh out of college are faced with the modern-day serfdom that is the life of an unpaid intern. But she got a paying job straight out of Arkdale university, and with a vew perks. One of which was that she was living in a cozy studio appartment all by herself, without the need for roommates and the potential friction that situation offers.

The rent was more than reasonable, since her employer owned the property and was willing to lease it to her personal assistant for less than the going rate. Of course, the life of a personal assistant all to often meant being at the beck and call of someone sufficiently high-up to have an inflated ego and potentially unreasonable expectations. Jackie’s employer wasn’t quite… unreasonable… but the lioness was sometimes very demanding. Fortunately, the bunny had a calendar that warned her when her boss would be making those kind of demands. The lioness had also been kind enough to give her a heads-up a full hour before she showed up at her door.

“Morning, Miss Cruz…”

“Morning Jackie…” the lioness almost purred out, brushing her flank gently against the rabbit as she slinked in as only a lioness could.

It had only been two rods, but enough to let the bunny know that this day would play out exactly like she’d expected. She sometimes thought that Ms. Cruz’s years might catch up with her, or the heat-suppressant pills she took might start doing their job and suppressing more than her ovaries. Being an anthro rabbit her nose wasn’t much, but it was enough to catch the scent of not only the lioness’ heat but a hint that she’d been doing something to relieve it. And like always, whatever she’d been doing wasn’t enough, hence this little visit.

“Is that coffee I smell?” Veronica asked.

“Yeah, I just made some…” the bunny said, and a minute later they were seated on the couch – Jackie with her cup and Veronica with a small bowl form which she daintily lapped at a coffee with plenty of cream.

It was a civilized way to start one of these days. Sometimes Jackie’s boss wound up just… pouncing on her. Usually when she hadn't had the opportunity to let out steam before coming over. This time she did and as the sipped their coffees she regaled the bunny in vivid and graphic detail. Five minutes into the conversation and Jackie was keeping her hands clasped in her lap. If she hadn’t been doing that, the light dress she’d put on would have failed to hide the kind of girl she was.

Not that she was hiding it from Veronica. The lioness knew about the bunny’s “carrot and radishes”, but Jackie didn’t want her to see just how quickly she’d gotten her worked up. Because Jackie knew that the lioness hadn’t even begun working her assistant up. She knew how this visit would end, and that she would be allowed the sublime pleasure of sheathing her slender girl-cock into the snug, velvet heat of the lioness’ slinky body, but that would only be after she’d helped her boss sate her needs. Her own cock and a rabbit’s humping stamina were not nearly enough, hence the array of toys the bunny had spent the morning cleaning and preparing.

“Before we get up to some fun and games, would you mind cleaning me up a little? Those boys did a pretty good job, but I think I could still use a woman’s touch…” the lioness hinted.

“Okay, I… oooff!” the bunny said. She’d leaned forward to clear the empty cups and made the mistake of taking her eyes off her employer. Big or not, Veronica moved with the speed and silence typical of all cats. One paw on her shoulder had been enough to push the young lapine back until the back of her head was against the armrest and a sultry feline was smiling down at her.

“Good girl! Don’t worry, I’ll show my appreciation… eventually.” the lioness said before twirling around and presenting the bunny girl with her tawny ass.

She had just enough time to lay her hands on the magnificent leonine rump as it descended. Her boss was nearly three times her weight and most of that weight was muscle, so if Veronica really decided to have a seat Jackie knew she couldn’t stop her. She also knew just how much the four-legged feline loved feeling fingers getting busy, and some good groping was usually enough to make the lioness behave.

She moved her hands until her thumbs were on either side of the leonine quim that was looking snug even after all the fun the lioness had enjoyed. She pulled the dark folds open and saw that the pink flesh hidden behind them really did look pristine, proof that the lioness didn’t really need to feel clean. Her lapine muzzle was stubby and her tongue wasn’t very long, but Jackie put what Veronica had called her “woman’s touch” to good use. She lapped gently at the silken pink flesh of the stunning feline, catching the traces of cum in the steady drip of feline nectar.

The lioness began to purr and used a paw (no claws) to pull up the hem of Jackie’s dress. Even though her paws were heavy the pads on them were soft, hot pillows of supple flesh, and even through the thin fabric of her panties Jackie whimpered when she felt that pad against her little stiffy. The touch was feather light, eerily gentle and already frustrating. She could imagine the expression on her boss's face as she ran that paw up and down, gently grazing the underside of a slender lapine erection tenting a pair of increasingly damp panties.

The bunny licked and the feline stroked, but one of them was obviously doing more work. That was because Jackie knew she had to bring her boss to several orgasms before she’d be allowed to have one (albeit great) climax. Her fingers kneaded the leonine ass and her thumbs kept the feline pussy open wide enough to really get in there. She tried to ignore the way Veronica was teasing her stiffy and focus on both pleasing the lioness and preventing her from actually planting that magnificent ass on her face. On one occasion her boss had felt that Jackie was “too tired to do the work” and had proceeded to rub her muff against the bunny’s muzzle to get the job done. Luckily it didn’t take long - a few more minutes of licking away at the purring feline’s sex and Jacie found herself once again staring at her ceiling as the big cat dismounted.

“Oh, you are a dear! I won’t take up too much of your time. Just something… energetic and then I’ll let you finish…”

“Any preferance?” the bunny asked, licking her muzzle clean.

“The stallion, I think. The little incident on the tram got me in the mood for something studly. And get the big plug, will you? I want to make sure I’m nice and tight for you…”

Jackie rummaged around until she grabbed a lenght o silicone that was a perfect replica of a stallion, albeit scaled down so that it could (after some effort) fit into a lioness. She also selected a sizable metal butt-plug and picked up a small bottle of lube. When she came back to the living room Veronica was already presenting. Before advancing on the lioness, Jackie shed her clothes since the next part was likely to get messy. Her perky breasts stood out from under the creamy neck-fluff that contrasted so nicely with her caramel fur, her little lapine girl-cock bobbing excitedly even though it would still be some time until she felt the lioness’ sex engulf it.

Especially since her boss had chosen the stallion. The toy was on the soft side which meant two things. One was that it would take some serious muscle to get the wobbly pillar to bring the lioness to orgasm. The second was the one giving Jackie trouble right now. Her tongue-work had left the feline dripping, but even after letting two canine freshmen go to town on her the leonine muff was still pretty snug. Anything with a tapered tip would slide into Veronica with ease. Jackie’s own pink shaft had a glans at the end but even that went in with only a second or two of aiming. But the toy was half-flared and as such it was tricky getting it into a horny lioness, especially since said lioness wasn’t content to stand still. The slipperiness was both a curse and a blessing as Jackie struggled for several minutes to get the blunt silicone tip into the moaning feline.

“Mnooouhhhhyess… don’t be shy now… I want to feel like I’ve got a stallion back there…” Veronica purred as the determined bunny girl behind her braced herself and plunged in deep.

The toy bent as that flare was pushed into the snug leonine sex, but Jackie kept a good grip on the fake equine balls at the base and sheathed the silicone stud in her boss squelching sex. She watched the feline muff twitch around the girth that looked like it should have never fit in there before the lioness pushed her haunches back. The bunny gripped the base of her employer's tail, not a dominant gesture but an attempt to keep the feline ass relatively still.

Veronica moaned again and the bunny’s tiny cock twitched while the big fake one got to enjoy the dripping, vise-tight heat of a purring lioness. She pulled the fake stud as far out as she dared, not daring to even contemplate putting the flare in again. Now that Ms. Cruz got a taste of the toy, she doubted she’d stand still while the flare was pushed in a second time. But the good thing about the damn thing was that it was almost as difficult to slip out as it was to slip in. A deliberate tug would pop the thing like a champagne cork by the time Jackie was done, but it generally wouldn’t get tugged out by accident.

The bunny girl put that to the test as her slender hand worked furiously, pulling the rubbery shaft almost all the way out before plunging it back in. Her boss wasn’t hiding how much she was enjoying herself, whether it was purring, moaning or urging Jackie to go harder. The girl’s incisors dug into her lower lip as she watched the sultry feline lower her chest to the floor, back arched and hind-legs parted just enough that she could really get in there. She tried to ignore her own erection, dripping as if it was trying to match the mess getting churned out of the moaning feline in front of her.

Jackie twisted the base of the stallion-cock every time she pulled out, and twisted it the other way around when she plunged in. Her arm looked skinny but betrayed both strength and skill as the slender lapine tried to give her employer what a stallion would have. She felt the tail in her grip twitch and knew that the lioness had just climaxed, but kept up the pistoning even before a shaky voice urged her to keep going. She knew Veronica wouldn’t stop at one. As it turned out, three had been the lioness magic number. By the time she was allowed to stop, Jackie’s fingers were cramped and her arm was almost numb, the fur of her hand and most of her forearm drenched in feline honey.

“Mhhhh, that was marvelous Jackie. I honestly don’t know how I got through my heats before you came along…” the lioness said, glancing behind her and smiling at the bunny’s untouched erection. “Thank you for being patient with me. You’ve earned your reward, so why don’t you go ahead and make sure I’m tight enough for a bunny, hmm?”

Jackie’s hands trembled as she applied the lube to both the pristine pink pucker winking under that thick tail, and to the smooth metal of the toy that would have the honor of invading the lioness’ snug ass. The insertion was as… frustrating as usual. Jackie wasn’t sure how anally experienced Ms. Cruz was, but she knew for a fact the feline had taken this plug plenty of times. But she always went through this show where she ‘accidentally’ fidgeted and generally made the task more difficult than it had to be, knowing just how it would frustrate the horny lapine girl who was so close to her own release.

Once the plug finally sank in with a sigh and a shudder, Veronica got into position and Jackie did the same. She laid one hand on the feline’s haunch while the other guided her dripping glans to her puffy pussy. The head went in and the bunny went on the tips of her big toes as she shoved the rest in, letting out a long, shaky moan as her ears flicked back. The lioness was amazing, as always. Her pussy was like a spa for Jackie's little cock - a sauna and massage all rolled into one. She held herself still, close to the edge from nothing more than the feel of the lioness wrapped around her.

Jackie wasn’t exactly hung, but a lioness was more snug than people would imagine, and with the big plug settled under her tail she was even tighter. The bunny squeezed the feline’s cheeks, gasping as the touch made the big kitty purr and vibrate around her. Jackie’s stiffy was once again being denied the release it sought, but this time it was the bunny’s own doing. Her boss liked to tease her mercilessly and then to make her pop as fast as she could, but Jackie wanted to savor every moment she spent in the gorgeous lioness.

She didn’t start moving until she was sure she had a good grip on herself, and then she was only humping gently into the big cat. Veronica moaned a little, mostly just to tease the gasping girl behind her, knowing full well how close she’d brought her to the edge. Jackie eventually calmed down enough to start trusting, her hips making soft muffled slaps as they hit the furry haunches of the big lioness. Soft, girly moans left her muzzle with every ragged breath, noises more appropriate for someone getting a humping rather than dishing one out.

She got into it, really into it, letting the world melt away until it was just her and the sinuous feline in front of her. She wasn’t even bothered by the way Veronica sometimes pushed her rear back, trying to make her stumble and fall flat on her ass with a wet lapine erection twitching forlornly between her slender legs. It was only when her own butt hit against something hard and firm that Jackie realized that she should have paid more attention.

The lioness glanced back and smiled, flashing just a little of her wicked teeth in that wicked grin as she pressed the bunny against the wall. Jackie knew that she’d lost what little control she had over the situation, a point that was driven home when the lioness pulled forward. Just a little, not enough to let the bunny escape, and the moment she did she slammed her hips back.

The muscles along that feline back flexed as Ms. Cruz easily used the trapped bunny to fuck herself, with the feminine rabbit holding on for dear life as her boss set a very brisk pace. She managed to hold back for maybe a minute, her big toes curling and little sparks dancing in the edge of her vision before she finally cried out and gripped the feline haunches tight. With one last slam Ms. Cruz hilted the bunny in her, purring loud and low as the pink cocklet twitched and sent a small load of gooey rabbit-sunk as deep inside her as it could reach.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist. By the way, would you mind keeping tomorrow afternoon open for me? I have a feeling this heat isn’t going to go away in a day and I think you deserve another chance…”

“Tomorrow… yeah, I’ll… I’ll make time…” Jackie gasped out, staying in the lioness as her cock grew soft enough to slip out. She told herself that tomorrow he’d stay focused and keep the upper hand, but the look Ms. Cruz gave her made it clear it was just wishful thinking…