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Mika really should have been studying. She should have always been studying at this point. Finals were in a week. A week! Just because she was running at such an immaculate average that should could have skipped out on every single one of her exams and still ended up with a solid passing grade didn't mean anything. That was all well and good if her objective was just to pass. Clearly her friends didn't understand the importance of every single decimal point in an average. Honestly, she wasn't even sure if they understood averages at all. Yet there was still that side of her that wanted to be part of a circle, that still wanted them to like her, and they still had some sort of persuasive pull over her that finally had her caving to the idea of going "out." Whatever that meant.

Turned out it meant drinking. She could do that at home, she was pretty sure, but for some reason it was important to be drinking in the proximity of total strangers. So there she sat upon a barstool, pushing her glasses up along her muzzle, looking the picture of a grumpy cat while a lock of curly ginger hair fell into over one lens. She let it stay for quite a while, taking a swig of something loaded with sugar and alcohol alike, glaring out over the crowd. They were gone. Whether it was intentional or not, they had abandoned her ages ago, swallowed by the masses of bodies, their voices drowned out by the general cacophony that rang in her head a little more with every sip. This wasn't the first time this had happened.

It was easy for them. A pretty vixen and doe, they were so pretty in every way it was practically a cliche. Sometimes people said her calico markings were pretty, but she always felt more like she looked like she'd been splashed with paint, or perhaps dragged through the dirt on a bad day. Then there was her, more cursed than blessed by her annoyingly hefty bosom. That violet dress she put on hugged them plenty, but it was even better at emphasizing the weight she'd been putting on lately in case anyone might not have noticed. Unless she started skimping on sleep or cutting class, there really was no time to get out and exercise, or track down a proper meal that wasn't easily microwaved. That's what she told herself to feel a little better about that softened paunch around her middle. If she sat right, it mostly wasn't obvious, she thought.

If Cass and Brandy hadn't noticed they'd left her to her fate alone, and mildly intoxicated in that crowded bar, then they probably weren't going to notice if she paid her bill and ducked out early. Maybe the walk home would do her good, she figured. It had been a while since she'd been through the park, which was always stunning around this time of year with the flowerbeds in their prime. She could turn her annoyance at getting dragged out into a bit of self-care, or so she'd call it, and reset her mind for the intense cramming session to come first thing tomorrow morning. Well, maybe second thing, after downing that sparkling drink. It didn't look intimidating, but as soon as she stood up, she was stricken by a sudden light-headedness that had her wobbling in place. As well as something else, another sensation she hadn't felt in so long she had almost started to wonder if she still could. But there was really no mistaking it.

The moment she got to her feet, something inside her body woke from its slumber and seized hold of her entire being, freezing her to the spot with a looking of teeth-clenched alarm like she'd just spotted a predator in the wild. Such looks were better for deer like Brandy, not a cat like her. That was the only way she knew how to react to that undeniable clench between her thighs that came accompanied by a feeling of sweltering warmth, of humid, stifling body heat that made her hyper aware of just how thick the room was with the scent of other people. Most of them she ignored, but there were a few that stood out to her. Hot. Masculine. Powerful. She couldn't see them yet, but her body knew they were there, and sent her into an oozing, even dripping state of all-consuming need to get impregnated, no matter how little sense that might have made for her at that point in her life. It was enough to make her curl her toes into the bottoms of her shoes, for her to naturally tense up until her tail was lifted right up against her shoulders, and to leave her biting her lip just to fight down the urge to yowl out loud. That was a battle she eventually lost, arching her back and puffing her chest out as she projected that shrill sound all around the bar like an anguished shriek.

Even for all the noise around her, someone was bound to hear that. Worse still, there were surely people all around who knew what it meant. She had to get out of there. Her body was conspiring against her better judgment, leaving her and overheated mess, drizzling her own thighs beneath her dress with aroused fluids that glistened upon her fur. Then there was the scent. It was obvious enough to her, which meant that anyone nearby who was particularly receptive to those kinds of blatant 'fuck me!' pheromones knew exactly what her body was saying. It wasn't so much a seductive whisper as metaphorically shouted from the rooftops with a megaphone. She winced once she got her voice back, scanning sharply through the sea of bodies for anyone who might have been looking her way. Plenty were, returning the look as she glared at them like a manic feral cat, but she didn't see anyone casting her any dangerously flirty glances yet. Which was good, because she was in no state at all to resist even the slightest suggestion of interest.

The crowd was dense and chaotic enough that nobody even stopped her when she darted out the door without paying her bill. They probably wouldn't be ruined over a single wine cooler, she figured. She could always pay them back another time when she was in a less dangerously vulnerable state. She stumbled like a drunken dart into the parking lot, breathing a long, deep puff of night air and holding it in for a while. Sighing out, she realized she felt a little better. Getting away from all that body heat, from all those intoxicated creatures, she felt less enslaved by her desires, at least. There was no way she was going back though. The ache remained present, leaving her walking all kinds of funny, resisting the image in her head that grew in clarity with each step of simply sprawling across the hood of a parked vehicle and rubbing herself to climax one or maybe a dozen times. She could do that when she got home, with the assistance of one of her many favourite toys, and then all would be back to normal, just like every year.

Why not head through the park like she was planning? The smell of flowers would probably take her mind off her cravings for strong, sweaty male bodies. And she was less likely to run into someone there than on the sidewalk heading back to the dorms. That made sense to her at the time. It was only when she ascended that flight of concrete steps and planted her feet upon the stone path of that well-kept public garden that she realized just how alone she was. It would have made a lot more sense to turn back right that moment, but as she paced her way forward to where the trees overshadowed the path like a canopy, she found she couldn't stop herself. She was on automatic, her legs carrying her along as if controlled by unseen forces, and every time her thighs rubbed together she felt a little spark of pleasure that was enough to make her show her pretty little teeth, and sometimes even whimper.

At least she hadn't run into anyone yet. She was pacing along at a speed beyond normal, looking like one of those silly power-walkers while she started to puff a little. Okay, that was it, she really did need to start exercising more. The jiggle in her belly seemed to beat out that of her breasts, and she was pretty sure that wasn't how it was supposed to work. But fatigue and lack of breath wasn't going to stop her from getting home to some privacy as quickly as possible. She was lucky enough to be one of the few students with a dorm room all to herself, and there was going to be some noise in there once she pulled out that hidden box of treasures from her bottom drawer. The only thing that could distract her from her determined march was the twinkling of her phone in her purse. Her gait barely slowed as she fumbled for it, revealing a new text from Cass.

Where r u?

There was enough room in her brain at the moment for exactly one thing, and so trying to text back while keeping up that hurried stride was proving disastrous. She had nothing more than a jumble of letters in the text field as her thumbs awkwardly tapped against the screen, her tongue sticking out between her lips as she stared down at her phone, rushing along the path. It was all made worse by her own indecision on how to answer. Should she make some sort of snide comment about them leaving her? Or should she just pretend she was sick and had to leave? That was true, in a way. Or maybe this was the time to really type things out, to spill her heart and let that vixen know just how much it had hurt her feelings to abandon her like that and how she'd never actually been that great of a friend and maybe if she didn't care about her future ... and so on. Somehow, after just one drink, that was starting to seem like a good idea she would in no way regret come morning. Mercifully, she didn't any further than deleting that word salad and attempting to start again before she bumped into something solid obstructing her progress.

It was warm, and soft, but remained solidly in place to leave her bouncing right off that sudden blockade. In a moment, there was a scent to accompany the new presence, one that radiated outwards into her heat-addled senses. It was perfect. Rich, sultry, spicy, masculine. It was everything she wanted in a male's musk, she concluded, before she even properly laid eyes on its bearer. She had to step back from him just to get a good luck, given just how much of him there was to look at. What she saw had her biting her lip, curling her fingers and toes, and twitching her tail, her whole body launching into an absolutely maddening cocktail of desire and foolish recklessness as her heat took full hold. He was unlike any lion she had ever seen, and at a mere glance, she knew she was doomed.

In the hot way, of course. Looking over that enormous, maned cat, examining him from his gold and silver mane, down to his shimmering gaze, and that warm smile upon his obviously-sentient face of his, she was stricken by an immediate impression of experience and intelligence. Perhaps wealth as well, though that might have been the natural regal appearance of lions. He was bigger than any cat she'd ever seen, too. Her stature put her somewhere around his chin shoulder, and just one of his paws was roughly the size of her entire head. Even despite that, and knowing how easy it would have been for her to simply crush her with a careless pounce, she was anything but afraid. She was staring, examining him up and down, taking in that well-built musculature, admiring the way his dark mane stretched down to his chest and almost his belly, watching the slow swishing of his tufted tail before finally remembering her manners and turning her gaze back to his. As best as she could hold it anyway, stricken by the urge to flit her eyes to the side and not stare too long, simply for the strength he projected with a mere look.

When he spoke, his voice was as deep as it was silky to her ears.

"Good evening, young lady." He nodded his head in greeting. "I will admit. I was reasonably certain you would see me."

"Oh! Sorry! I was - well. It's a crazy night, hahaha." Her laughter sounded forced even to herself. She rubbed the back of her head and tried to meet his gaze again. "You haven't been following me, have you?"

"Briefly. It was not my intention, but I simply couldn't help but come say hello once I caught wind of you." That was enough to make him chuckle, a brief, guttural noise that was much like a cough.

"Wind? Oh. Um." She dug her toes into the soles of her shoes as if she was going to burrow right through and root herself into the ground like a tree. "Can I ... help you?"

He turned himself, regarding her head on, overwhelming her vision with that great maned head and his perpetual golden stare. His eyes didn't wander, locked upon hers, and she found herself buckling, her legs trembling, as if she was about to just fall right over. Instead, she just ended up rubbing her thighs together, which only made her more aware of just how wet she was, that constant thick sheen glistening upon her pussy trailing a hot path along the inside of her legs. Every squirming rub just brought out more of that heated scent, projecting her need all through the park. And he were standing right in front of her, taking it all in with slow, steady breaths.

"Pardon me if I'm being presumptuous, but something tells me it's more likely that you need my help." He gave a little smile, his face just as expressive as any anthro's despite his size.

She took a startled step back, biting her lower lip, shaking her head. It was hard to even find her words when the urge to yowl and maybe even scream rose thickly in her throat, leaving her with little more of a squeak for a voice.

"Oh, I shouldn't ... I mean, I should really be getting home. It's very late, and I ... I'm not even supposed to be out tonight. But that's nice of you to ... offer."

She spread her arms out, waving them in circles just to maintain her own balance. One slip, and she would have fallen on her ass. And some part of her welcomed that idea. If she fell there in the warm grass, he could have just laid himself over top of her, burying her in that inviting warmth, that soft fur and leonine muscle. She would get to feel his rumbles right against her own skin, take in his scent directly from the source. While she rolled those thoughts through her mind, she couldn't help but fixate on the smallest details. Those little glimpses of his fangs, his claws slowly extending and scraping against the path, the swishes of his tufted tail, slow and controlled - they were all adding up to leave her trembling even more, pressing her fingers into her palms, overwhelmed with a restless urge that made her want to kick her legs, if not to simply collapse into his musky invitation.

Her body wasn't obeying her commands anymore. She felt like a malfunctioning machine, her limbs shaking and tensing all on their own, or even moving. When she found herself raising her arms, there was no stopping it, that urge overpowering her common sense. She was reaching out her hand, tugged along by some sort of gravitational pull, or perhaps simply hypnotized. The lion simply stepped a little closer, meeting that extended hand with his muzzle, letting her fingers glide along his cheek before simply vanishing into the thick fluff of his mane. It was smooth, immaculately groomed, silky to the touch, and one stroke had her immediately wanting more. She brought her other hand up, and pressed a little closer, looking into his lovely eyes while she stroked longingly through his mane, purring like an engine, swaying back and forth to the beat of the hypnotic song inside of her.

His voice took on an even deeper rumble, a primal, sultry sound that massaged her senses as she listened.

"There's no need to be nervous, young lady. I am certainly not going to harm you. My name is Alexander, by the way." He pressed his lips up near one of her perked ears, his simple question spoken with velvety lust, as if it was the dirtiest thing to ask. "Might I have yours?"

"Ahhh ..." came the calico's quaking sigh. "It's Mika."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mika. I hope I'm not keeping you from something important."

His lips brushed against the very tip of her ear as he spoke into it, his lips eventually catching it, giving just the tiniest of nibbles while she rubbed and admired the texture of his mane, and all the lion scent it contained. Every breath had her need growing a little deeper, until that heated need was more of an ache, her body rebelling against her every moment she didn't fulfill such a basic biological necessity. She felt herself growing weak, falling in against him, but he was there to hold her up, effortlessly supporting her as he pressed his muzzle against her shoulder, becoming a warm, unbending wall to support her.

"Ah, no, it's fine," she faintly murmured, and as soon as the words were out of her mouth she felt silly for speaking. They were beyond words by then.

Alexander kept those impossible deep sounds flowing, like a crackling storm in his chest, and she simply continue to explore him. She felt like a kitten, like she was small enough to step on if he wasn't careful. His breath was impressible hot, leaving her panting, sweating just by being in his presence. The night wasn't even that hot, but she felt tropical in those moments, and the musk was only growing thicker the longer they remained in each other's presence. Hew mewls and meows started up, a shrill little sound in comparison to his constant thunder, growing increasingly needy with every breath until she took, until she was almost screaming her need towards him. She slipped in to kiss him on the lower lip, and he returned the smooch with graceful care, a gentle peck on the lips that overtook her whole face, leaving her lightly glazed with his saliva. And just like that, it was too much for her to take, and she had no choice but to give in to her inner urges, letting them completely overtake her body until she collapsed on the spot.

Of course, he was a big cat, and moved with the speed to be expected of such a mighty predator. He caught her before she could hit that hard path, one big paw softly planted against her upper back while she simply spiralled into his embrace. He carried her briefly to one side, and laid her in the grass, letting her look up at him looming above like a titan, like a statue of a perfect handsome lion. Her eyes were fluttering, as if she might just slip into a nap right there in the comforting presence of the powerful cat, but she was still able to carefully follow the path of his broad tongue drawing along his dark lips, her ears perked to the slick, subtle sound over the lion's continuous lusty growls.

She simply sprawled out fully, stretching her arms out beside her, fully exposing her body to the great big lion, no matter the consequences. There was still that lingering voice, that frightened cat inside her that told her this was a bad idea. It wasn't even a matter of his aggression. He was so much bigger than her, so much muscle, so much heft, that even a simple slip-up could have meant serious harm. His claws alone looked like they could have cleaved her in half, to say nothing of his teeth. Yet for all her remaining logic, for all that common sense that still fought through that overpowering force of arousal, the trembling need that kept her pussy soaking wet, kept her clenching and flexing beneath her dress proved more potent.

Plus, he was very good at reassuring her. Maybe he could sense those last traces of hesitance, the fear she naturally had for a cat so much bigger than her. He licked such worries away with firm drags of his tongue, working from her exposed cleavage, slowly up along her shoulder, and then her bare throat. She shook a little to feel his rough, sandpaper texture dragging along such a vulnerable spot. Her own tongue was rough enough, but his was on a whole new level. She could hear the scratching sound of every slurp scraping against her fur and skin. And she shook even more when he added his long, deadly teeth to the attention, applying them with the utmost of precision, gently prodding their points against the tender flesh of her neck and shoulder. Her mewling was constant, a shrill, sharp sound with near every breath, but she escalated into some terrifying feline shrieks when he bit down on her shoulder, adding just the slightest flash of pain to the haze of arousal clouding her thoughts.

"Nnnf!" came her cry once that screeching settled down, to which he just gave a gruff, even moaning reply.

"You taste good. I might like to have a little more."

She didn't know exactly what he meant by that, but she didn't care. A soft moan of approval, breathing heavily through her open mouth meant he could do anything with her he wanted. The impact of his paws planting on either side of her hips sent tremors up her spine. He was digging in, pressing his claws into the dirt, locking in while he pushed his great muzzle under the hem of her dress. It lifted with ease, leaving her panties exposed, that soaking sponge of all her horny juices that couldn't contain them any longer. Simply feeling his breath upon her sex gave her a jolt, one that sent her scrambling along the grass simply by reflex until he stopped her in place with the firm touch of his paw to her shoulder. Puffing more air against those shiny lips, he finally took a long, deep sniff, one she could hear him dragging out to a full, exaggerated length, sucking that heated scent right out of her, and smoothly licking over his lips once he was done.

"Delicious. Don't worry, Mika. I will be sure you get exactly what you need," he assured her, every syllable undercut by that persistent rumble, that powerful vibration that ensured she kept trembling.

Somehow, for all the debilitating desire, and the blissful release of satisfaction only inches away, she found the time to speak, maybe even to protest, if he took it that way. "Someone might see ..."

It was true. They were in a public park, and not especially concealed either. The lamplight flickered overhead, casting a clear spotlight on the carnal scene. It was late enough that there probably wouldn't be any joggers or the like coming their way, but the possibility remained that anyone could wander by in those minutes and get a good look at that great big lion with his head nestled between the cat's thighs. He pulled back just slightly to flash a gentle smile up at her.

"Is that a bad thing?"

She didn't have to answer. Instead, she laid her head down on the grass, staring up at the light above while he pressed his muzzle right up against the lips of her slathered pussy. Another breath, and she twitched with pleasure, her small teeth showing as her jaw fell open and a gurgled mewl slipped free of her throat. Then she was screaming again, painting the night with the shrill calls of feline pleasure while she was treated to the exquisite sensation of a lion's tongue slopping over her absolutely soaking nether lips, shoving her panties aside with his tongue and then mopping up every drop of intensely heated juices oozing from her trembling insides, replacing them with generous dollops of glistening feline spit.

"Ahhhh!" came her cry, as sharp and alarmed as if she were falling from a cliff. All that, from a single swipe of his tongue, that glorious slurp dragging from bottom of her parted lips all the way to her primed, tender clit. She couldn't help but kick her legs some, looking perhaps to the outside as if she were struggling against such an assault when she was in fact ready to beg him to continue.

He kept up the licking, holding her snugly in place, giving a few small but satisfied 'mmms' that rumbled down to her toes as he worked. It only took a few good motions of his broad tongue to bring her to a writhing state beyond just needy, her sex gushing fluids yet not quite finding a release that should have easily come as her lust peaked at its highest point much longer than it was supposed to. His muzzle got good and damp, and when he pulled away, he was dripping with the results of her oozing arousal, taking his time to slowly lick it clean while she thrashed about on the ground, having an apparent fit. Through all her wild yowling, she managed just one coherent word that wasn't drowned out by the rest of the ear-shattering noise she was making, and it said all she needed to express.

" ... please."

It would have been cruel to keep her waiting any longer. He knew that much. Withdrawing his maned head from her sex, he instead shot her one more lusty look, one made more intense by a slight snarl added to his expression. She didn't so much as flinch this time, simply letting her eyes flutter half-closed while she awaited the primal satisfaction he seemed to promise with ever titillating application of his tongue. There wasn't much to anyway, when he moved over her and shadowed the light above, leaving her regarding his chest as he came down atop her frame, pinning her flat into the grass. He wasn't putting his full weight upon her, but he was heavy enough just like that, his forelegs laid over her arms, his chest rising and falling steadily while she nuzzled up against the underside of his mane, immersed right in one of the central sources of his ravishing musk, just to keep her juices flowing with every rapid, almost panicked-sounding breath.

His tongue had been stimulating enough. She was in such a state that even the slightest gust of air passing over her pussy made her convulse with body-seizing shudders. Getting fucked was already a daunting prospect, one she wasn't even sure she could handle as she felt her eyes going out of focus, crossing, rolling back in her head before he was even inside of her. It was even more intimidating once she actually felt his cock sliding against her slathered lips, the textured shaft scraping its gently nubs against her tender flesh. They weren't hard, or sharp, but they still added that much more pleasure to every single little rub. She was yowling again, writhing there beneath him, pressing against his ankles as she swished her body back and forth to the rhythm of her clenching arousal, feeling that pumping lion dick humping and grinding against her folds, coming closer and closer to stuffing her full. She was bouncing her hips up and down, trying to rush him, screaming with the need to be penetrated by that thick-maned beast.

When he finally caught between her lips and sank sweetly into her lust-glazed pussy, she felt at least some part of that terrible ache simmering down, but it was only replaced by further need. She was thrusting up at him until he simply pressed his weight down firmer, pinning her entirely, keeping her exactly in place between his thick, muscled bulk, smothering her in his scent while he buried his barbs deep in her cunt, adding a small scratchy touch to the smooth slam between her thighs. He rumbled as he twitched within her, already spurting pre into her richly hot, fertile depths. She could feel every single drop, every single trickle of watery feline seed, knowing it was probably already too late. There she was, with a big cat's bare cock inside her as she trembled with that breeding heat, knowing she was only a few thrusts away from being burdened with a lion's offspring. And all that thought brought her was a clench of her thighs, locking tight as she squeezed down on Alexander's dick, ready to milk it for all it could give her.

He could have made her cum with those rumbles alone. She felt them all through her body as he smothered her, leaving her nose buried against the tuft of mane upon his chest, sniffing him, inhaling his musk until it became what sustained her. His enduring rattles massaged against her muscles while she squirmed, settling her to a soothing state that had her barely noticing his claws upon her body. They could have sliced her to ribbons, but they instead just left her wearing tatters, strategically slicing through her pretty dress and bra alike until she was fully exposed but for the sodden rag that was her panties. The garments fell from her shoulders, ruined, exposing her full, bare body while she purred away beneath him, awaiting the rough mating she needed. Losing such a nice piece of clothing might have bothered her in an unaltered state, but she didn't so as react to the ruination of her outfit. Nor did she bother to puzzle out exactly how she was going to get home with a handful of scraps to keep her decent.

All she thought about was the moment, the primal need that felt like it reached deeper than instincts. She was vibrating, shaking, feeling like she was on the verge of simply losing her mind with every second he stirred her insides with his thick cock. It fit inside her perfectly, stretching her out but not straining her or hammering her, touching every place she was especially sensitive. His simple throbbing could have driven her to a thousand orgasms, maybe at once, but she craved the power, the brutality that only a quadruped animal like him could give her. He pulled back with a growing snarl, one that flashed his fangs so sharply she could hear them gleaming just above, reminding her of the feral prowess of the deadly predator atop her. And then that snarl hit its peak, bursting out with drooling viciousness as he lunged forth, giving her that body-shaking slam she'd been fiercely craving, pounding the pleasure right down into her while she rattled from toes to the tips of her ears with the force of the single motion.

That alone was enough to leave her clawing, biting, and simply flailing with comically overwhelming pleasure, a manic mess beneath him that maybe could have even done some damage to a less potent male. But he endured her thrashing, using his weight to keep her where he wanted her, pulling back to prep another of those calamitous thrusts. She was at the same time tense all over, and almost limp, her body flopping about as he moved, pulling her right along with her thanks to the tantalizing tug of his barbs within her, keeping her at that shuddering peak but not quite giving her release yet. He was going to ram that right out of her, throwing himself into another motion, and another, picking up the pace to the point it seemed dangerous, thudding down into that juicy cat over and over even if it meant rutting her right down into the dirt, digging her into the soil beneath as if to plant her like a tree.

Somehow she ensured without breaking, screeching herself hoarse as her most feline side took over her voice, leaving her making the most awful of noises in contrast to his blasts of mighty, majestic lion calls. He was roaring into the night, that throaty noise bellowed into the trees around them, shaking the leaves while he rocked her body numb and senseless. But she wasn't so numb as to not feel his cock hammering her tightened innards, his every thrust making her clamp down even harder on him, testing his strength, his prowess, forcing him to hammer her like a lioness if he wanted to truly mate her. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to knock her up, to feel his balls thumping up against her with every pump, her juices mixing with his pre to ensure there was already a squelching mess to ooze out all over the both of them with every strike he made towards her womb. He was the picture of a powerful, virile male, and all his lust, all his strength was being put to use for her, and only her.

It was hard for her to tell if they'd been fucking for hours or mere seconds, but she couldn't hold on any longer. Her body needed its release, and his rapid fucking brought out a thigh-trembling, voice-stealing, eye-rolling climax that screamed through her body even whens he could no longer make so much as a whisper. A whimper at best was all she could manage while she climaxed on the lion's cock, sealing so tightly around his every inch that he could barely even pull back, leaving him rapidly bobbing up and down, humping her through that seizure-like peak until she was squirting on his underbelly. It came forth with a steaming gush, splattering him, and her, leaving her spraying those juices while her legs kicked helplessly, heels slamming into the dirt while he kept right on going. No sooner had she finished pouring out that feline-scented mess, and he was rutting right down into her all over again, picking up speed and leaving her ears ringing with his guttural grunts of possessive lust while she soaked it all in, simmering in her own fluids, drenched down to her knees in sopping kitty juice.

If there was any doubt on who she belonged to in those moments, a decisive press of his paw upon her chest made it clear. She could barely breathe, puffing for air, but that just made the tingles running through her head all the more intense. Everything felt a little better while he smothered her in his musky weight, shoving her down hard while he fucked her raw. It should have hurt. Maybe it did, and her body just wasn't bothering to let her know, focusing on how good it felt to have the lion rutting her like she was his breeding cat. She spread her legs even farther, testing her own feline flexibility as she formed into a full splits position, giving him absolutely full access to her sex, and to her heated womb within, longing for his own release while she continued clenching on him with every thrust. Her laws dragged along his flanks, digging in while she showed her teeth and mewled, a vocalization that sounded almost confused in her swirly daze of satisfaction and the need for more, all mixed up at once.

His rumbles crackled in her ear, a downpour of shattering noise that she could feel shaking through her bones. That went along with an even greater pace, a vicious fuck that bent her right in two, rutting her right out of her feline vocal range and back down to something more anthro. No longer mewling, she whimpered as her lower lip trembled and, then she simply screamed. It wasn't a feline shriek, but rather just a feminine wail, a triumphant cry of breeding while he let his own voice fall into a masculine groan, his head dipping down above hers, puffing steamy breath between her ears. His cock twitched once, twice, expanding and bulging while his balls twitched and tightened up against her pussy lips, and then she could only hyperventilate with pleasured gasps as his hot, rich load of lion cum shot forth and filled her womb to brimming in an instant. Then there was more, and more, overflowing, squirting, squelching out, splattering their surroundings as he fucked his load into her in a few more thrusts, even if it meant shoving into her overfilled insides and making a great musky mess of them both.

He fucked her just a little longer, bringing forth a splashing, sucking sound with every thud of cock into her cum-stuffed sex. She was sweltering, filled with the warmth of his seed, feeling it swirling around inside herself and already wondering what a litter of half-lion kittens was going to do to her figure. She was soft enough without his help, her pudgy belly radiating heat with the sloshing load captured there in her womb. Her tongue was hanging out, plapped down the side of one cheek, making her look like a dog. She didn't care about that, panting thickly while he pulled back at last. Just when it seemed he must have been done cumming, he shot a few more ropes from her gut and across her tits, slathering up her cleavage in a musky layer and then another, until her tits were thoroughly creamed by the time he climbed off of her. She couldn't help but massage at them, kneading all that cum into her fur and skin like it was some fine lotion, further marking herself with his scent.

With what remained of her vision through the tears of pleasure, she watched him pacing around her, swishing his tail, looking proud of how well he'd bred her. She was slathered in lion cum from thighs to breasts, and she was slowly licking some of it off her tits while she remained sprawled, her limbs stretched out like she were imitating a starfish, or had just fallen from a tree onto her resting spot. No part of her desired anything but relaxation, flopped there and cherishing the feeling of a heat finally fulfilled. No more rubbing it out, no more masturbating until her body stopped complaining. This time she finally gave herself what she'd been craving ever since she hit her teens, nine full years ago. The feeling in her belly brought her bliss, leaving her glowing with a contented feeling, and she couldn't help but wonder what her new life would be like as the mother of a quadruped lion's offspring. She wished he'd come cuddle with her while she remained there, soaked and sweaty, far too exhausted to consider getting to her feet and returning home, but he seemed to have other plans as he paced right up close to her face, planting his big forepaws just beside her head.

"I enjoyed that, Mika. I hope you did as well. Now, I know you won't mind if I indulge myself a little. You are delicious, as I said. And so very soft."

She shot him a look of awe. More? Even after all that? She wasn't sure if her body could even withstand such a thing. Not that she had the slightest inclination to argue. If that great, handsome stud wanted to do more with her body, even once she was already satisfied in every way, she was just going to have to reach down inside herself and summon up every single trace of energy left in her reserves to be sure she could properly fulfill his whims. Already, she was taking some deep breaths, attempting to sit herself up. It took some effort, but eventually she struggled up to her rump, then rolled forward to kneel in front of him. She wasn't even as tall as his legs in such a position, regarding his majestically maned head from below like she were gazing up at a god in the clouds. When she moved to stand, he raised a paw to stop her, slowly shaking his head back and forth, speaking in a soft, soothing tone.

"Oh, there's no need to do get up. I'll take care of everything."

He hardly got to the end of his second sentence before he was giving a thorough lick over his lips, catching some of the saliva that was flowing steadily from his jaws. Smacking his lips a couple times, he gave her a brief glimpse at his shiny white teeth beyond, glistening with drool while his breath puffed hotly in her face. He came closer and closer, until he had his muzzle right up against her own, eventually laying a wet smooch on her cheek that covered half her face in a shiny sheen of lion spit. For whatever reason, she held very still in that moment, seized up tight and even holding her breath. She didn't blink either. Only when he took a deep breath in, sighing into what looked like a gaping yawn did she stir once more, suddenly confronted with his wide open mouth, and all the strings of hot lion drool snapping off within, spattering her face firmly enough to make her flinch. She traced a path with her gaze along the crest of his tongue, all the way to the back of his throat, contemplating the constricting void that waited there. Then he struck.

Mika didn't have a chance for any final words before she was completely overtaken by the slippery embrace of the lion's maw. She was a perfect fit. Her head was comfortably snug in his jaws, sliding along the rough surface of his tongue and towards his gullet while he loudly gulped down all the drool he'd worked up just anticipating his meal. She was still all seized up, her muscles aching with the urge to at least squirm a little, but she was far too stunned. A few muffled mewls of surprise and confusion were all she managed before her muzzle pushed against the back of his throat, swiftly finding the strength of his swallows far greater than that of her entire body. She was sliding down smoothly, her face bulging in his neck while he began to overtake her shoulders. All she heard was that slurking gulping surrounding her senses, her head massaged by expert peristalsis, dragging her in a little more every time he flexed that deep throat. But what was an assault on the senses for her, was simple routine for him, tossing his head back once her got to her breasts, putting his tongue right upon her painted tits to mop up some of his own cum with tingly attention.

That was what finally broke her from her prison of paralysis, leaving her squirming and kicking as if he was tickling her. If she was making any soft of sound, crying out or maybe moaning, it was all muffled by his bulk. She sank deeper with another toss of his head, her legs dangling, his cum streaming down the insides of her thighs as he focused the pressure on her soft belly. Strings of the lion's load were soon squirting right back out of her with the slightest pressure, hosing down the grass around them in the scent of their mating. With that much seed inside her womb, she'd been bred a dozen times over, but that hardly mattered as he worked his jaws down along her waist, cradling her soft rump between his lips. Her legs were getting tired, but she couldn't stop flailing them about, especially not when he pressed his tongue up against her sex, swiping away all the cum that oozed out of her while he started gulping down her belly.

He held that position a while, sending up some rumbles of delight while he closed his eyes. Her flavour was one worth savouring, and he made sure to roll her around in his mouth some, sliding her from cheek to cheek, even giving her thighs and butt a light nibble with the very points of his teeth. He wasn't cruel enough to bite into her, as easy as that would have been. She was going down whole, her rutted body slumping a little more as he got closer to fully swallowing her. A curvy swell hang low in his throat, swinging back and forth with her remaining squirms. But they both knew her energy was dwindling, leaving her soaked thighs faintly sliding back and forth, scraping against his scratching tongue while he sucked her right in. Soon she was just a pair of paws framed between his teeth, his tongue playing over her pads and making her twitch, her tail flopping left and right while her ass added some additional weight in his gullet. And then, a slow, elegant toss of his maned head sent her away, sucking her down with an especially noisy gulp, that wet sound blending into a bassy moan of bliss as he softly rumbled his way through the final swallow.

His belly sagged down just a little from the added weight. She was a little chubby, but she wasn't a feast. A faint disturbance in that sagging gut could have been her squirming, maybe even kicking, but he couldn't tell. She just felt like food inside him at that point, and he couldn't hear forming any sort of argument to the contrary. All her activity stirred up some particularly humid glurrrrrrrns as his stomach came to life with the presence of prey, and then glorped loud with much more aggressive noise as all that disturbed air came rocketing back up his gullet. Tilting his head back and pointing his muzzle towards the sky, he gave an echoing belch that rumbled through the park just as massively as a territorial roar, shattering the night with his extended BRAALLP that rushed from his open jaws with spectacular percussive force.

After that, he was left to smack his lips, flick his tail about, and sigh. Her taste still lingered in his mouth, and he set to sucking his tongue to get the last of it. She was a pretty kitty, much more attractive than she gave herself credit for, but a heat like that had a way of attracting other cats. Most of them were probably just horny, but he was hungry too, and he hardly saw it as cannibalism to devour a cute cat like her. It was more just the natural order of things. He was a lion. She was smaller, and she tasted good. Thus, she was churning down in his noisy belly, the fearsome GLRRT GLRRT GLRRT coming rapidly, proclaiming she wasn't going to last long inside him. Or maybe she had already expired, from lack of air or simple exhaustion. His belly wasn't wobbling much anymore, simply sagging, and he paid no mind to it as he flopped down and stretched himself out on his side for a proper feline nap. His bulge stretched out on the very grass they'd marked down with their mating, and all he gave for comment on the situation was a throaty yawn before closing his eyes and letting his body do its work there under the lamplight of the public park. If anyone came across him in those moments, the noisy slurshes of his belly contracting around his prey would surely have done well to dissuade them from waking him.

His assumption proved correct when he awoke some several hours later, the purple of the city's night sky blended with tones of golden orange that much resembled his own mane. He took his time in rising, glancing down at his gut as he stretched himself out with one of those jaw-cricking lion yawns. It wasn't much, but he was fatter with her contribution, sporting a heftier paunch of belly fat that jiggled a little with his every motion. He could hardly be called fat with his musculature largely unaffected, but he'd acquired some pudge from his meal, at least. Once he'd rolled his spine and shoulders, popping nearly every single joint in his body, he glanced one way and then another for signs of any company. Perhaps there was a perfectly serviceable facility in the park that could have accommodated someone of his size and shape, but after a predatory success like that, such a thing hardly seemed natural.

Instead, he found a spot to squat, right beside the path, and in very divot that vaguely resembled the outline of Mika's body where he'd fucked her in the grass. He planted his forepaws firmly, and arched his back into a curve while he lifted his tufted tail high. His eyes remained open to scan for any interruptions, but his body remained relaxed. He flexed some, and his asshole slowly spread open with a hiss of hot air, before he was pushing out the steaming remains of his meal there onto the dirt. A thick log of lion shit came squeezing out as he lightly grunted, letting it stretch all the way to the grass before it broke off and he started with another. Maybe if someone looked very closely, and they certainly weren't, they might have noticed some traces of the calico, those little scraps of fur and tiny bits of pulverized bone like pebbles after a trip through the lion's digestive system. But mostly they would have just seen waste, an anonymous pile of brown mess being squeezed out of the big cat's ass, the only indication that this dump was anything notable being its particularly impressive size.

The coiled pile of crap accumulated until it was more of a mound, a towering monument of steaming waste that grew slightly chalky by the end. He'd worked over her entire bone structure along with everything else, and that meant a few grunting strains to finish off the process of shitting her out in the park. Those solid chunks thudded atop the rest, some of them rolling down the side, and the final result was a few dozen pounds of lion shit, and no sign of the cat it once was but for the traces of her belongings strewn to one side. Her purse was still there, discarded and forgotten, as were the shredded remains of her dress. Whoever happened to stumble upon that mess, if they didn't immediately turn the other way, wasn't going to have a hard time figuring out what had happened.

As for Alexander, he didn't bother looking back, simply strolling away from that mountain, stretching his legs and faintly rumbling, enjoying the feeling of the added fat on his belly, while it lasted. The morning dew felt fresh beneath his paws as he paced his way through the grass, and he found himself thirsty for a drink. Part of him wondered how early the bars opened on a Sunday morning, but he knew he probably shouldn't. As this night and many others proved, wandering in there to satisfy one thirst just ended up giving him another, especially when they were lovely, so delightfully ruinable morsels like Mika just sitting around, waiting for someone to notice them.