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Being a lion was a great life. You didn't have to do anything and you had tons of respect. Just looking regal made people assume you naturally were regal. It didn't matter if you were a conceited asshole, if you were a lion, people just assumed you had your whole life handed to you on a silver platter. And the thing of it was...

It was true.

Caleb never really had to work hard for anything. He'd gotten by on natural talent and charisma. When it came to job interviews, he shined. He'd charmed his way into being a production assistant on one of those stupid, nonsensical action films that people flocked to. He had no experience but he managed to get the job so he talked it up to every girl he'd met. When he got an award for screenwriting, he made sure to place it somewhere prominent in his apartment so the girls he brought home just had to comment on it. It worked like a charm and every time they saw it, they'd end up back in his room, riding his cock. It felt damn good.

A few years ago, Caleb got involved with a lynx who got really clingy. She bullied him into proposing and even though she would hit him or insult him all the time, he stayed with her. The sex was too damn great for him to care that she consistently told him that he was worthless and should never try to pursue his dreams.

The break up was painful. She'd left him for her boss at her job. One day, he came back and she was just gone. It crushed the lion. He saw her stuff gone, with no note, nothing in person, just a simple text: We are done. Caleb cried himself to sleep that night, holding himself as he sobbed into his pillow and hurting so much that his stomach twisted.

When Phil came along, the two of them got together. Over a couple weeks, Caleb opened up to him. He poured his soul, talking and painting a picture of emotional abuse, a lack of consent and turning Phil against the lynx. He was a loyal Australian Shepherd, trusting the tale he was told and not doubting it for a second. It all seemed true and Phil just wanted his friend to be safe and feel better again.

Caleb ended up hooking up with Phil's friend. They'd bang every few weeks and Phil would hear different stories but what finally turned Phil away was hearing how Caleb bragged to his friend that he manipulated his ex into staying with him, Caleb was scared of being alone, so he made sure that she never left. She could never do better than him so he wanted to keep her by his side.

Caleb and Phil stopped talking. Caleb wasn't really sure why but he also didn't seem to care. The lion didn't need him anymore. He'd gotten the help he needed and they were done with each other.

Caleb couldn't handle seeing Phil at work though. It twisted his stomach and itched his fur every time he talked to him and so, Caleb did the only sensible thing he could do. Talking to their boss, it was a quick conversation to convince her that Phil had been stealing from the company. It was easy to get him fired.

God, people were so easy to use.

It was honestly funny. Caleb couldn't help but make people do what he wanted. He was King of his own life, like a lion should be.

Standing from his cubicle, Caleb yawned and scratched his stomach. He clocked out on the way out and the lion was gone. It was date night with Sophie and Caleb was happy to get back to her. Sophie was this cute little cheetah girl. A lithe, somewhat nerdy thing, quick to giggle and head over heels for him. The lion didn't really care about her all that much, in truth, he'd only decided to ask her out because Phil had a thing for her. If Phil decided to leave him, Caleb would take everything from him.

Pulling out his phone, he tapped out a short message to her.

On my way home, too horny to work today, hope you're ready. ;)

The lion padded down the stairwell to his car. A quiet hum in his throat when he opened the door. Sitting down inside, he saw a small note in small print taped to the wheel.

Can't wait for you to get home tonight.

Caleb laughed at that. He wadded the note up and tossed it out the window before peeling out of the car. It didn't look exactly like her handwriting but it must have been Sophie. The kinky cheetah had surprised him with things before. She'd greeted him at the door, naked and kneeling with a blindfold on before. Caleb wasn't all that kinky but seeing her so eager and willing was pretty damn hot, he had to admit.

His paw went down to his crotch, rubbing himself slowly, feeling himself getting turned on the more he thought about her.

"She knows how to get me going," he laughed to himself, turning onto the highway. He only lived a few minutes away from work so it wasn't like he had a long ride back home. He'd be back to groping Sophie in no time. It was perfect; his life was perfect. Hell, the only thing that made it not so great was Phil and he wasn't even in the picture anymore. So Caleb's life felt just about perfect.

Caleb remembered when Phil had first told him that he liked Sophie.

"She's so sweet," he said. "I think she likes me but I'm a little nervous to ask her out."

"Give it a little bit of time," Caleb had said. "Get to know her a bit more and then ask her out." Of course, Caleb had asked her out ten minutes later. It was something he'd learned from his dad. If you wanted something yourself, you had to take it. Don't let anyone or anything stop you. So Caleb didn't. And yeah, part of the reason he wanted Sophie was because Phil liked her. But he could stick around as long as the sex was good and boy was the sex good.

Lights sprung to life in his rearview mirror, shining and the siren's wailing was loud. He jumped and glanced behind him. It would pass, of course it would. Why would they go after him?

But the lights didn't move. The car kept behind him. He grumbled to himself and pulled the car to the side of the highway. He grumbled, keeping his hands on the wheel, engine turned off as he waited for the officer.

He couldn't quite make out the figure from the mirror but by the sway to its hips, Caleb guessed it had to be a woman. He rolled down his window when she rapped on the glass.

"License and registration, sir," the canine said. He couldn't quite place her in the dark. Her fur was dark and a little shaggy. A border collie maybe?

"Of course," he said. "Registration is in my glove box and my license is in my back pocket."

"Slowly then," she grunted, looking down at him.

Carefully, Caleb got what she asked for and handed it to her. He tried to flash his most-charming smile, the one that won him over in interviews and got him a date with any woman he wanted.

"Sir, are you aware that your right tail light is out?" the officer said.

"Oh..." Something that simple? "I can take care of that right away, beautiful."

The officer looked down at him. She cocked her head.

"I'm going to let that slide. But you watch your tone, sir."

His ears drooped. She rebuffed him? "A-alright. Um, I can take care of that tomorrow."

"See, here's the problem, sir. Your car is currently a danger to the people around you. You merged into my lane and your blinker didn't work. I nearly rear-ended you."

"I-I'm very sorry, Ma'am. I didn't mean--"

"I don't care what you meant," she growled. "You're a danger to the road. Get this fixed. I'm going to have to give you a citation for this. There will be a strike against your license."

"That's not fair!" He cried. "Ma'am, surely there's something we can do to let this slide. Let me take you out to drinks."

The collie looked at him and shook her head again, a crooked smile on her face.

"No chance. Oh, and you're not wearing your seatbelt. I have to give you a ticket for that."

"A ticket?!" Caleb yelled. His hackles were raised. "That's outrageous."

"If you say anything again, sir, I will find more to penalize you for."

Caleb glared at her. He felt his pulse in his ears, throbbing, pounding as he glared up at her, a growl in his throat.

"Fine," he griped.

When she finally pulled away, and he was given a ticket, Caleb felt terrible. He had been cited for what? A faulty tail light? Not wearing a seatbelt? It was outrageous. Something so simple, so benign shouldn't have been an issue at all! They were just after blood from hard-working people who just wanted to make an honest wage. Leeches! That's what they were.

He pulled his car into the driveway. It would be okay. Everything would be okay as soon as he got home. Sophie would make sure of that. She'd make sure that he had a great night.

Opening the door to his starter house, Caleb smiled. There in the entryway was Sophie. The cheetah had a paw on her hip, cocked out and a wide grin on her face. She crossed her bare legs, briefly exposing herself to him. She had a creamy white to the stomach of a her fur and a beige, not a boring beige but the color of wheat, of grass with dark spots. She had a short braid down one shoulder, the end of which covered one breast. She posed for him.

"Hello, gorgeous," he grinned.

Walking up to her, Caleb's arms wrapped around her hips. He leaned down and squeezed her against him. His lips pressed against hers, groaning at the taste of her. Breathing in, he could smell her, familiar, comforting. Just what he needed after the day. But...

He pulled away from the kiss. His nose buried in her neck and breathed deeper, getting everything he could from that one breath. There was something else. Some_one_ else. A very masculine scent. It was a little familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

The lion was about to open his mouth when a sharp pain rocked his head. He felt his eyes start to droop. The last thing he saw was the floor rise up to meet him. And then darkness.

***

The whirring of a machine woke Caleb up. He blinked, looking around and slowly allowing the world to come into view. He was in his bedroom. The lion recognized his trophies and certifications around the bed, immaculately made. Next to the bed was a bag, Sophie's treasure trove of sex toys and accoutrements. He grumbled and tried to bring his wrists up to rub the pain on his scalp but he couldn't move his wrists. His wrists were tied down to the chair itself. Trying to stand, his ankles were bound too! The lion griped and pulled at the restraints, gazing down at his naked body. Something about this was wrong. Sophie was kinky but this...

"Oh good," her voice called, as she sauntered into view. "The kitty's awake," she said, a toothy grin spread across her face.

"Sophie, what's going on here?" he managed, throat feeling raw.

"Simple," she grinned. With a nod of her head, the whirring got closer and there were a few tugs at his scalp as a large tuft of his mane was sheared off. "We're teaching you lesson," she cooed, her paw running down his cheek.

"What the fuck?!" Caleb yelled. He tugged at the restraints, pulling at them as best he could as more of his mane was removed from his head. It pooled at his feet and on his lap. Sophie brushed it off gently, smirking at him.

"You're so full of yourself, Caleb. Honestly, I couldn't stand you but I knew how great this little piece of revenge would be. I couldn't pass that up!" she beamed. Her eyes roamed his body for a moment until she reached his sheath. "Oh, I almost forgot."

The cheetah stood up, turning around and walking towards a black duffel bag beside the bed. She bent over, giving Caleb unfettered access to stare at her bare ass. His mane continued to fall around him, a cascade of his pride being ripped from him.

"Who the fuck is doing that?" he snapped. "Sophie, what the fuck is going on here? If I fucked up, just tell me, don't do this. Don't be like your mom!"

Sophie's spine shot upright and she turned around. A device lay in her hands. She walked up to him and struck his cheek with the back of her paw.

"Watch your mouth, kitty. There's so much worse we can still do to you."

The blow to his face stung but seeing her like that, angry, vengeful... Caleb shrunk down, looking at her with tear-filled eyes.

"What did I do?" he whimpered.

Sophie said nothing. She grabbed his sheath and carefully slid a cage over it. The metal was snug against his sheath and the way it was designed, if he got he got hard, a metal bar over the top would painfully press down on his urethra.

He struggled harder, fighting to get free. He flailed about, snarling and bucking against the restraints. Sophie laughed, watching him fight and try to break the ropes that kept him down. His mane was almost entirely gone and there were tears stinging his eyes. All he wanted to know was why this was happening. Why had she done this to him? He sobbed, shoulders rocking as his girlfriend put a large padlock to the chastity device.

A hand rubbed over his head, and Caleb could tell that the person was admiring their handiwork.

He would kill them both.

"Looks good on you, Cal," the familiar voice of Phil said from behind him.

No. It couldn't be.

The Australian shepherd came into view, his stub of a tail wagging slowly. The fur on his body, normally disheveled was groomed and trimmed, leaving him looking a bit more regal, trimmed out enough where Caleb could clearly see that his form was a runner's build. He wasn't built for strength like Caleb, but even Caleb had to admit that Phil was hot.

"So, let's see," the dog said, picking up a tuft of fur and blowing it onto Caleb's muzzle like a child making a wish. "You stole my girl, made me lose my job, and for what?" The dog shoved Caleb's chest. "Why?"

Caleb's mouth fluttered. He opened and closed his mouth, forming the words. The right thing to say. How could he get out of this?

But then he decided against that.

"Fuck off, Phil. Untie me and maybe I won't call the cops on you!" he growled, tugging at the bonds.

The Aussie snickered, shaking his head. "So fucking cute." He gave a light smack to Caleb's face. "My sister-in-law is a cop. She heard what kind of a guy you are and jumped at the chance to teach you lesson."

Shaking his head, Caleb thought to the officer who pulled him over. She hadn't seemed the tiniest bit friendly. She was... God, he was right. Phil was right.

"You..."

Sophie's arms came into view with a blur of red. Before he even knew it, the lion had a ball gag shoved into his mouth. He wouldn't be able to wear it ordinarily but without the hair, he was vulnerable to that. It made his jaw ache and that sensation only got worse at the buckle being pulled tight.

He fought, tugging and flailing as Sophie silenced him. He couldn't do anything. He was at their mercy entirely. The lion was trapped, not able to move or speak or anything. Sophie came around and pushed herself up to Phil. She kissed him, her tail flicking, butt wiggling before it was grabbed by the dog. It killed Caleb. It gnawed at him and only made him flail in his seat harder. He glared and growled as he saw her kissing Phil. She pushed her body against him, grinding and rubbing her body against his. She was his!

Sophie knelt in front of Phil. Her hands went over the dog's crotch, rubbing and squeezing it with a smirk on her face. It was so much different than Caleb ever saw from the girl. She wasn't some shy little thing that would moan or gasp in sweet little nothings when Caleb slid into her. She was eager and a little slutty. Her muzzle rubbed over the bulge, a quiet purr coming from her. The lion shifted in his seat, biting his lip. It was so wrong. She wasn't supposed to be that way. She wasn't supposed to like the dog!

"Hrrr!" He tried to speak around the ballgag. He thrashed in his seat, pausing at the piercing sound of the zipper. Looking, Caleb saw the dog's large red cock flop out onto Sophie's muzzle. It might have been 8 inches or a little more and was so big around that she struggled to put her hand around it. She giggled, her hands rubbing his thighs, the sides to the back to the front.

"So handsome," she whispered to Phil, kissing the underside of his shaft up towards his tip.

"Look at this bitch," Phil laughed at Caleb. He rubbed her head carefully, and she responded by nuzzling into the hand before going back to the cock at hand. She slipped it inside of her mouth. Her mouth moved around, going in a slow circular motion, taking the behemoth into her muzzle. It was hard to tell from where Caleb was but Phil was definitely bigger. And thicker. And, judging by how eager Sophie was to dive down until her nose was buried inside his pubic fur, tastier.

"She's so fucking eager," Phil groaned. He took her head in his hand and gave a few firm thrusts into her mouth. The dog's balls smacked against her chin, each slow thrust struck her chin and forced a quiet gag from her throat. She'd never let him thrust or gag her like that. But Caleb could see her legs grinding together. A hand was between her legs and she was rubbing herself slowly. "Did she ever swallow around your cock and let you fill her gullet? I know she didn't. She tasted you once and thought it was disgusting. She hated the taste of you. Thought it was bitter," he laughed and gave another harsh thrust forward, fucking her muzzle slowly. "But me? Hell, sometimes she swallows me down without me even asking."

Caleb whimpered. It was too much. Seeing her make a gagging noise whenever he pumped his hips into her throat, the way her eyes bulged out was so gross. This wasn't how things were supposed to be. She was his bitch! His cheetah, his girlfriend.

It wasn't fair! It was wrong; it was wonderful it was... it was...

His cock was so hard he thought he might cum. Things hadn't even begun yet and the lion was aching to see just how harsh the hung dog would be when he filled up the cheetah's tight depths. She was tight around Caleb so he couldn't even imagine how tight she might be around a cock that big!

The dog's thrusts grew more impatient, balls smacking her chin while he took what he wanted from the feline, cock slamming into the back of her throat. Sophie gagged and her claws ran down his sides and with a series of audible gulps that Caleb could hear from there. She stayed there, still swallowing and slurping around his cock until the Aussie finally pulled her off. Cum and spit connected her smiling face to the dog's cock.

"What did you think?" Phil said helping Sophie up. She giggled, licking her own lips and staring at Phil. Her hand stayed at his cock, stroking him slowly, giving soft kisses to his neck. "She sure was happy be there, wasn't she? Fuck, the bitch barely even objected the first time I kissed her." Sophie's ears turned down and she was going to object when Phil pushed a kiss onto her lips. His tail wagged.

"Mmm," she cooed into his face. "Caleb, you know that trip I had to take last month?" she turned to her boyfriend. The cat climbed onto the bed, her back to the dog that had just fucked her muzzle. "I was with him. The day after you got him fired, he and I got to talking. I wasn't really happy with you anyway, but he convinced me to stay." She lifted her tail and Phil wasted no time. His large cock slid into her.

Caleb watched with morbid fascination. Her tail rose, flicking about behind her. She groaned, rocking back and forth slow enough that he could tell she was the one doing the work. Phil was just there, just a toy for her. That's when it hit him. She wasn't the victim of some act of force on Phil's side. No, she was the one who was unhappy. She wanted more than what Caleb had to offer and it burned him inside to see her force that cock deeper into her body. Watching her face contort in a pleasure that Caleb now realized wasn't forced like every other time with him must have been. His stomach churned, burning and sinking all at once. His cock hurt, strained against the cage that his cock had been forced into.

"Ppl!" Caleb managed around the gag. But Sophie either didn't hear him or didn't care. Her eyes rolled back and her hips were right up against Phil's. She was in bliss. Her body moved, grinding and wiggling against his. She whimpered, her tail being seized and the crash of hips came to a close. Instead, Phil declared war on her. His hips jack-hammered, crashing and rolling into hers over and over until Sophie's eyes finally forced themselves shut. Her face was a mask of pleasure and anger.

Whatever Caleb thought she wanted and liked was a lie. Sophie wanted nothing but Phi, someone else and as much as it struck him in the stomach, the truth was that Caleb loved watching her. He loved seeing her moan and gasp. The look in her eyes when she saw him and smirked as if she were saying that she was breaking up with him and never really loved him all at once. Caleb's cock ached in the cage, the bars digging in and hurting him but he didn't know that he might get another chance.

Phil pushed Sophie off. There was a lewd slurping noise and Caleb was really concerned for a moment. It didn't make sense. Why would--Oh.

Sophie rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs wide, showing off her body for a moment until Phil's cock pushed inside her once again. It wasn't the best angle but, Caleb could see the knot that was being rubbed against her lips. Phil rubbed it slowly, getting her walls prepared for the grapefruit-sized knot on his cock. Sophie was small but she didn't seem worried. They had done this before.

"I want you to watch," Phil growled. He looked right at Caleb, eyes narrowed. "I want you to watch as I knot the woman you tried to steal from me." He didn't even look at Caleb. The Aussie grabbed her face and forced a kiss on her. She moaned, grasping and clawing at his back. Caleb can't see when her body accepted the forced stretch. He can't see her eyes cross or feel her walls clamped down around his cock. He can't feel the sweet sense of relief from filling up the cheetah, feeling her body accept his cum with a sort of satisfaction that he'd never seen before with any other woman he'd been with.

Caleb didn't even feel his own cum leaking out of his useless, barred cock. He only became aware of it at the stickiness on his thighs. Sophie leaned her head back, moaning out loud. Her body shook, quaking and rocking rather violently. She laid her head back, tongue lolled to the side. Phil gave her neck a few soft kisses, is paws feeling her body like something precious he owned, a prize, a treasure that Caleb knew he earned.

"I like this bitch. I'm going to keep her," he laughed, looking at the lion, whose jizz collected with his mane at his feet. "If you think that's too bad, I don't want to hear it. She was always mine. Consider what you and her had a loan." The Aussie gave her lips firm kiss, and Sophie reached out towards Caleb and gave him a single finger.

"Guess that means I'm a loan collector," Phil grinned. He tugged back on his tie, forcing the knot out of Sophie who hissed at the force of the action. "I'm taking her back to my place, and then I'm going to fuck her some more." He stood up, dripping cum onto Caleb's legs, a smirk on his face. "You're fine to clean up, right?"

And like that, they were gone, leaving Caleb alone, bound in his own bedroom.