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• Lo and behold, a Zootopia prompt that isn't WildeHopps. Rare, but precious. This time, it's Mayor Lionheart being a good little kitty for his wife, Swinton. As an extra fun fact, Swinton was one of the characters from the original drafts of Zootopia, and was supposed to be the Mayor/Final Boss, but the writers decided to go a different way. In the spirit of fanfiction though, she lives on. As a side note, this prompt contains some brief bite play (and a brief mention of blood). Big thanks to Jeeves, who was kind enough to write this for me as part of my Patreon reward, so give him a follow over on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon. Story time.

The Lion's Share

Lionheart sighed as he thanked his driver and security guards, before gently closing the door to his private residence behind him. It seemed that all he did lately was pose and do press releases about whatever focus groups said would poll well. He'd even found himself yelling at his assistant Mayor more and more, teasing her in a way that had started out genuinely playful but now only seemed to emerge when he was frustrated. He pressed a pair of fingers to the bridge of his nose and rubbed, growling under his breath. There were times when he seriously wondered whether politics was worth it. Whether he really was helping enough people to actually make the stress worth it. Before he could let himself get caught up in those self-doubting thoughts any more though, a door opened up at the far end of the entrance-hall of his home. A shaft of light struck out through the as yet unlit hallway, and a long shadow reached out almost to the lion's toes. He looked up at the source of the shadow, and smiled warmly.

"You're home. I thought you were working late tonight."

The figure said nothing. She simply began to walk forward, hoofed feet clopping against the wooden floor between them. As she emerged from silhouette and actual features of her form became visible, Lionheart noticed a couple of things. First, her blonde hair was tousled in the way she always toyed with it when she was done with work for the weekend. Second, her eyes were sharp and determined set within the frame of her pink, furless face, and third, the pig was completely and utterly naked.

"Til-..."

The mayor began, but a sharp glance from his wife was all it took to silence him. She reached him, barely up to his waist in height, and gestured subtly with one hand. Immediately, without question, Lionheart dropped to his knees.

"Mistress Swinton."

She moaned throatily, her eyes wild with passion now that Lionheart was close enough to see them.

"Tonight, you call me Mistress, or Mistress Swinton. Understand, kitten?"

Lionheart swallowed thickly. He nodded, and helplessly, uncontrollably he began to purr.

Today might have been a long, tiring day. It might have been a long week within a long month for him as the Mayor of Zootopia. But tonight, none of that mattered. Tonight he wasn't the Mayor. He wasn't responsible for the happiness and wellbeing of an entire city. Tonight he was just Leodore Lionheart, husband, lover, and obedient, devoted slut.

*******

"Don't you dare touch that cock, Leodore! You let it bounce for me, and focus yourself on what matters. My pleasure. My orgasms."

Five minutes later they were in bed. Lionheart lay back, his powerful, naked body prone as his wife straddled his face and humped against his already lashing, slurping, hungrily exploring tongue. He groaned in longing but obedient acknowledgement, and lowered his hands back to his sides where they had begun almost without his realising it to creep up towards his rigid cock, pre-cum already dribbling down its length as the scent of his wife's lust flooded his senses and drive him wild with the instinct to mate. Instinct had no place in his life though, and certainly not in his bedroom. He didn't have to listen to any sort of voice or deeply ingrained behaviour inside himself. All he had to do, all he wanted to do was obey the commands given to him by his wife. Her trembling, chubby thighs squeezed at the sides of his face. Her hands gripped at his mane. She bucked down more forcefully against his tongue, his mouth wide open and sharp teeth caressing her buttocks and pubic mound while his rough tongue swept back and forth within her depths.

"There!"

The pig snorted loudly as her hands clutched harder at her husband's fur.

"Again. Lick me there. R-right fucking... ohhhhhfuck, yes! L-Leo... you perfect little slut, tongue-fuck me right... rr-rrahahh... right... aahh god! Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming!"

His tongue struck her g-spot, and like it was his only purpose in life the lion acknowledged where he had impacted the first time, and began to hammer at that same spot over and over and over again with rough, heavily textures rasps. In response, he was rewarded by the sound of his wife's screams. By her gushing, copious juices spraying directly into his open, gurgling maw, and the internal knowledge that maybe if he could make her cum like that a couple more times in succession, he might get to cum himself rather sooner than he'd expected.

*******

"Bite me!!"

Lionheart's eyes bulged as his cock hammered home into his wife, the far smaller mammal still in total control even though she was kneeling on all fours beneath his comparably hulking body. He looked down at her while she in turn raised her head, eyes wild, expression crazed, and scowled at his confusion and hesitation.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch?! BITE ME!"

She shrieked as she hammered her hips back against Lionheart's own. His cheeks flushed, his whole body shook from the thrill of being demeaned, being treated in such a way by the beautiful woman he had somehow been lucky enough to marry. He nodded feverishly, appalled that he had questioned her demand for even an instant, and lunged his head down and forward, sinking his jaws around her left shoulder and digging his teeth into her smooth flesh. Through the mouthful of his wife, tasting the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, Lionheart roared at the intensity with which Swinton's pussy clamped down around his cock. Her body was small, tight around him at the best of times, but her response to his bite was explosive. Her pussy convulsed wildly, spasming, twitching, cumming uncontrollably. For a while though, indeed almost the entire duration of that orgasm, she didn't cry out. She didn't scream, didn't squeal, didn't even whimper or moan.

Only near the very end of that first all-consuming peak did she finally manage to gurgle forth a single, breathless word, her voice ragged with an intoxicating mix of pain and pure, unyielding desire.

"More!"

*******

"Please... mhnh... Mistress. I can't... nnh, not again..."

Lionheart shuddered and squirmed as he straddled his wife's face, as he felt her hands on his ass, squeezing, groping, fondling him as his cock helplessly twitched within her mouth. She didn't stop suckling on him. She just glared up at him with a look that told him his answer was unacceptable, and then started to suck on his cock harder still. The lion wailed, he snarled and grunted in overstimulation. He had cum seven times that night. Fewer than half the number of times his wife had of course, but five of those seven times had been within the last hour alone. Three had been within the past thirty minutes, and two of those within the last ten. His balls ached. His cock throbbed with overwhelming pleasure and overworked agony all at once. He knew he could have stopped things in an instant, that his far larger more powerful body could push Swinton's head away and free himself at his slightest whim. Yet for all his complaining, all his begging, he stayed right where he was. Not out of fear, not out of guilt or expectation, but because he loved his wife, and he loved what he did to her.

During their nights together, he didn't have to be in charge. He didn't have to make the difficult decisions. All he had to do was mindlessly, thoughtlessly obey, and trust that his wife, his Mistress would make everything better.

"O-ohh, Mistress..."

Lionheart grunted as he felt one of Swinton's fingers circling his quivering pucker.

"Mistress!"

He yowled as she slipped a finger inside of him, not thrusting it but wiggling it around as she flicked her tongue over the underside of his cock's hyper-sensitive, overworked tip. His eyes bulged. His body spasmed. He flung his head back and roared to the heavens, and as a few droplets of cum, all his balls had left to offer, spilled out into the pig's waiting mouth... he trembled in embarrassment and pure joy at the amused, mocking little giggle that escaped her as she slurped that pathetic offering down.

*******

With early morning sunlight shining in through the frosted glass of the bathroom window, two bodies sat entwined on the floor of the shower. Swinton had her face pressed into Lionheart's chest, and she kissed his slowly thumping heart over and over again as he gently sponged her reddened, bite-mark laden shoulder.

"So... anything fun happening at work next week?"

The pig murmured as she cuddled up to her husband, feeling his cock throbbing inside her pussy but not making any effort to ride him, to coax him towards release, just enjoying the sensation of fullness, of closeness that came from their bodies remaining so entwined. Lionheart thought about it for a moment, was about to shake his head, then chuckled.

"Oh, there is one interesting thing. Apparently on Monday, there's a new class of freshly graduated officers starting at the ZPD. And, get this, one of them is a rabbit!"

Swinton's eyes widened, and she lifted her head to look into her husband's eyes.

"A bunny cop?"

She beamed, and nuzzled happily into the lion's broad, shower-soaked chest once more.

"Well, I guess this is Zootopia. Where a pig can marry a lion... the lion can be the Mayor, and still be the pig's man-whore at home..."

Lionheart's cock throbbed within her depths. They both moaned, and chuckled tenderly to one another.

"...so, if all that's possible? Then... a bunny cop? I'm sure they'll do great!"

By Jeeves.