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While this story will reference multiple real life places, any similarity to people is purely coincidental and I will be combining multiple places for the location of this story. The story takes place in South Carolina and will loosely be based off my own past experiences.

Chapter 1

Night Fishing

It was eleven o’clock on a Sunday night. On any other Sunday Tony would have been in bed for a couple hours already. That night he was still awake and sitting up in the driver's seat of his silverado truck. A truck that was matte mocha in color. It was parked behind a grove of trees far away from the asphalt road that ran through the park Tony was in. Tony wasn’t spotted by the park ranger making rounds before shutting the simple gates to the park.

It had been raining earlier that day.

In the backseat of his truck were two of Tony’s fishing rods. One rod set up with a spinning reel and the other a baitcaster. Sitting in the passenger’s seat was a case of Modelo, two of which Tony already drank.

Tony was a lion, twenty six years old and recently unemployed. Becoming unemployed was not the reason he was drinking. Tony had moved back out to South Carolina with his father who had taken a job at a regional airport as their assistive director of aviation. Tony and his older brother, who was up in New York now, were both born in South Carolina, but their father’s job took them to the west coast for most of their lives.

Tony had to leave his job as a police officer back in California when he decided to return to South Carolina with his father. The young lion saw the chance to move as an opportunity to try something new, change careers and try something like being a mechanic or a teacher. Tony liked the force, but had a serious case of wanderlust for both destinations and careers.

He was excited, especially because his girlfriend said she was coming along. However, a couple days before the flight out she had changed her mind. The only notice Tony had was a text informing the Lion that she wasn’t going. He replied with “What?” but she never texted him back.

Many thoughts tumbled around in Tony’s head, but finishing up last minute packing, enjoying the flight with his dad, unloading boxes, settling into his new home with his father all gave him some things to outwardly focus on instead of his unexpected break up.

When things settled down all he had to think about was the last few times he had been with his ex-girlfriend before the move. He couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong or if she had shown any signs of disagreeing with the idea of moving. The lion had sat down to talk to her and even told her that he would understand if she wasn’t going to move just to stay with him. But even so she said yes, then flaked. It was stressing Tony out.

Tony decided to do what he always did when he was stressed out. Go out fish. Tony unpacked his fishing stuff, loaded two rods into his truck, got in and drove to WalMart to both pick up a fishing license for the State of South Carolina and browse the sparse, but sometimes decent selection of baits and lures WalMart had. He left the store with his new license and a bunch of different black and blue soft baits, one white spinnerbait.

He picked up the beer from a gas station on the way to the lake that his phone was directing him to. It was actually less than ten minutes away from his new home. Although, by the time he got there it was almost closing time.

Anxious, impatient.

Tony drove in and found a place off the road that hopefully the park ranger couldn’t see when making rounds before closing the park. He leaned the driver’s seat back as far as he could and napped in the truck.

When he woke up it was half past ten o’clock. There was already light frost on the windows. It would be Christmas soon. Tony remembered seeing a few advertisements on TV and in stores about a 12 days to Christmas sale. He couldn’t remember which sale day it was supposed to be.

Tony got out of the car and opened the back doors to grab his fishing rods. He started the walk to the fishing pier that was near the boat launching ramp.

The night was chilly, but the lion had on a light coat and had his fur. His mane was especially warm. Tony could smell the rotting leaves, the wet earth. His shoes scraped loose bits of asphalt and his ears picked up his fishing rods with their terminal tackle clacking around. Then, he heard the familiar click of a bail arm closing over a spinning reel.

Someone was already fishing off the pier. This warranted the lion’s surprise because, just like he, the mysterious fisherman was breaking the rules to fish after hours.

A couple hundred yards away from the pier, with the aid of the bright moon and the white warm-up jacket the man was wearing, Tony could see the person fishing. It was a young human, male. The lion could hear the bait the mystery fisherman was casting plop into the water over the light waves and lake on the lake.

When Tony stepped onto the walkway of the pier the young man turned to look at the lion, tense. When it was clear that the lion wasn’t a ranger the human seemed to relax.

“Hi,” The human seemed to say on reflex.

“Seems like I’m not the only one who likes to do some of their fishing at night,” Tony said.

The human only faintly laughed in reply. Tony already had his two fishing rods set up and so took a stand a couple yards away from his unexpected pier buddy and chose to start with his baitcaster. It had the white spinnerbait he just picked up, no trailer, and Tony cast it as far out as he could. Even with the high visibility yellow fishing line on his reel and the bright moon, Tony’s eyes couldn’t following the line all the way out to where his bait landed.

The lion started slow reeling his bait. Just casting out toward the middle of the lake probably wouldn’t produce any results, but catching a fish wasn’t why Tony was there anyway. The young man was fishing parallel to the shore though. Probably actually trying to land a fish.

Tonight was probably not the first time the human fished that lake. Eager to keep his mind from drifting back to unpleasant topics, Tony started a conversation.

“My name’s Tony. What kinda reel you got there?” Tony already knew it was a spinning reel because of the sound, but thought it’d be a good way to start the ball rolling.

“My name’s Christian,” The young man paused to lift up the tip of his rod and reel up his bait, which Tony could see was probably a small black and blue jig, “I’m using just a spinning reel.”

The human’s voice sounded hoarse. Maybe, the chilly cold air was drying out his mouth and throat. Tony could feel the start of rain drizzling onto his muzzle.

Tony’s bait came back up sans fish as well. While reeling it up and getting read to flip it in another direction the lion’s ears picked up the sound of the young man wiping his face and nose with his white warm-up jacket and sniffling. It seemed like Tony wasn’t the only one out on the pier night fishing to keep their mind off of something unpleasant.

Normally, Tony didn’t pry into personal business, but he found himself asking without hesitating,

“You out here to stop thinking about something else, as well?”

Christian didn’t respond right away. Tony had cast his bait out into the water, after Christian cast his, when the human replied.

“Yeah,” and without any more prompting from the lion Christian continued, “I’m out here visiting family, sorta.”

Tony keyed in on that ‘sorta’ and was coming up with many possibilities. If Tony had chosen to stay in his police department he would have eventually become a detective with his intuition and curiosity. One of the first things Tony thought of was that the young man was in the area for a family gathering of some kind, maybe one that the young human wasn’t really eager to be in. Probably a shitty family reunion.

With his night vision Tony could make out Christian’s features. Probably close to Tony’s age, the human seemed mixed, Eurasian if Tony had to guess, black hair, dark eyes of which the color was hard to make out in the night, and a squarish jaw.

“I like lions,” Christian said whilst turning to look at Tony. The smile made Tony’s whiskers tickle, it felt like, and his stomach warm. The lion knew that look. Tony had gotten it from different men and women of all species, especially when he was in his uniform.

Tony was straight...more or less. Gay porn or anything hadn’t ever done it for him. However, often Tony felt a certain kind of compassion with other males, his friends, his father, that he never felt from his ex-girlfriend or many other females for that matter. The lion rarely felt a need for that extraordinary compassion, usually content with his life, but at that moment Tony wanted a certain kind of companionship.

“How much do you like lions?” Tony said, smiling back.

Christian probably wasn’t expecting Tony to reply with that question as the human seemed surprised. Christian's smile deepened, his eyes pinched together a little bit. Seeing a genuine smile always made Tony feel better.

“Uhh,” Christian reached up and pulled briefly on his own right ear without realizing, Tony noticed, “A lot…” Christian said whilst averting his gaze.

There were hints of caution in the human’s voice. Not surprising, considering they were in South Carolina. Tony reeled up his bait and stepped closer to Christian, standing practically next to the human, and flipped his bait back out into the water and let it sink.

Standing that close to Christian, Tony could hear the human’s heartbeat and that it was speeding up.

“I like you a lot,” Tony said. Perhaps it was the loneliness pressing on his heart, and the beer, but the lion wanted someone. Christian seemed like he would be a willing companion.

The two chatted some more, softly, much about nothing before Tony found out that he was sorta of right with his assumptions about Christian’s visit. The purpose of the human’s visit came seemingly at random at the end of a discussion about what kind of baits to use for catching yellow perch.

“....and...my dad died, so I’m in town for that,” Christian said.

Tony was quiet for a while. So, Christian was in town for a funeral.

Even as only an officer Tony got to deal with grieving family for various reasons. Family of victims or relatives of a suspect that got convicted of a crime.

Christian wasn’t paying attention to his fishing rod anymore and was wiping his face with his long sleeve. Tony reeled in his bait and hooked it onto his baitcaster. Then he put his hand on the young man’s shoulder. Christian didn’t move away. The wind picked up and the rain was starting to fall harder.

Tony pulled Christian against himself and asked,

“You wanna...come back to my car? I can drive you someplace or…”

“Or?” Christian asked, softly.

“Make you feel better,” Tony said and started to slide his hand down Christian’s side, “You can make me feel good, too.”

The human was quiet for a bit, seemingly thinking it over, before nodding. Tony pulled himself away from Christian to pick up his other fishing rod. Once the young human reeled in his bait the duo started walking off the pier and toward Tony’s car. The wind was blowing hard by the time they made it into Tony’s truck. They put their fishing gear in the backseat and sat there, both quiet, with only the dashboard lights glowing dimly in the vehicle.

Without having to ask Christian had moved the beer off the passenger seat onto the floorboard. Tony reached over, down, to pull out a couple cans of beer. With his face close to Christian’s crotch the lion let out an audible rumble and pressed his chin into the human’s cock and balls.

Christian jumped with a yelp and Tony snickered. Before sitting back up Tony rubbed his chin into the human’s groin then put the beer cans into the cup holders between the two men.

The two opened the beers and drank.

Tony had the key in the ignition, turned back, just to turn the radio on. He turned the volume low and left the radio tuned into a music station playing some good ol’ Iron Butterfly.

Christian was a little nervous, and Tony could sense it, but neither of them were in any hurry. Eventually, Christian seemed to become as relax as Tony was. The human tensed up again when the lion reached over and held his hand, but the squeezing of their hands together made Christian calm quickly.

The windows were fogging up as the damp pair were heating up the inside of the truck. Tony turned to look at Christian and, as his eyes were adjusted to the dark, examined the human’s features more closely. Christian was looking back, smiling, but flustered. Tony smiled and spoke.

“I came here to forget about something unpleasant too,” Tony lifted his hand and started unzipping Christian’s white jacket.

“Oh? What was it?”

“My girlfriend dumped me right before I moved.”

“Oh,” Christian seemed like he wanted to ask about that, but when Tony opened the young man’s jacket and pulled his shirt up to stroke the human’s bare belly, Christian only sucked in air and waited to see what Tony would do next.

Tony stroked Christian’s belly for a while before taking ahold of the his hand again. Tony brought Christian’s hand to his crotch where the young man could feel a firm tube of flesh straining against denim. The human’s hand slid up and down the denim and the more strokes Christian gave, the more heat the lion’s cock seem to emit.

The lion put his seat back and laid back to simply enjoy the petting. He only unbuttoned his jeans and waited for Christian to advance the fun. Before long, Christian unzipped the lion’s jeans and reached in to grope the tawny cock and balls trapped in a navy blue tanga brief.

Tony could smell himself. He enjoyed his own musk. The lion wondered if Christian was bothered by it as sometimes humans were not used to the smell of animal musk. It didn’t seem to bother Christian, if anything, the human probably enjoyed it. Tony could hear Christian inhaling deeply.

The lion sighed softly when the human pulled down the waistband of his underwear to expose the head of his cock. Christian pulled the underwear down under Tony’s furry scrotum.

Christian only admired the girth and above average length of the lion’s cock for a moment before opening his mouth and sheathing the lion’s warm cock into his throat. The human’s lips pressed onto Tony’s sheath without effort.

Tony moaned and felt like he was going to melt in his chair. The slight coolness of Christian’s mouth, because of the beer, before the silky heat of the human’s throat made his tail curl and his teeth clench. Tony chuffed, baring his teeth, and spoke softly,

“Fuck yeah…” This seemed to spur on Christian.

The lion drifted in bliss and simply enjoyed whatever the human decided to do to his cock. Only occasionally did Tony feel Christian’s teeth bump his flesh and even then it wasn’t unpleasant. He started to slide his hand under Christian’s jacket and shirt, using his blunted black nails to lightly scratch the human’s soft skin.

Tony hadn’t realized how good a job Christian was doing until he suddenly felt like he was going to pop. He put his hands on Christian’s head and face to gently lift the human off his cock with a tight suckling that almost made Tony cum.

The lion was breathing deeply.

“Now I wanna do you,” Tony said, surprising himself and Christian. The lion thought about the last time he did that for someone, that is giving oral to another male. It had supposedly been a once in a lifetime experiment in college when Tony gave oral to a friend with whom Tony still kept in touch.

Tony started to fidget with Christian’s pants. The human lifted his hips up so he could unbutton his jeans, unzip them, and leave them open for the lion. Tony leaned over and as this was a rare activity for him, the lion took the time to examine the human’s cock.

Uncut, which the lion found interesting, smelled nice like the cotton of the boxers the human was wearing with just a hint of musk, and some black hair to match the top of the human’s head.

Tony inhaled as much of the human’s scent as he could and exhaled warm air back onto Christian’s crotch. Without letting the man wait any longer Tony rolled out his wide, flat, rough tongue onto the human cock and dragged it up. Christian moaned and whimpered as the barbs brushed the tip of his uncut cock, catching foreskin and tugging on it.

Christian stifled the yelp that threatened to come out of his mouth when he felt Tony’s cold nose pad against his navel.

Tony kept licking and even dipped his tongue down into the human’s inguinal area to feel the warmth and taste the human. Licking Christian’s balls made the human’s cock dribble precum and Tony lapped that up with gusto. As the lion was not as practiced as Christian was in sucking off another man Tony used his left hand and stroked the human’s cock while he kept his black lips wrapped around the head. Tony licked and wagged his tongue in as many creative ways as he could think of at that moment.

“I’m, I’m really close I’m gonna cum,” warned Christian. Tony had let his friend finish on his face and chest when the lion last gave head. Getting it out of his fur was a hassle, the lion remembered, and so without pausing Tony kept stroking and suckling as well as he could until Christian moaned out a whimper and came.

Tony swallowed down the first shot then let the remainder of the load rest on his tongue. It was warm, just a little salty, the taste hard to place, but not unpleasant. Tony was gentle continuing his work on the human’s cock, using mostly tongue to play with it. Christian signalled he was feeling too sensitive when he jerked his hips back, pulling his cock free from Tony’s mouth.

Tony pushed himself back up and with his left hand held Christian’s head to his, their mouths pressed together, and he let the human’s cum spill from his mouth to Christian’s.

Christian moaned in surprise. When the pair pulled apart Tony was licking his lips, Christian grasped the lion’s cock and pleasurably squeezed it.

Tony laid back in his chair and closed his eyes. He drifted back into that warm fulfilling haze as Christian’s warm mouth enveloped his cock again. The lion was close to cumming. He savored the unfamiliar taste of another man’s cum on his tongue and panted heavier and heavier as the end of his cock seemingly slipped deeper and deeper into Christian’s gullet. His tail curled and found itself wrapping around the human’s arm.

The only warning Tony gave the human that he was about to cum was a deep rumble that vibrated both their bodies and a jerk of his hips. Christian didn’t pull back or gag. The human kept working the lion’s cock with his throat, tugging it, milking it and taking Tony’s load directly into his stomach.

Cum spewed forth from Tony’s cock, but Christian kept sucking it down. That Christian so expertly and willingly ate the lion’s load made Tony thrill. The human pushed himself up and off Tony’s cock. The chill of the air in the truck compared to the warmth of Christian’s mouth made Tony want to shiver.

The only signs that Christian may have been distressed were the traces of cum around his mouth and some running out the human’s nose. Tony’s cock was only semi-erect then, but the look that the duo shared told each other that they were ready to do more.

“Come home with me Christian,” Tony said.

“I umm...I have to fly out in the morning,” Christian replied.

“....” Tony thought of something to say and wondered about whether or not he should say it at all. But, he steeled himself and spoke, “Can you stay if we like,started dating?”

Christian felt his chest tighten. He had never had a fur as a boyfriend before. A lion was especially appealing, all the predator types were. There were plenty of reasons to refuse, practical reasons, but with both of their flies undone, their cock and balls out, and the taste of the lion’s cum in his mouth, Christian felt compelled to say yes.

“Yes,” Christian said.

With that Tony started his truck. He rearranged his cock and balls into a more comfortable position before shifting into drive and exiting the park, not through the gate, but out through a spot in the line of trees. The lion had to drive into and out of a ditch, but hey, his truck was a four wheel drive.

Tony kept his eyes on the road even as he felt the weight of Christian’s head back in his lap. The tip of his cock was surrounded in warmth again and he moaned softly, making sure to pay attention to the road.