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Just Lion Around

Commission for Jensen

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

27th October, 2021

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Just Lion Around

Chapter Two

As was suggested, Phil took a personal day the day the Lioness was delivered to his log home. He'd spent the night stressed and worried sick, as so much could still go wrong. He'd cleaned the cabin from top to bottom. When he heard the van pull up outside, his heart leapt into his throat.

Peeking out through the curtain, he expected to see men in suits and police – but was pleasantly surprised to see two men dressed in the delivery uniforms. One opened the back door and clipped a lead to the creature who was in the back. It obediently leapt down onto the ground and even though it was hooded and bound. It followed the gentle tug on the lead without hesitation or reluctance.

She's here, she's really here! Phil's mind reeled.

At the knock on his door, he opened it and smiled at the two men.

“Mr. Peterson?"

“Yes?" Phil lied, putting a smile on his face.

“Congratulations on your purchase, sir. We are sure it will provide you with many years of loyal and faithful service. Please sign here, and here and...date there..."

Phil signed his fake name to the receipt on the pad. One of the men looked strange, before he smiled and handed over the leash.

“Thank you sir, have a lovely morning!"

Phil took the leash and lead the creature inside, He shut the door quietly then he heard the van turn around then drive off. Quickly, he dropped the leash and slipped the hood off. With large yellow eyes and black pupils that quickly contracted, the Lioness looked up at him.

She huffed and rubbed her head against his hand. Her head turned, as she looked at the cabin with unabashed curiosity. He quickly shed the silk blanket that covered her and stood there, admiring her beautiful tan pelt. She was perfect, but he expected nothing less from the Inteli-Pet Corporation.

Those expressionate yellow eyes with the round, dark pupils. The tawny coloured fur that paled to a light off-cream from her throat chest and belly. Even her foot paws had that lighter shade.

“You're beautiful..." Phil murmured, as he walked around her.

Curious, the large feline turned her head to look around, her muzzle showing no expression he could make out.

“Is not lab..." Came her voice, quiet yet curious. “Where is?"

“You're safe now, I promise!. You're...at my home – I mean, our home." Phil told her.

Turning her head back to him, she frowned visibly and her tail swished twice, once left, once back.

“Hello," Came her quiet voice. “I am...home?"

He mentally slapped himself. She had not received the final stages of conditioning, that would immediately imprint his voice and scent on her young mind.

“You will live here with me now. Do you understand?"

“Home..." She repeated, then flicked one ear thoughtfully. “Yes, I understand. You are...?"

“Remember me? I'm Phillip – Phil, please, call me Phil. I cared for you, fed you, looked after you...in the..."

He frowned, then sat back on his heels. Would she understand buildings and rooms and things? Probably not.

“I cared for you. Remember?"

Both ears flattened slightly as she squinted at him through narrowed eyelids. “Many things and people I saw. You are..."

“Yes?" He prompted her gently.

“You...were...kind... to me."

Phil smiled and reached out a hand, then froze. “May I?"

Turning her yellow gaze upon him, she leaned against him and eagerly accepted the petting's and rubs to her head and neck.

“So, this is...home, yes? It is different from...other place. Smells...nice."

“Yes, it is." Phil pondered how much to tell her. “You and I will live here, safe, warm and happy. No more other people. No more scaring or hurting you, none of that."

Turning her head, she looked at him and a cruel glare come over her face, before it vanished just as suddenly.

“Good, I never liked those people in the..."

She shook her head, unable to describe what she wanted to say.

“Those coats? White lab coats? No, I promise! No more of them. You will be loved, cherished and adored. You bel..."

Turning her gaze on him, she frowned.

“I belong to you? Why?"

Again, I'm an idiot, without that overriding compulsion to bond and imprint on me, how could I have been so stupid...

For several minutes, she looked at him, her tail twitching slowly from side to side. Her eyes and muzzle were unreadable, inscrutable. At last, she lay down, her tail thumping lightly on the floor.

“You were...kind. To me. I think we were..." Again, her forehead furrowed. “I head a word... I do not fully understand said word."

“What word?"

“Friend..."

Phil smiled, then sat before her, and gently scritched her chin, much to her obvious pleasure.

“Yes, I would love very much, to be your friend."

With that odd chuff sound from deep within her chest, there and then, their fates would be intertwined and sealed.

*

Phil sprawled on the bed, the Lioness laying at the foot of it, as she gazed at him and he in turn looked at her.

“What should I call you? You need a name!"

“Name?" Came her querulous comment, as she frowned. “What is a name?"

“I'm Phillip, Phil, you know that..."

With a yawn that displayed her four large canines, she placed her head on her large, tawny fore-paws.

“You...do not have a name. I need to call you something – its...polite."

Bored, the lioness rolled over onto her back and wriggled, then rolled back onto her paws again.

“Why?"

“Why? I..." Phil pondered. “It's just...rude, not to call someone a name, something that is theirs alone. I'm Phil..."

“Yes, you keep saying that..." Came her reply, as she grinned at him.

“I'd like to give you a name. How about...Felicia?"

“Is name Felicia? I thought it was Phil..."

Did I just get dissed by a lioness?

?No...I am Phil, you will be called Felicia..."

“Fel..." Felicia's eyes narrowed to slits, as she tried to wrap her tongue around the syllable's. “Can I be Fel instead?"

“Of course you may! Fel it is, Felicia will be your full name, but I'll call you Fel, okay?"

“Fine..." Again, she yawned, seemingly bored with the whole conversation. “You are Fel, I am Phil!"

Phil blinked, then he smiled and laughed. “Fel? I think I'm going to really like you... I think we'll be great friends. You obviously have a sharp and inquisitive mind!"

Fel stretched out one large paw, the curved claws unsheathing as she sank them into the coverlet. Reaching out with the other paw, she flexed it too and shook herself from rounded ears to tail tuft.

“What do I do now?" Fel asked, gazing at him with those large, soulful eyes.

“I...don't know." Phil pondered, then unconsciously reached down and scratched at himself.

Fel's eyes widened, watching him, before she smiled and her tail swished from side to side.

“Fel has..." Her eyes crinkled as she struggled again, to find the words.

“Thoughts? Memories?"

“Thoughts...yes... Thoughts are not Fel's own thoughts...are...interesting."

Penny's words floated disjointed through his mind. “I know she has been imprinted with the deep conditioning... I do hope you know what you're doing!"

“Uh..." Phil murmured, as he scootched his way up the bed, resting against the headboard and placing his head on his knees, wrapping his arms around them. “What kind of thoughts?"

“Is Phil hard of hearing? Fel said they were interesting thoughts. Very interesting..."

Phil looked at her, then raised both his eyebrows. She is conditioned with those memories, but no real compulsion to act upon them. This could be a major turning point – or ruin out newly forged friendship in a heartbeat.

Fel's tail began to slash from side to side, as a slow smile spread across her dark lips and her eyes narrowed to slits.

“Images...feelings, things that...are...what is that emotion, when you pat and stroke me?"

“That is pleasure, Fel. Do these images bring you pleasure?"

Frowning, she rolled over onto her back and stretched languidly, before her head hung upside down as she gazed at the floor.

“Fel does not know."

How she was laying, exposed like that, he saw the pale underbelly. He wasn't intimately familiar with her physiology, so took a guess. He suspected there were at least four nipples on her belly, covered by that pale fur.

“Fel, may I...try something with you?" He asked curiously.

“Depends...will Fel get pleasure?"

“Oh, I'm certain of it Fel, now, lay still please..."

Fel quivered as he crawled towards her on his hands and knees, then knelt behind her. Fel flicked her tail from side to side in either irritation on just boredom, he couldn't tell. Tentatively, he reached down and placed both palms on her chest.

“Mmm." Fel growled quietly.

Encouraged, he carefully slid his fingers down from her chest and onto her belly. Indeed, he felt the small soft nubs of her nipples. Tenderly, he brushed his fingers over each one, then stroked down her thighs.

“Is...nice." Fel murmured. “Fel is pleasured."

I need to work on her vocabulary a little more. She understands words, just not quite how to use them.

“Does that feel good Fel?" He asked her.

“Yes...more..."

“Say please Fel, its polite."

After a moment, Fel quivered. “Please..."

Gently, he placed one hind paw against his left shoulder, then the other against the right shoulder. Fel trembled, feeling vulnerable, but his gentle tummy rubs quickly washed away any doubts.

“Your fur is so soft Fel, it is like...well, its like soft velvet. So luxurious and smooth to the touch." He whispered.

“Is it...not meant to be?" Came her huffed question from below the end of the bed.

“No, its...softer than I'd imagined. I thought it'd be slightly rough, or coarse even. It's so...delicate feeling."

Fel twitched and twisted, putting her head back on the end of the bed, her body curled like only a feline can and she watched him from one eye.

“Fel is...pleased. Proceed with this...motion."

“Fel, honey, please. I am your friend, not your servant. We need to establish our bond of mutual respect and understanding. I know you're young, very young. Especially that beautiful mind of yours."

“Fel is week old, yes?"

“Yes. Now, I am your friend, friend's do not...demand. You ask, nicely, and I will give you pleasure, okay?"

Fel's eyes narrowed as she assimilated this. “I think Fel understands. Fel is..."

“I think the word you mean, is sorry. It's alright, you're young, do not yet understand the polite way of speaking and so on. They never gave you your full...training."

“Fel is...sorry." Fel growled.

Gently, he ruffled her belly fur and began stroking her again. “It's..alright Fel..."

He resumed caressing and stroking her, settling into a slow, rhythmic motion. He would curl his fingers over, stroke down her lower chest and belly then up the inside of her thighs. Fel's twitches and huff's assured him of her pleasure at this.

“Is nice..." Fel growled quietly, her tail twitching ever so slightly. “Pleasure is...nice."

“Yes, it is..." Phil nodded and continued to gently caress and massage. “Are you comfortable? Do not need to stretch out, roll over or something?"

“Fel is...content."

She froze, then one eye opened wide as she looked at him. Phil shuddered and grinned weakly, as he turned a brilliant red as he felt the bulge in his boxer shorts, pressing against Fel's rump.

“Fel is...most interested...now, in what that is..."

“I..." Phil blushed even worse.

To Be Continued...