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Confined and taken under. Blackness, throbbing, squeezing. His entire body was being pushed and prodded from seemingly every direction. A slight movement of the ankles and toes were all that he could manage. All that was left. A hard nail scrapping along the exposed footpad that would normally cause a giggle and jerk instead got nothing. Silenced by the cock he was mostly inside, holding the body still. It was no longer his. Feeling him attempt to flinch against his claw, a paw grabbed the muzzle through the flesh.

"Shh." He spoke calmly. The words oozing from his lips as cleanly as the precum oozed onto the floor. Forming a small opaque puddle, one that he would make some poor boy lick off the dirty floor.

"It'll all be over soon little one. Just try to enjoy it a little." The voice was barely audible over the sound of the flickering tube light on the far end of the restroom. Not that the Lion was speaking to anyone in particular. In the back corner of some no-name bar, the light flickered causing a ding sound that barely covered up the squelching Lion's cock was making as it devoured this coyote.

He always imagined how it would feel, to turn someone into nothing. To make someone his and his completely. Clenching again around the figured distending from his massive cock. Perfectly outlining the canid. His tight chest, small hips, long legs, and now his two footpaws. Groaning into relaxing his cock he felt the coyotes muzzle gently push him farther, the figure slowly vanishing from his cock.

Feature by feature the canid makes his way to his final stop of that day. Being taking lower and lower until he silently curled up on the floor. Hung tightly inside the massive balls of the Lion.

Ding and the light went out again. This time it didn't come back on like all the time before. Reaching his arms up feeling his body crack back into alignment, before looking down to admire his work. A small handprint from the inside of his balls. Reaching down he placed his own hand against the much smaller one. The smaller hand retreated at the touch, back under the pool of cum that was slowly making the coyote more lion cum.

It took time and sadly time was what the Lion did not have. Having enjoyed his little conquest a little longer than expected. Catching a glance at his watch. Quarter past 10pm. He was late but didn't really care. He knew full well that he meant to be home to catch that show but, didn't expect such a delicious treat to fall into his lap as the coyote had.

Having arrived at 7p.m. to the small bar, only to catch up with a few friends and get lightly buzzed. Light conversations about work, family, and mutual drama from their circle of friends were the normal activity for this particular Friday and all the Fridays previously and all the Fridays to come. But this Friday, this specific Friday, was a special Friday as it was the day the Lion did not leave like he normally had on all the Fridays previously. He stayed. As if fate herself urged him to stay.

"Here big guy." The voice from behind the counter said as another whiskey was placed in front of him. Slumping slightly over the deadwood bar. It's surface smoothed from all the hookups and quick fucks.

"It's from the little yote in the booth over yonder." Gestures blankly over to the pale brown canid sulking in the corner. The ashen fur glistening under the somber red lamp hanging above the table.

"Just as I was about to leave." Grumbling slightly under his breath. The barstool creaking as the Lion shifted his weight off. Each of the floorboards echoing the same wry tone as the heavy boots landed on each. Crushing the life out of the wood beneath him, each plank crying for a bit of mercy as the weight is shifted onto the next.

Stopping in front of the coyote, the Lion pulls out his wallet. Mindlessly tossing a $10 coin onto the table. The silver coin turned red as it landed in the light.

"If you wanted to talk you could have asked." Finishing with a gulp of the new whiskey. Top shelf. This coyote wanted more than to talk based on the price tag of this drink.

The coyote's mouth moved but not a single word came out. Or none that the Lion cared enough to listen to. It was important. The coyote wanted the Lion for his body, an object of desire.

"The bathrooms are clean enough, I need to sober up anyways." Setting the finished glass on the table while the canid slowly got up. His tight clothes showing off all that the Lion would soon have. Reaching an arm around as the coyote got up, guiding him to the too dark hallway that served as the hallway to the kitchen.

Pulling the door open.

Pulling it shut, after he walked in.

Turning the bolt.

Click.

The noise made the yote's ear swivel as he span in a circle taking in the double stalled restroom. Two private toilets separated by a metal and plastic wall, a single urinal that was never cleaned, and a sink.

Ding.

The last tube light blinked out before coming back on with a light hum.

Reaching forward he grabbed the collar of the yote's shirt and dragged him into a rough kiss. Such a symbol of passion that the canid shouldn't take for granted. He only kissed those who were special to him and tonight was a special night. Their lips parting in unison, letting their tongues explore. The ashen coyote tasted like a campfire that just went out, musky and smokey.

The coyote's hands fumbled around the Lion's belt. His nervous little hands eventually slipping inside the waistband. The Lion breathed heavily into the canid's mouth when we felt his dick being grabbed. The soft hands stroking him gently, slowly.

Breaking the kiss, the Lion's cock filling with blood slowly, he took his time undoing his shirt. Undoing each button to reveal the chiseled chest of the Lion to the other male.

Ding.

With each button being undone got a new harder jerk onto his cock. Nearing his full mast inside his pants by the time he was finished with his shirt. The coyote's eyes stayed glued to his chest as the Lion removed his hands and began to take off his pants, gesturing for him to follow in removing his own clothing.

The splatter stained mirror above the sink reflected them in it. A light yellow Lion and an ashen coyote. Average in size but, small in comparison to the Lion. His own cock already leaking a small amount of pre onto the floor, while the Lion's didn't. Large and proud it stood between them. Focused on his cock the coyote sank to his knees with a thump.

Ding.

The light went out again and stayed off.

Now in the dark, the small hands made his fur raise. A wet rubbing sensation went up to his cock, the base of his balls to the tip. It stayed there moving gently around the head. His dick raised and a small splash of pre enters the coyote's mouth.

Ding.

The light came back on, almost brighter than it was before. Causing the light brown of the coyote's fur to become near white.

Groaning into the mouth that wrapped around his cock. Feeling the soft, wet sensation as the coyote slowly took his cock into his mouth. Bringing a hand to the back of his head, he petted the dog that was on his knees. Guiding him with small pushes and pulls until the coyote got to a rhythm that made the Lion shiver. Slowly gulping in time as his tip pushes into his throat. Swallowing him completely and staying there. The Lion groaned as he felt the dog's throat muscles work him, steadily filling him with pre-cum.

"Nearly there." Was all the warning the coyote got. Not wanting the Coyote to pull away. He was going to swallow every last drop of his cum. The lion took a step forward over the shoulders of the dog. His hands shooting down to the dirty floor to support himself. The Lion straddling his face, the dog had nowhere to go. Grabbing two fistfuls of hair he dragged the dog back and forth a few times. His cock never left that tight throat then, he felt it coming. Pulling his head in tight and closing his thighs around the dog's muzzle he shot his load.

Paws grabbed as the Lion's ass hard enough to leave marks but, no. The Lion's cum was only going in one place, the yote's stomach.

Feeling his orgasm subside the tube light gave way again with a ding. Plunging them back into darkness as the Lion released his grip to gasps and gags.

Giving the dog a few moments to catch his own breath he stared at him in the dark. His excellent night vision paid off for once. Looking at the dog choking on his cum then back at his dick. In the back of his mind, he felt that predatory twinge. He was going to turn his coyote into Lion cum.

Grabbing the yote's scruff again he brought his muzzle to his cock in the darkness. And with a swift push, the light turned back on as the light turned off for the dog.

"Come on." The lion grumbled trying to force the coyote to curl up a bit more so he could stuff his nuts back into his pants. Impossible, he was going to have to drain himself here to be able to fasten them again. Unceremoniously pushing his pants down again and shuffling into a stall with them still around his ankles.

Closing his eyes to picture that ashen fur again. The feeling of his throat milking his cock and that was all it took. His cock shoots ropes and ropes of thick ashen colored cum into the toilet. Nearly filling it to the rim when he flicked off the last ropes of his hand.

Pulling up and fastening his pants he took a step back to admire his work. A toilet in some no-name bar is full of cum he made from a coyote.

"First of many." He said to himself as he walked out back to his car.