Now the Hungry Lion Roars
Imported from SF2 with no description.
It was Tuesday when it happened.
I was called into my boss, Ms. McDonald’s office. She was the Chief Financial Officer of the company. And to boot, she was a lioness. Light brown fur covered her body, with a slight beige coloration adorning the area around her eyes, muzzle, and going down her neck. She was tall, lean, everywhere she walked she turned heads as equally as she made people flee in terror. A beautiful woman but nonetheless a terrifying one. She’d been known to yell at anyone doing even the slightest thing out of line: a tie barely an inch out of place, a desk with just one too many papers, a beard not trimmed to perfection.
Working for her was a nightmare. And she called me into her office by name. She only ever asks for someone by name specifically when they need to be disciplined. I was not looking forward to her berating me for whatever minor mistake I made.
As I dragged my feet to her office, one of my coworkers very loudly whispered he thought I was going to be fired. For what, I’m not sure. But, when others co-workers began to chime in their agreement, I began to worry this call was much more serious than I initially thought. I couldn’t lose this job. It paid well. Well enough for me to afford to move out of my crummy apartment and into a small house. Losing this job would mean I’d have to go back to living in cramped spaces with too thin walls and hardly enough hot water to go around.
Finally at her office door, I knocked once, my hand trembling. The moment my knuckle made contact with the oak door, a loud voice called from inside to hurry up and enter. I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly entered. Inside, the office was neatly organized. Every stack of paper placed on top of one another without any sticking out. All the cabinets closed with not a hint of any file or folder bulging out. Ever her desk was perfectly in line, with every pen and paperweight lined up in their own rows. Nothing out of place. Fitting a woman who demanded perfection.
After closing the door behind me, I stood stock still, unsure of what was expected of me. I’d never been called into her office before. Ms. McDonald was dressed in a dark navy business suit, the color of her white shirt poking out beneath. She sat there at her desk, hands hidden underneath. Knowing the storied I’d been told, she was probably sharpening her claws. She stared at me with her golden yellow eyes, studying me. Likely finding a weak point in my appearance she could yell about. Just as I was about to open my mouth, she spoke first.
“Michael, do you know why I called you in today?”
I searched my mind for anything I might have done wrong. Anything out of place. Something that would make her mad. I came up empty. “No ma’am, I’m afraid I have no idea.”
Her black lips pulled back into an eerie smile, showing off all her sharp teeth. If there’s one thing I’ll never get used to, it’s seeing predator anthros’ teeth. Razor sharp, made for cutting apart the soft meat of prey. And at that moment in that office, the prey was me.
I held my breath then, fearing the worst. But instead of jumping over the desk and ripping into my neck, she let out a very soft, warm laugh. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the laugh belonged to an energetic young fox, not to this 40-something cutthroat lioness. She brought her hand out from hiding and actually hid her mouth while laughing. It was almost kinda cute.
After what felt like ages, her laughs finally began to stop. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh, but the look on your face.” She let out a small chuckle before continuing, “It almost looked like you thought I’d kill you or something.” She pushed her chair away from her desk, standing up. She was about a head shorter than me, but she held herself as if she was the one towering over me.
“No. Far from it. I want you for something very special, Michael.” She walked around her desk, and for the very first time, I noticed something not perfect about her appearance. She was naked from the waist down. I could see the beige fur that came down her neck must meander its way down her stomach, as it came to end between her thighs. I tried not to stare, honestly I tried, but I noticed the black lips hiding in the middle of her thighs were glistening.
I sucked in a breath, and was met with the tangy aroma of a woman in heat. I backed up against the door, my body not listening to me when I demanded it to leave the office. With every passing second, Ms. McDonald was walking closer and closer, a look of predatory hunger in her eyes.
“You see, I know you don’t want to lose this job. And as you can plainly tell,” she gestured to her half naked form, “I am in need of some help. Don’t worry, though, I won’t fire you if you refuse. But, if you accept, I can promise some very wonderful...benefits.
“Your very own private parking space. A raise to your salary. A move to a better office. And of course, serving me whenever I need it.” She was barely a foot away then, her aroused scent drowning out my better judgement. My loins were screaming at me to just accept it. More money, better parking, a new office, and sex? Just go with it already, you idiot.
My voice was hoarse when I finally answered her. “What do I have to do, exactly?”
Her sharp teeth showed off once again in another smile as she pulled me by the wrist, forcing me to follow her to her desk.
“Oh, I think you already know what I want from you.” She let out another soft laugh and planted herself in her chair, turning it around to face me. She opened her furred legs wide and patted the little space of chair visible between them.
I could still refuse. She already said she wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t go along with this. But on the other hand, it had been a while since I last had any sex. And I’d never done it with an anthro lady before. Chalk one up for adventurous encounters, I told myself as I sank to my knees before my boss.
I heard her let out a triumphant little sound as I ran my hands up her bare legs, feeling the softness of her fur as I slowly traveled towards her waiting honeypot. I brought a finger to the wet entrance and slowly pushed it within. It was unbelievably warm. Hotter than any human woman I’d ever been with. I could feel her walls close around my finger, trying to milk it as if it could give anything but pleasure.
“Don’t tease,” she whispered. She brought her hand down to my cheek, her claws extending out as a warning.
Getting the message, I pulled my finger out, eliciting a little moan from the older lioness. With little more on my mind but this moment, I dove in. She tasted sweet, with a slight saltiness to it. Nothing too bad, mind, but I assumed it to be more different. I didn’t know what exactly I expected, but I mentally kicked myself for forgetting the task at hand. I had a lady waiting for pleasure. I shouldn’t keep her.
As I ran my tongue around in little circles, her fluids gushed out, the scent filling my nostrils. Every swipe of my tongue brought another moan from my boss, her hands digging into my hair and pushing me down further, urging me on. I gave her exactly what she wanted. I plunged my tongue deep inside, the sweet taste acting like an aphrodisiac, the scent making my head spin. Hearing the moans and whispered words from above, I knew Ms. McDonald loved it.
I felt her claws come out and prick my scalp. The pain was worth it, I thought, as I continued to devour the treasure before me. Having a nasty thought come to mind, I reached around the older woman’s waist and grabbed her tail hard. I’d read somewhere that many anthros love to have their tails pulled. Ms. McDonald was no exception. The moment I pulled her tail, she let out a groaning mix of pleasure and pain. But she didn’t stop me.
I could feel her inner walls tighten around my tongue, her breath coming fast and faster. At one point, I could swear I heard her call out my name. But with my head buried in her thighs, it was a bit hard to tell clearly. With a final pull of her tail, I felt her claws clamp down on my head, surely drawing a small amount of blood. Her hips bucked upwards and my entire face was suffocated with her thighs closing around my head.
It took a few moment before she relaxed and allowed me to breathe once more. My face was coated in her juices, as well her chair. The room smelled of her arousal. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she took one look at me and opened a drawer on her desk, tossing a small towel over my face. Once cleaned up, I stood, my erection making a painful tent in my slacks. I began to unbuckle my belt, but Ms. McDonald grabbed a wrist.
“Not this time, sweetie. Maybe next time.” She let out a long sigh and softly slapped my leg. “Now, go back to work before someone starts getting suspicious.”