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The dream begins where I’m wandering through what looks like rural Georgia or Tennessee, with kudzu vines choking the life out of the whole landscape and what once were usable buildings. There aren’t many, but it seems like I’m in an abandoned small town. I’m wearing a pack, a gun belt with a pistol, and have a rifle with me, as if I’m hunting or possibly surviving an apocalypse, like Stephen King’s ‘The Stand’. A thunderclap startles me, and I look to see the horizon behind me is completely shrouded in darkness. Realizing that I’m about to be enveloped in a storm, I look around at the small town I’m in and find a short water tower.

I sling my rifle and carefully climb the ladder, being mindful of the rotting wood. I scan the little town of barely a dozen structures, looking at their rooftops for damage. One building, which looks like an old garage, perhaps a mom & pop business, seems to have the best roof. I climb down and scout the building and discover that the solitary roll-up door has a little play in it. I’m thankful, because the windows are all intact and I don’t want the cold wind to blow in after breaking one. Taking off the pack and dropping my rifle, I lift the door barely knee high, shove everything under, and then crawl underneath it.

To my surprise, the garage is small and isolated, with an old car in it. Thankfully, it’s a vintage vehicle from the 50s or 60s and has good ground clearance; I’m forced to drag my stuff through the dust and grime beneath the vehicle, until I clear the front bumper. Rising to my feet, I open the inner garage door and walk through a hall, discovering that I’m not in a business, but inside of a very blocky, cinder block house. I’ve seen one similar in the past, and it left a lasting impression. Using the light from the grimy windows, I can see inside without a flashlight.

I find a bedroom and set down my pack, rifle and remove my gun belt. I take off my filthy top shirt and swing it out like a door mat, patting the back, trying and knock more dirt off. I set the shirt aside now wearing only my boots, black jeans and a black undershirt. I hear a noise that doesn’t sound like the storm, which is swiftly approaching, and for some reason I decide it’s wise to wander around the small, unexplored home unarmed. I leave the bedroom and walk down the hall, looking into opened doors. The room next to mine is a bathroom with nothing of consequence. I peek into the room across the hall, and freeze.

There, on the bed, I see what looks like a Voeldahn. A sheet covers the person, but I see a lionesque tail hanging down and toward the floor. For a moment, I worry that they’re dead, because I can’t even see breathing. I step inside and my boot thuds on hardwood. While the rest of the home is carpeted, this one room isn’t. The being shifts and rolls. With the sheet slipping away from their body, I can see that it’s a female, and she’s naked, or at least her top is. She has what I would call an “average” figure; she has a good waist/hip ratio with a more or less flat belly and B-cup breasts. Under the sheets, her legs look sturdy, not slim but not fatty. She clearly has a bit of meat on her, probably weighing between 115 and 125 pounds.

As she flattens out onto her back, I see an arm resting over her belly at an angle. A hand covers her groin. I can see motion as she rubs her own vagina, her eyes closed. Her mouth opens and she gasps. She moans, and her free hand, which had flopped onto the mattress after she rolled, reaches up and grips a breast. She pinches her own, pink nipple. Her body is covered in tawny fur, like a mountain lion, with lighter fur on her neck, chest and belly. She has nearly identical hair length to the picture above, but in contrast, her hair is a much lighter brown. I worry that she’s going to catch me and panic, so I try to quietly back out of the room.

As I move, I bump something on the floor; random fallen debris. She hears the noise, and her rounded, lioness ears shift. Opening her sleepy eyes slowly, she turns her amber orbs toward me. Seeing me in the room, rather than panic at the strange human man watching her, she slowly turns her head. Looking at me with a strange smile, she takes a deep breath through her nose and arches her back, stretching.

“Hi, again.” She says.

I raise a brow in confusion. I’ve never seen her before – I have art that’s similar, but this exact girl doesn’t exist that I know of – somehow, though, she seems to know me.

“Am I still dreaming?” She asks.

I don’t answer, shrugging my shoulders and smiling.

“I must be. You’re just like I imagined, and I’m not that lucky.” She giggles.

Now curious, I take a step closer, walking up to her. She takes the hand was rubbing her pussy and tosses off the sheet, revealing her entire body to me. She’s entirely nude underneath. The lioness stretches out her left leg and bends the right, her pawlike, digitigrade foot resting atop the mattress. I stand to her left, looking at her as she quite literally presents herself. She looks to me, cocking her head as if surprised that I’m not taking a particular action. I don’t want to play into her fantasy, that I’m a dream and she’s asleep, because she’s not, but I look over her body and feel my willpower faltering. She’s so beautiful, and I’m already growing erect in my pants.

“Babe?” She finally speaks.

I quickly pull off my black undershirt and step on the heels of my boots, pulling my feet from them.

“Mmm... Better.” She coos, her hand returning to her groin to rub herself. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot since my last dream.”

“Well, I’m here.” I suddenly say.

I surprise myself as I effectively cave in. Her hand grips the waistband of my pants as I prepare to remove them.

“Let me.”

She sits up, planting her feet on the floor. Her claws click. I look down as she unbuttons my pants, pushing them down, along with my underwear. She leans in and presses her lips and nose against my stiffening penis, giving it a sniff.

“Mmm...” She turns her amber eyes up to me.

Pulling back and opening her mouth, she licks my cock, from head to base. She takes hold of my organ, lifts it up, and then licks me. She leaves no parts of my genitals unattended, swiftly enveloping me with her mouth and bobbing her head back and forth.

“Wow. You taste better than the last time.” She coos, taking her mouth from me.

“My turn.” I reply with a sly grin.

I rest my hands on her shoulders. I lean in and kiss her, which seems to startle her. She melts like warm butter as I make-out with her. Lying her onto her back, she resumes her previous position. I move to the end of the bed and crawl up, on my forearms and knees. I give her loins a little sniff, and it smells very nice. She clearly takes care of herself. I give her clitoris a little lick, then a soft kiss, before running the tip of my tongue over her nether lips. She gasps and moans, resting her clawed hand atop my head and weaving her fingers through my hair. I insert my tongue, slowly spelling the letters of the alphabet before tending to her clitoris; I repeat this a few times.

“God, I wish you were real.” She says to me with a somber tone.

I pause and look up at her, looking into her eyes for a moment. She looks down at me, but her expression is almost pained. She really thinks this is her own dream, and she’s fully expecting to wake up alone; it makes her sad. I crawl up to her and give her another kiss.

“You’re not dreaming.” I say, shaking my head.

“Of course I am. This could never happen to me in real life, especially not now.” She says with a sullen sigh. “Please, before I wake up... Make love to me.”

I lean in, kissing her lips once more. Our tongues entwine and I push myself against her, the underside of my cock resting on her crotch and reaching up to her belly. Tilting my hips, I grind my flesh against her. She cants her hips to match my movements. Our flesh rubs and she moans, her voice quivering from the pleasure she feels. Her eyes open wide and she suddenly seems confused. I pull back, press the head of my penis against her loins, grip the base with one hand and push myself into her. I enter her vagina, which is quite tight and is so hot that it nearly seers my flesh.

“Oh god!” She gasps, her back arching and arms gripping my biceps tightly. “You really are real! I-I’ve never felt you in my dreams before!”

“Mhm. I’m real, and I’m yours.” I reply with a very sweet tone.

Kissing her cheek, I continue to push myself into her burning hot loins. Her claws rake my back as she gasps, her body trembling. She’s clearly loving every blissful second of this, as am I. I soon bury my cock into her, sheathing myself entirely in her stretched vagina.

“Oh, fuuuck!” She groans.

Her fur feels so nice against my skin, and her legs wrap around me. She kisses me with such vigor, her passion growing. I feel my balls dragging on the underside of her lioness tail as I pump my flesh into hers. With an arm slipped beneath her body, resting near her spine, I use my other hand to fondle her perky breasts and gently pinch her nipples. I kiss all along her snout, over her cheek and then her neck as she moans, groans and claws my back. I feel her animalesque ankles against my legs, just below my buttocks as she holds me in.

“Nngf! I’ve wanted this, ahh, for so long. Please. Mmm, don’t stop! Ahh!” She pleads.

I pump my flesh into and out of her, feeling her loins quivering as I use her. Taking my hand from her breast, I move it down and slip it beneath her body. It rests adjacent to my other arm, and I use my fingers to grip her shoulders, holding her in place. Grunting and panting, I pound her pussy with more vigor, now keeping her from sliding away from me. Plop, plop, plop as my balls slap her furry ass, driving myself in hard. Her moans grow louder and more forceful until eventually she’s screaming in pleasure.

“Ahhgahd! Ahhgahd! Oh fuck! Fuck me!” She squeals.

“Nng-shit! So, nngf, good!” I grunt.

The girl’s body tenses up and her legs start to tremor, her body quaking as I feel her vaginal canal tightening on my cock.

“Ahh-fuck! Mmm! Nngf, nngf, Nnnngggahhh!!!” She cries out.

Her hands press firmly against my back as I feel her orgasm, her pussy squeezing my phallus with considerable force. I can both hear and see her tail whipping from side to side; it dances with delight in my peripheral vision as I pleasure her.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh!” She exclaims as I keep on working.

“Nngf! Nngf! I’m, nngf, about to, nngf!” I grunt out.

“Oh, please... Don’t.” She says, her eyes wide.

It’s clear that she doesn’t want me to cum in her, and I have every intention of cooperating. I nod my head in response, and her frightened eyes soften. I move a little slower, trying to draw out my pleasure and stave off the inevitable. I push in hard, using nice, methodical strokes. She moans and groans, her back arching and chest heaving. Her fur is matting with her sweat and I can smell a faint but pleasant, feminine musk in the room. However, as I draw near, she suddenly crosses her ankles behind my buttocks. I’m seconds away from my release, and I know it.

“Ahh-yes! Just like that! Mmm.” She moans.

“Nngf! I’m almost... GRR!” I grunt, trying to hold out.

“Ahh! AHH! YES!” She squeals.

She curls her body into a subtle crescent, holding onto my torso with both arms, resting her head near my chest and holding me inside of her with her legs. There’s no escape.

“Nngf! NNGF! NNNNGGRRRAAAHHH!!!” I roar.

“AHHHHH!!!” She screams, her eyes wide and head thrown back.

She stares at the headboard as I cum hard, shooting my fertile cum deep inside of her pussy. It floods her uterus and races for her eggs, forcing out another body rocking orgasm. She tremors as she cums hard, her arms and legs growing weak. With her amber eyes closed, she turns her head and nuzzles my face. Her pink, feline nose grinds against my skin and she gives me a very tender kiss.

“Oh god...” She groans, her lips curled into a wide, open-mouthed smile.

“I’m... I’m sorry, I...” I apologize.

I turn to look at her, seeing her expression. Her eyelids open slowly. She looks at me, her amber orbs scanning my face. Turning her head, she leans in and presses her face against my chest, nuzzling me.

“I tried not to, but-”

“It’s okay... I didn’t want you to.” She coos, nuzzling my chest. “I wanted to feel it... I wanted to feel you.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” I grin. “But, what about-?”

“Don’t worry.” She quickly interrupts.

She plants a kiss on my lips before I can respond. She keeps her legs wrapped around me, her body still curled into a slight crescent as my seed goes to work. I briefly wonder if this is exactly what she wanted the whole time. Finally, she lets me pull out of her quivering pussy. She groans as I withdrawal, sighing with pleasure. I lay in the bed beside her, slipping my arms around her waist. Spooning with the lioness, I kiss her shoulder, then her neck, and then her cheek. She grips, reaching a hand back and resting it on my face.

“Mmm, this was... Amazing.” She says with a delighted sigh.

“Yeah. You look tired.” I say, nuzzling her cheek with my nose.

“I don’t want to go back to sleep.” She suddenly whimpers.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want this to end.” She murmurs.

With my arms still wrapped around her, I kiss her cheek and pull against her, holding her closer. At this point, something was rousing me from my sleep, but with focus and staying comfortable, I briefly returned to sleep. The dream returned with me standing before the building, now wearing my equipment and with my rifle slung on a shoulder. The lioness is fully dressed, standing beside me and wearing a small pack. A subtle breeze ruffles her hair as I look over to her, smiling warmly. She smiles back. I reach out a hand, and she takes hold of it, interlocking out fingers. We continue to walk down the lonely road, toward God only knows what. Then I woke up again, unable to go back to sleep.