Pick-me-up
A down on his luck lion has a chance encounter that turns his day around
A lion down on his luck has an exciting encounter at a pub
Cliff sat on a high stool, head resting on folded arms, and he sighed. It was early for a bar on a weekday; most people were still at work and the sun had not yet gone down. The only other patrons were a pair of older men, a horse and a wolf, chatting away quietly at the other end of the bar. Cliff figured that they were most likely retired. Thinking about retirement reminded him of how he was unceremoniously fired that morning, which elicited another sigh. Yesterday he was a fresh-faced new member of an exciting start-up just out of college. The next day found him nursing a pint of beer in the middle of the day and feeling sorry for himself.
A perennially skinny lion, Cliff looked a bit sad in his ill-fitting suit and tie even without the added misery of his circumstances. The bartender, a handsome red fox in his late thirties or early forties, came over to him and placed a full glass next to his almost empty one.
"You look like you need another," the bartender said.
Cliff raised his head and put a hand up awkwardly. "I, uh, can't really afford to have too many."
"It's on the house." The fox turned and walked the bar toward the other customers, leaving Cliff with a free beer. Feeling a little embarrassed for being mopy, he took a sip and decided to make himself at least feel grateful for the bartender's generosity.
While he contemplated the future the bar's front door opened, and he casually looked over his shoulder to see. Walking in was a girl: a pretty fox about his age. She was wearing a dark dress that accented the red and black of her fur, and a pair of thigh high boots. Cliff met her eyes briefly as she strode in. He turned immediately back to break her gaze. He didn't look away for long though, and quickly tried to catch a glimpse of her as soon as he thought she wouldn't notice. The vixen walked confidently straight to the counter of the bar a few seats away from him. The bartender came over to talk to her in a language he didn't recognize. There was enough of a resemblance that Cliff was pretty sure they were related. Without quite realizing it he ended up staring at her for a while longer than he intended. Looking up and down her lithe body, he started to fantasize about talking to her. She leaned over the bar to grab a bottle from beneath as she talked and the bartender didn't make any move to stop her. When she leaned over Cliff' had to stifle a gasp. Her bushy tail raised up enough that he could see she was not wearing anything under her dress!
Cliff nearly choked on his beer. He coughed as quietly as he could to avoid drawing any attention. After he could breathe normally he glanced back at the foxes discretely. The girl made herself a drink the color of orange juice as she conversed with the bartender. He couldn't see beneath her dress anymore but he tried to see if he could tell if he had imagined seeing her pussy. Looking and thinking about it made him become aware that his dick was getting hard. Cliff finished his beer fast and got up to go to the bathroom. His heartbeat was ringing in his ears. He tried to not look like he was hiding a boner, which he felt only made it more obvious, as he hurried toward the men's room.
When he made it to the bathroom and entered a stall, locking it behind him, Cliff let out a deep breath. He stood there for a little while thinking. I just need to wait it out. I'm not going to beat off in a public bathroom. I can't do that. Right? I can't? Thinking about it did little to stop his cock from being hard. In fact, he found it was doing the opposite. He looked around the inside of the stall. Opening the stall door he peeked out and looked around the rest of the restroom. There was no one else inside, and he couldn't hear anything coming from the bar outside. Re-locking the stall he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. In his mind he could see the vixen at the bar. Bending over to show off her glistening wetness. Cliff licked his lips and unzipped his pants. Heart racing, he pulled his penis free. He leaned back against the door and spread his legs wider, then started stroking slowly. Excitement and fear mixed with horniness got him fully erect in no time. He thought about the fox girl he'd just seen; though about how attractive she was. He imagined touching her, feeling her entrance wrap around his cock. Fantasizing about fucking a gorgeous stranger he pumped his hand along his throbbing member.
The sound of someone opening the outer door and stepping into the restroom stopped him mid-stroke. Cliff held his breath and listened to footsteps coming closer with his dick in his hand. He stood frozen as he waited for the person to use a urinal, wash his hands and leave. Heart thumping in his chest he let out the sigh he was holding and pulled his pants up. His hard member bulged in his pants, but nearly being caught had broken his resolve. Hoping that no one would notice his hard-on when he went back to the bar, Cliff opened the door to the stall and headed out.
As soon as he was in view of the bathroom door he froze again. Standing just inside was the fox girl from the bar, and she was staring at him intensely. Her eyes surveyed him as she reached behind her and locked the door standing between them and the people outside. Licking her lips, she grabbed her dress in both hands and slowly raised the fabric, revealing the fur of her thighs more and more. When she was holding up the dress for him to see her pussy she motioned her head toward his crotch. "I saw you looking. Is that for me?" Her voice was sultry as she practically purred the words. There was just a hint of an accent Cliff couldn't quite place, which only added to the melodic allure. All he could do was stare at the beautiful vixen baring herself to him. He swallowed a lump in his throat while his pulse was pounding faster than it ever had.
Swaying her hips the fox strode over to him. She reached with one paw to stroke his chin and the other down to the button of his slacks. Cliff was transfixed. He couldn't believe what was happening. She opened his pants enough to get her paw inside and started slowly rubbing his dick. "I'm Teela. What's your name?" The breath of her whisper was hot on his face.
"C-Cliff," was all he could manage to say.
"Do you want me, Cliff?" As she spoke just inches from his ear her hand pulled his erection from its prison. With a playful flick of her fingers she got her paw slick with precum and stroked along the length of his cock, now standing at rigid attention. She licked her tongue over the top of his ear.
"Yes. God yes." His voice came out as a ragged sigh. She said nothing else. Her face moved down and she gave his shoulder a playful bite and ran her wet tongue along his neck. All the while her paw stroked him. Unable to form coherent thoughts Cliff gasped into her as she slowly teased his length. Teela gave his ear another flick of her tongue then sank to her knees. She stared up at Cliff, her big, clear eyes looking right into his. She gave the underside of his shaft a slow lick from base to tip, then wrapped her muzzle around it and swallowed all the way into her throat. The shock of sensation burst through Cliff's whole body. Teela worked his erect member expertly. She caressed his swollen sack as her mouth and tongue slathered his cock in pleasure.
"Oh fuck! Oh ffffuuuu-" The sensation became too much to hold back and Cliff fell over the edge. Unthinking he gripped Teela's head behind the ears and let loose a torrent of cum into her. Shuddering as waves of orgasm wracked him Cliff held on to Teela, bent over her while ropes of hot seed poured down her throat. The vixen beneath him milked his dick, massaging him with her throat as he emptied his nut. He came harder than he ever had, throbbing balls pumping his very soul out until there was seemingly nothing left in him.
Once he was fully past his orgasmic bliss he let go of his grip on Teela. She slid his cock from her mouth and licked her lips with a grin. Cliff leaned back against the wall to catch his breath. Teela sauntered over to the counter of sinks and hopped up to sit on it.
"I like the way you taste, Cliff," she said. She grabbed a handful of her dress and hiked it up to her waist. "Do you want to see how I taste?" she added with a smirk. Drunk on post-orgasmic bliss Cliff moved to her and dove his muzzle between her legs. He didn't have experience eating pussy, but he lapped at her sex with gusto. He dragged his tongue up and down her folds as fast as he could. Teela ran a hand through his mane. "Not quite like that. Let me teach you. Can you follow instructions, Cliff?" He looked up at her, his muzzle damp, and nodded. Teela told him what to do, moaning her directions and keeping a grip on his hair while he went down on her. He got the hang of it quickly, and not long after Teela pressed her thighs against his ears and came shuddering. The eager Cliff flicked his leonine tongue on her clit while she shook through her orgasm. Her juices ran down his chin and matted his fur and Teela's cumming moan echoed through the room.
She laid back breathing heavily. His fervent bout of cunnilingus excited Cliff again. Teela jumped down from the counter top and swayed her way slowly to the wall next to the door to the bar. With a look over her shoulder she raised her tail high. That was all the prompting Cliff needed. In an instant he was behind her, hard dick in hand. She gave her rump a little shake and Cliff, emboldened and drunk with desire, grabbed the base of her tail with one hand and with the other guided his cock up to her entrance. Desperately trying to make sure he lasted he pushed forward with his hips as slowly as he could make himself. The lion's manhood slid into her. The feeling was incredible. An amazing sensation enveloped his member until her tail was flat against his stomach. Cliff got a hold of Teela's hips and started to move.
Cliff started thrusting into her slick pussy from behind as she braced herself on the wall with outstretched arms. The lion began humping her more furiously. His feline cock rammed Teela like a piston hammer. She let out gasping moans, which revved him up even more. Cliff bent her over more and reached a hand around to rub her slit where they were attached. She shivered and pushed back against his hips with the rhythm of their fucking. He became an animal of raw passion, plowing her as deep as he could with abandon. There could be no mistaking what was happening in the room from the sounds of pleasure escaping their throats.
Teela came again under the stimulation of Cliff's paw and rod. He felt her orgasmic juices splash over his fingers and she bucked hard against him. Her clenching hole was enough to bring him over the brink. With a final thrust he jammed himself fully inside of her and held on tightly around her waist. He let loose a torrent of seed deep into the vixen's tunnel. Without thinking Cliff bent over her back and muffled his moans with her neck. The two of them stayed clamped together tightly as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
They collapsed to the floor, spent and panting. For a while they caught their breath in silent afterglow. Cliff pulled his cock out of her, dripping some of the load of cum onto the floor. Teela stood and turned around with a satisfied grin. She gave him a wink and blew a kiss, before simply smoothing out her dress and walking out the door. Cliff sat back stunned. Pants halfway down and reeking of sex, he watched dumbfounded as she strode casually away. Suddenly feeling very exposed he hastily reassembled his clothes and washed up as best he could. He didn't see the girl who'd just banged him when he left the bathroom, and he didn't stick around any longer. The adrenaline rush of just getting laid in a bar propelled him away without much thought. It had been an up-and-down day to be sure, but he knew one thing for certain:
He definitely was going to come back to that bar.