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Harriot thumped her fingers across the glass table of the restaurant she was sitting in, on her right was a half drained martini glass, one of about four that she drank that night, and before her was a half-eaten way to expensive dinner for one that was supposed to be for two. Letting out a sigh, Harriot downed the last of her martini and looked at the sparsely populated restaurant. She'd been stood up: again. The fox swished her tail back and forth in a mix of annoyance and dejection. Her head was propped up on her hand and she was not close to tears, but she might as well be. She had thought that this guy would be the one not to stand her up like some jackass. But no, another date, another one standing her up.

"You okay?" She heard a voice say from her side, she turned and saw standing next to her was a tall lion, he was dressed in the outfit of one of the wait staff in the restaurant and was holding a slice of chocolate cake. She was surprised at first and so it took her a beat to respond.

"Y-Yeah I'm fine." She lied, not really wanting to let some random waiter know that she was one bad word away from breaking down. Though if the lion noticed her lying he didn't let on. He placed the slice of cake in front of her and sat down.

"I saw you were looking kind of sad, so I brought you some cake: on the house." The lion said with a big goofy, too handsome for his own good smile on his face. Harriot's tail began wagging much to her embarrassment, the vulpine tried to reign the appendage in with very little effect, the lion didn't seem to mind.

"Wo-won't you get in trouble?" Harriot wondered if this lion's kind gesture would get him fired. The lion shook his head as he relaxed in his seat across from her.

"Nah," The lion said happily as he looked at the watch on his wrist, "my shift ends in about three....two...one." He said as the clock ticked from 9:29 PM to 9:30 PM, and with that apparently he was off the clock and free to do whatever he wanted.

"Thanks, um I'm Harriot by the way." Harriot said giving the lion her name, he nodded as he watched with bated breath to eat the complementary chocolate cake. She took a tentative bite of the cake and she let out a small moan of pleasure at the velvety chocolate taste as it washed over her, it might be the alcohol in her since she while not drunk, was a bit buzzed and so she might have been a wee bit more susceptible to feeling good about simple things: like a slice of chocolate cake.

"Devon." The lion stated, watching Harriot devour the chocolate cake with a smile on his face, he waited until she was done and spoke up.

"So, what happened to make you look so glum?" Devon asked. Harriot let out a long protracted sigh as she began to talk about her dating woes to a lion she'd just meet.

"Where do I start?" Harriot asked rhetorically as she laid her head down on the glass table, and let out another protracted sigh, "Do you know how annoying it is to get stood up eight times in a row?" Harriot asked as she looked up at Devon who shook his head.

"I wouldn't know, I don't go on many dates." Devon admitted he was lounging in the chair opposite of her.

"And then when I do get a date, the guys always act like...asses." The vixen said defeated, Harriot's dating life had been a series of stand ups, shitty first and second dates and four crappy boyfriends. At this point she was about ready to give up on dating altogether. Devon nodded as he gave Harriot a sympathetic look and a sympathetic hand rub.

"That sucks." Devon responded, not sure what else he could say.

"I'm used to it at this point," Harriot said as she raised her head back up, looking at the rather handsome lion and smiling. She was not sure why, maybe it was nice to be appreciated for once, "I'll get over it." She said happily. Pulling out her wallet she paid for her meal and prepared to leave. When Devon stopped her.

"Mind if I join you, my apartment isn't too far from here." The lion asked, Harriot thought of it for a moment, then accepted, she and Devon walked next to each other to Devon's apartment which was a thirty minute walk from the restaurant. Harriot upon walking further than a few feet soon found that she was a lot drunker than she originally thought as she was having trouble.

"Sh-Shit!" Harriot cursed to herself as she tried to regain her footing, Devon noticed this and steadied the tipsy fox. She held him tight trying to stand her own two feet.

"Need any help?" Devon asked with a smile on his face.

"No-No I got this!" Harriot said as she stumbled again on her feet, she propped herself up against a nearby building wall, and Devon had to fight the urge to laugh at his drunk companion, "Ok-Okay, I'll take your help." Harriot said, admitting defeat. Devon kneeled down and angled his hands so the vixen, carefully the fox climbed onto the back of the lion and the two walked in the crisp cool summer air..

"I must look like an embarrassment." Harriot said softly, Devon laughed at this as he walked silently and happily, not caring that he was carrying a drunk fox on his back.

"No, not at all, " Devon said as they continued to walk, "I just think you've been dealt a crappy hand." Devon said as they reached a crosswalk, waiting for the streetlight to turn from the stop to walk sign.

"I guess." Harriot said as she snuggled into the lion's mane, it was soft and warm and felt like a blanket to her. Devon then heard snoring and rolled his eyes and hoisted Harriot a bit to keep her from slipping. The walk to his apartment was not too long and after getting into his apartment he laid Harriot down on the sofa and got her a spare blanket and draped it over her before heading to bed himself.

The next morning Harriot awoke with a near splitting headache, she was hungover, and she was in deep regret of drinking so much last night.

"Ugh, why do I subject myself to this shit." Harriot said as she sat up, she looked around. She wasn't in her apartment, nor was she in her bed, she looked down and saw she was on a couch and a blanket she didn't recognize draped over her. She was still dressed in the red minidress she wore the night before.

"Morning." She heard the voice of a handsome lion say, turning to her left she saw Devon in the kitchen, he walked over to her a glass of water in one hand and a tablet of aspirin in the other.

"Thanks, you're too perfect to be real." Harriot bemused at the rather perfect lion who had walked into her life by happenstance, Devon rolled his eyes as he sipped a cup of coffee.

"I'm not that perfect, I'm just good with other animals." Devon said happily as he went back to the kitchen, Harriot could smell eggs and toast, "I made breakfast if you want it." Devon said, which Harriot hungrily agreed to, she devoured sunny-side-up eggs and toast like it was nobody's business, her hungover mind trying to think of what she did last night.

"We um...we didn't do anything right?" Harriot asked cautiously, she'd had a few drunken one-night-stands in her life, especially back when she was in university, so she was used to waking up in weird places, well not used to it but she wasn't too unfamiliar with it.

"Nope, I put you on the sofa, gave you the blanket and went to bed." Devon said, sipping coffee, she was inclined to believe the lion, she then looked at her phone and groaned.

"Um, thanks for the breakfast and stuff I gotta bolt, work and all!" Harriot said as she got up from the dining room table that the two were sitting at, she stopped for a moment and took out a notepad and wrote down her number and handed it to Devon, "I want to see you again. Later bye!" Harriot said as she left, Devon looked down at the paper and smiled.

Harriot managed to get to work without much trouble glad she had a change of clothes at her job in case of emergencies and what not, changing into her usual work attire she went to her normal office job as a graphic designer for a media company.

"So, how did it go?!" Harriot heard the voice of her best friend, Maddison ask. She was a Bengal tiger who was a bit too excited for her own good sometimes. Maddison was of course talking about the date she was supposed to have last night, the date that ended with her being dateless, though it at least ended with her meeting a rather nice man, probably nicer than the guy she was set up with by Maddison.

"Bad." Harriot said not even giving dignifying the idea of the would be date with more than a word.

"Aww, I thought he'd be the one. He seemed so nice." Maddison said dejectedly, she'd been trying desperately to set Harriot up with someone who might actually be worth her time, and so far she'd failed spectrally.

"Well, it wasn't all bad, I did meet a rather handsome lion waiter." Harriot said happily, she saw Maddison's eyes light up at the mention of Devon,

"Details I need details." Maddison said as she took up more interest in Harriot meeting this mystery lion waiter who'd apparently come into Harriot's life. Harriot rolled her eyes at her friends' antics.

"It was nothing special, he just brought me some free cake and walked me to his house when I got too drunk to walk." Harriot said, Maddison's eyes lit up even more at this and the tiger was now enthralled at the idea.

"Was he cute?" Maddison asked, wanting to get more details about the lion.

"He is, though cute isn't what I'd use to describe him." Harriot admitted Devon was a handsome lion, probably more handsome than she'd expect from some random waiter she'd met at a restaurant.

"Oh my, he sounds dreamy. A suave lion swoops in and sweeps a lonely vixen off her feet, it's almost like a romance novel." Maddison joked and Harriot rolled her eyes again.

Meanwhile at the restaurant, Devon was working talking to his own work friend about his encounter with Harriot.

"She's a very cute one." Devon said remembering when he saw Harriot, he remembered seeing her gradually get more and more dour looking as the night went on, he'd seen it before some guy, gal and anything in between comes in to the restaurant get stood up and then tries to salvage it as best they can, some of them take in stride, others end up babbling messes and then there are animals like Harriot who just drank their sorrows away. Normally he'd not pay it much mind but something about the vixen drew him to her, so when he walked up to her when his shift was ending he took a chance.

"I saw her, I didn't think you went for foxes, but what do I know?" Devon's friend Lars said, Lars was a giant hippo sous-chef, the two had become friends at random and so during slow hours when the restaurant wasn't too busy Devon and Lars would shoot the breeze and hang out.

"I think I might invite her out for a date this weekend." Devon said thinking of how he was going to go on his first date with Harriot. She deserved at least one good date in her life, and Devon would be damned if he didn't give it to her.

"Where to?" Lars asked as he chopped some vegetables and placed them into a wok.

"I think, home date I work in a restaurant nearly every day I don't wanna deal with going to one for a date." Devon said Lars laughed at his friend's comment. The two soon went back to work and the rest of the day came and went. Harriot was returning to her apartment when she got a text from an unknown number, she looked at it and was surprised that it was Devon, asking her to come by his house for a date that Saturday. She accepted.

The week came by fast, and Harriot was rather nervous, she was never nervous on dates but for some reason Devon had that effect on her. She was standing in the hall of his apartment, and she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door. The door swung open and a casually yet still well dressed lion stood before Harriot.

"Evening." Devon said happily as he walked inside, she got a chance to see Devon's apartment better. It was an okay place, he had various decorations on the wall, mostly band posters and a few pictures of friends and family.

"You know, when I was here last I didn't get to look at this place too well," Harriot said as she observed more of the lion's apartment, she sat down at the dining room table where she had eaten a crap ton of eggs and drank coffee to stave off a hangover, "Your apartment is super nice." Harriot complemented.

"Thanks...I think," Devon said as he walked to the kitchen, Harriot could smell a nice meaty smell, bug steaks, "Dinner will be ready in a minute so make yourself at home." Devon said happily Harriot sat down and waited for the dinner to be finished. Plating them he placed a plate before her and then he sat down with his.

And so the mingling began, with Devon being the first to ask any question.

"So, you know I never asked, what do you do for a living?" Devon asked, Harriot sighed she didn't hate her job, she just didn't particularly care for it.

"Graphic designer, it's not bad, just boring." Harriot said Devon laughed taking a large bite of his steak.

"I'm sure it's fine, probably more exciting than working at a restaurant." Devon said Harriot rolled her eyes and the two ate and talked about their days. It was nice to have a good date for once, Harriot thought and it also didn't hurt that Devon was a very, very handsome lion, very handsome indeed. The two were now sitting on the couch enjoying some movies, when Harriot scooted closer to Devon, the lion wrapping his arm around her shoulder happily. She could feel the warmth resonating off of the lion.

"This is nice." Harriot said trying to find a way to make things more intimate, she slowly moved her hand up his thigh, and waited to see what he would do, when he didn't protest she got closer, and she could feel the warmth get warmer. Then Harriot let out a light gasp when she felt Devon's arm move from her shoulders to the small of her back, and his hand moved to cup her butt. She let out a moan when she felt him squeeze it, his strong hands coming to great effect. Harriot moved her hand from Devon's thigs to his crotch, and she could feel his cock tenting through his pants. She rubbed his hard-on through his jeans and the lion fought back a roar of pleasure. Harriot could feel the heat in her body rising, she hadn't felt this excited about another animal in quite a while.

"You okay?" Devon asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't taking things too far, she nodded and Devon went further down, his hand cupping the seat of her crotch, his she could feel his finger trace the outline of her snatch from her dress and panties, she then let out another gasp when Devon lifted her into the air, using their inherent strength differences to lift her onto his thigh, then the lion moved his hand from her butt to her crotch Harriot opened her legs and allowed Devon to trace his large feline fingers through the outline of her snatch, a moan nearly escaping Harriot's mouth as he did. Harriot in turn moved her hand towards his crotch as she undid the zipper of his jeans, digging into his pants she pulled his now rock hard cock out. She began to stroke his member as he fingered her snatch. As the two played with each other their mouths began to drift towards one another, their lips connecting in a steaming kiss. Harriot felt Devon's tongue enter her mouth, the two mingling as they sped up their fervent touching and kissing. Harriot was in bliss as she felt Devon's fingers enter faster and harder than ever. Her mind drifted to wondering if his cock could bring her so close to orgasm like his fingers did.

"F-Fuck." Harriot cursed as their lips parted and Devon continued to finger her deeper and deeper, just one of his fingers was enough to fill her entire snatch. Meanwhile Harriot was doing her best to make Devon feel the same, her delicate hands rubbing up and down squeezing hard but not too hard on his cock as she tried to bring him to orgasm as well. The two's moans were intermingling in a lusty symphony of want and need. Harriot felt like she was on fire, her insides burning deep and heavy, like an inferno had just been unleashed upon her. She could also feel herself getting closer and closer to release, close and closer to that sweet, sweet release. Devon was also close to release, his barbed cock wanting desperately to spurt its potent seed all over Harriot's hand.

Devon let out a low growl as he came first, thick spurts of his seed coated Harriot's hands and her thighs (and some of her dress, which made her annoyed since she'd have to find a way to clean sperm out of her favorite dress.) Harriot was right behind him, coating his finger with her own juices, a yelp escaped her mouth, common when foxes had intimate meetings When the two came down from their orgasms, they kissed again, this time deeper than before. Harriot was surprised when Devon picked her up, carrying her bridal style into his bedroom, carefully depositing her onto his bed gently. Devon then began to take off his shirt, and pants completely, with Harriot following suit. The two were now in just their underwear: Devon in his green briefs, that didn't do anything to hide his now reignited erection, it tenting and throbbing through it's cotton confines, and Harriot in only a pair of panties (her dress was strapless, so she opted to not wear a bra.) Devon then moved his hand down Harriot's face, then pulled her into another kiss, his other hand moving down to her ample breasts, cupping them, playing with them. Harriot moaned into her lion lover's mouth as she herself explored his body, his chest was well sculpted, making Harriot wonder how much he worked out. She then let out another moan when she felt him move his hands back to her snatch, rubbing the outline of her clit and pussy with his fingers through her pink panties.

"I want more than your fingers." Harriot said, she was wetter than she'd ever been, she wanted his cock. She wanted his barbed penis in her, plunging as deep and as hard as he could. Devon acquiesced. Taking a moment to detach himself from his lupine lover, Devon dug into his nightstand and pulled out a condom packet, tearing the packet open he pulled his briefs off, allowing Harriot to see his cock again in all its glory, he then rolled the condom and placed it onto his member. Harriot then pulled her panties aside, and Devon lined his cock with her snatch. Plunging his cock slowly into her, Harriot let out a stifled moan as she felt her lover's cock hilt inside her. He was deep in her, and he filled her so well. She clutched tightly at him, his mane covering her slightly as he plunged in and out of her deep and hard. Not fast, but just hard and deep, and it was absolute bliss, her moans were muffled as she plunged her face into Devon's mane.

"Fa-Fa-Faster!" Harriot begged Devon, Devon gave her what she wanted as he fucked her deep hard and fast. Her moans were growing louder and louder with each thrust, each pump of his cock. The barbs, the length, the girth, all of it was coming together to make Harriot come undone. She could feel herself reach her second orgasm quickly. With a long moan and a yip of pleasure Harriot came again, her body arching and rocking with intense pleasure, her cunt coating Devon's condom covered cock with her juices as he continued to fuck her, his own orgasm not too far behind hers. With a roar Devon filled the condom he was wearing. His thick seed ballooning it and pushing it against Harriot's inner walls. She imagined what it would feel like for him to fill her raw, she pushed that thought aside as Devon pulled out of her, taking the filled condom with him, it was filled near to bursting with his seed.

"Fuck, that was awesome." Devon said as he took off the rubber and tied it still filled with his seed and plopped down next to Harriot, she couldn't disagree, Devon snuggled up to her and held her tight. The two falling asleep in each other's arms a few minutes later.