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The thick, lush scent of Lionel's crotch is tickling your nose. Like a soft caress you feel the scent waft through your brain, follow the spinal cord and caress the insides of your testicles.

That lion smells *good*. Especially with your sense of smell enhanced by the curse of the Wolf and your position basically directly in front of his crotch. You could blow him standing up without so much as breaking asweat.

Water gathers in your mouth and you swallow hard, staring at the enormous sack of fuzzy balls that is hanging in front of you. Oh what would you give for a pair of hands with opposable thumbs so you could just take him into your paw and start stroking him hard. Your thumb would rest on his pointy tip while your wrist moves up and down, giving him a good, tight rub.

Shuddering a little in your fantasy and a little light-headed from the intensity of the smell right in front of you, you start panting. Of course, worsening the situation as opening your mouth causes the thick smell to collect on your lolling tongue, making it easier for your hormones to go overboard.

Within a few moments you are panting like a bitch in heat, having crawled through the desert for three days and finally arriving at the first and only cock for miles around. And what a cock that is, juicy and thick, with huge, cream colored testicles full of thick, virile cum...

You blink and swallow, eyes almost burning holes into the enormous set of testes that is resting so close within view. Strong fingers are ruffling your fur as Lionel is continuing to stratch and pet you, blissfully unaware of what is going on in your churning testicles and burning loins.

Slowly you stretch forward, figuring that the only way to approach this with even so much as a hint of success is by surprising the lion and playing innocent, needy dog in the privacy of this little cubicle.

Making sure that your breath does not even come close to the lion's crotch until you are able to reach him with your tongue, you edge closer and closer, ignoring the blubber of words that Lionel is muttering while he is scratching you. Stalking like a cat with a mouse, you place one paw forward, then another, his crotch is within reach.

Then you do it.

You turn your head and come near his crotch, then start licking him like your life depends on it. Your tongue darts over his fuzzy crotch with the eagerness of an overheating dog who is being offered a ball of ice cream. Your tongue flicks back and forth and you gobble up the sweaty, salty musk that surrounds his crotch, letting your hot, flat tongue drag over his thick, fuzzy orbs with enough speed to seriously threaten the world record for fastest blowjob.

It works. When Lionel jerks up and away from you in surprise over what you just did, you can see the results of your effort blossom in front of your eyes: Out of the fuzzy sheath is slowly blossoming a bright red tip, tapered in the typical shape of a feline penis. White shimmering barbs appear just after the very front of the cock has emerged, hovering at the border of the sheath like monsters, ready to pounce on you and scrape your tongue raw. And like any fish in the sea, who has ever seen a bait and recognized it as such, you have to wonder: Am I willing to go for the treat and risk the consequences?