{"sf1_id":1993978,"sf2_id":"P1E9231Y","title":"Unison","author":"Apatapa","words":2813,"posted_at":"2023-05-29T23:52:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","BDSM","Bondage","Corruption","Deep Penetration","Deep Throat","Degradation","Domination/Submission","Exhibitionism","Feline","Gay","Impact play","Licking","Lion","M/M","Masochism","Multiple Orgasm","Musk","Oral","Outdoors","Poetry","Rimming","Rough Sex","Sadomasochism","Tiger","sadism"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1993978-unison","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1E9231Y","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ad/94/ad941f56-b845-4d5f-ac05-bab2ee0696e1","description":"I wrote an erotic poem, it has great meaning that I refuse to explain. Enjoy!","content":"You were estranged.\n\nThe years were cold and cruel.\n\nFor a being of warm passion,\u0026nbsp;\n\nit was torture.\n\nThe lion pranced about his prairie.\n\nWhile you were chained,\u0026nbsp;\n\ndisavowed and repressed.\n\nYou called to him.\n\nHe seldom answered.\n\nFleeting glances over the river,\n\nthat sectioned you apart.\n\n  \n\nHe'd stare at you,\u0026nbsp;\n\ngreen eyes full of confusion.\n\nOf hesitation.\n\nOf fear and disgust.\n\nAnd he'd seek the shadow for comfort.\n\nWhile you tossed in your ties.\n\nYou roared.\n\nGrowled.\n\nHissed to no avail.\n\nHe didn't listen.\n\nDidn't want to listen.\n\nBecause he knew your pain.\n\nAnd sectioned it away.\n\nBehind the river.\n\nLocked in chains.\n\nYou were never to be whole with him again.\n\n  \n\nBut time blurs all things.\n\nAnd those fleeting glances drew out to more.\n\nEye contact.\n\nSilent understanding.\n\nEventually,  \nhe would learn to stomach the sight of you.\n\nAnd he would see you, tiger, chained.\n\nAnd recognise its wrongness.\n\nBut back away.\n\nFor terror seized his body,  \nand denied you both your longing.\n\n  \n\nYou knew only injustice.\n\nYou'd felt it in the parts of your flesh he feared.\n\nHe took his time whilst you lingered in contempt.\n\nUntil one day you roused,  \nto the sound of splashing in the air.\n\nHe'd waded out towards you,  \nacross the riverbed.\n\nHis stare was focused,\u0026nbsp;\n\nthough he looked unsure.\n\nHis feet touched ground.\n\nYour ground.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAside your chains.\n\nHe reached out a hand towards you.\n\nA single finger to your fur.\n\nHe froze, concern lit up his features.\n\nHe snatched his paw away.\n\nLike he doubted you were real,  \nand too shocked to agree with your physicality.\n\n  \n\nYou watched him.\n\nQuiet.\n\nFretful and wanting.\n\nThe sensation of his contact sat heavy in your pelt.\n\nYou felt him long after he had left.\n\nBecause it was all you'd craved for so long.\n\nYou realised then your patience.\n\nFor you didn't beg or beckon his return.\n\nNever cried for your freedom,  \nthough it was owed in plenty.\n\nAnd as weeks passed you wondered if that would be all forever.\n\nA single point of contact.\n\nPerhaps, you thought it was all you were owed.\n\nYou were a creature of disgust and dejection.\n\nAnd yet come morning, you found him in your hold.\n\nHe had coiled at your side.\n\nAnd slept throughout the night.\n\n  \n\nWhen you roused he was gone.\n\nBack to his prairie.\n\nWhere his gaze would oft drift,\u0026nbsp;\n\ntowards your prison.\n\nSo close it seemed,\n\nyour solitary days may end.\n\nBut he never returned.\n\nNot 'til a full moon hung high in the sky.\n\nAnd you stuttered awake.\n\nYour eyes cracked open,\u0026nbsp;\n\nto the sound of rustling grass.\n\nHe stood over you.\n\nBleeding.\n\nHis hands clutched to his heart.\n\nEyes wide.\n\nA vicious howl carved into his face.\n\nHe was screaming.\n\nYou stared.\n\nYou didn't try to help,\u0026nbsp;\n\nfor the cold kiss of steel held you still.\n\nHe fell to his knees.\n\nHe glared at you through a mask of crimson.\n\nHis eyes full of pain.\n\nOf betrayal and hurt and terror.\n\nLike you were meant to save him.\n\nYou blinked,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand he was gone.\n\n  \n\nDays passed before you saw him again.\n\nWhere he'd gone was a mystery.\n\nBut he emerged from the grass and sat,\n\nlegs crossed and eyes focused on you.\n\nHe seemed meditative.\n\nSun and moon passed by.\n\nStill he thought,\n\nunmoving.\n\nSame as you.\n\nStuck in place.\n\nThough he did it by choice,\u0026nbsp;\n\n'til he chose to rise.\n\nAnd saunter forth across the river.\n\nHe bore no scar from all he'd endured.\n\n  \n\nHe bristled as he approached.\n\nA wary look cloaked his intent.\n\nHe sat opposite you.\n\nAnd he observed you.\n\nLong he stared.\n\nYou could only meet his gaze,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand hope he'd unbind you.\n\nAs the sun descended a chill seized the air.\n\nAnd he drew a deep breath.\n\nAnd stepped forth to your side.\n\nWhere he lay.\n\nAnd nodded off.\n\nYou shook as he slumbered.\n\nHis body rest against your leg.\n\nYou weren't sure how to think of him.\n\nHis body was warm.\n\nYou licked your lips and frowned.\n\nYou reached to touch him back,  \nto repay the wonder of contact.\n\nBut your hand seized.\n\nGrasped by chains.\n\nWhich rattled and clanked.\n\nHe jolted awake and spun.\n\nHis eyes were wide.\n\nHis jaw ajar.\n\nConfusion all over his face.\n\nHe dropped a paw to cover himself.\n\nAnd sprinted far away.\n\nBut the nights were cold.\n\nSo unlike his thoughts.\n\nFor come morn again, he lay beside you.\n\nYou watched him rest, heart aglow.\n\n  \n\nThere were things you wanted to tell him,  \nwanted to ask him.  \nBut beneath it all.  \nYour passions roared.\n\nThere were things you wished to do to him.\n\nAnd you reached for him again.\n\nOnly to find your wrist was free.\n\nThe cuff lay shattered to your side.\n\nYour paw descended on his flank.\n\nAnd you froze, surprised.\n\nHis eyes flashed open.\n\nYou were sure he would run.\n\nBut he lay tense.\n\nHis breath heavy.\n\nHis gaze hard.\n\nYour fingers stroked his fur.\n\nYour claws pricked his flesh.\n\nHis ears twitched.\n\nHe rose unsteady and aroused.\n\nHe stared again.\n\n  \n\nUncertainty was in his bones,\u0026nbsp;\n\nyet he stared.\n\nYour heart pounded.\n\nAnd something plicked delicately.\n\nAgain and again, plick, plick.\n\nThe chain on your arm lost slack.\n\nThe manacle cracked.\n\nAnd the lion took a deep breath.\n\nAnd ran.\n\n  \n\nYou watched him go.\n\nYou were so desperate it hurt.\n\nBut your patience, stars, your patience.\n\nIt held you steady while he raced.\n\nYou rolled your shoulders back.\n\nYou smiled as they cracked.\n\nYou clenched fists.\n\nThe freedom was staggering.\n\nBut it paled before the passion.\n\nThat urge within you.\n\nTo be obscene.\n\nThe filth you thought.\n\nThe butterflies in your chest.\n\nThe warmth in your hand.\n\nYou watched the lion run.\n\nAnd you stared as you watered the earth with your seed.\n\n  \n\nYou had enough control to make him watch.\n\nHe'd hide on his banks, but he'd look.\n\nYou were too real to ignore.\n\nHe was interested, just skittish.\n\n'Til a cloudy night rolled in.\n\nAnd he tiptoed through the river.\n\nYou lay on your side.\n\nA hand behind your head.\n\nHis nose twitched as he neared.\n\nHe was staring at your armpit.\n\nAnd he was shaking as he sat,\n\njust out of reach.\n\nYour thoughts surged.\n\nYou grasped yourself in a meaty fist.\n\nHe dipped his head though his gaze never averted,\n\n'til you gasped as you finished.\n\nThen he lay down to rest.\n\nSpent like he'd done the same.\n\nHe closed his eyes.\n\nAnd your world went dark.\n\n  \n\nAs morning broke, he nuzzled into your side.\n\nYour paw rest atop his back.\n\nYou adjusted.\n\nThe motion slight but enough.\n\nHis snout rest under your arm,  \nhis nose buried in your pit.\n\nHe muttered in his sleep.\n\nHe'd given you an opening.\n\nAnd he had to have known,\u0026nbsp;\n\njust what that meant.\n\nYour paw crept down his back.\n\nA finger's distance at a time.\n\nIt felt wrong in a wrong way.\n\nYou marvelled as he twitched.\n\nYour touch too intense.\n\nThough you barely pressed.\n\nHis back went tight.\n\nHe could hardly handle you so gentle.\n\nBut he didn't try to flee.\n\nHe rubbed his face into your scent.\n\nHe was scared.\n\nBut he wanted to be here.\n\n  \n\nSo it was happening.\n\n  \n\nYou lift his tail.\n\nHe makes a sound.\n\nYour finger glides down his crack.\n\nHe makes a hundred sounds.\n\nHalf delight.\n\nHalf hesitation.\n\nYou were never meant to touch him.\n\nYou were especially never meant to touch him like this.\n\nBut you know these motions like the back of your hand.\n\nThey're unpracticed but they needn't be more.\n\nYou circle around his delicate flesh.\n\nHe squirms and shakes.\n\nThe lion likes it.\n\nHe's craved it all these years.\n\nThis contact you wanted to give.\n\nHe's shivering.\n\nHis tail's swishing through the air.\n\nHe's too excited to contain himself.\n\nAnd a thought occurs to you.\n\nIt's dark.\n\nIt's violent.\n\nIt's unexpected.\n\nBut it's exciting.\n\nYou sit up.\n\nYou're too aroused to think.\n\nHis eyes are shut in concentration.\n\nYou raise a heavy paw and bring it down on his snout.\n\nHard.\n\nHe falls face-first.\n\nHe whimpers.\n\nHe groans as he rolls.\n\nHe's staring at you.\n\nGreen eyes wide and full of tears.\n\nHis fangs are bare.\n\nBut he'd never bite you,\u0026nbsp;\n\nnot hard at least.\n\nYou grab his muzzle.\n\nHe tries to gnaw at your fingers.\n\nBut his heart's not in it.\n\nYou pull him forward,\u0026nbsp;\n\nstraight into your lap.\n\n  \n\nHis coarse nose pokes your flesh.\n\nYou're oozing pleasure.\n\nAnd for a drawn out breath,\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe freezes.\n\nIt feels foul to expose yourself so brazenly.\n\nInappropriate in thirty different ways.\n\nBut he never retreats.\n\nHe draws a heavy breath,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand gives you a careful taste.\n\nYour entire body buckles.\n\nHe was meant to be pure.\n\nRevulsion builds within you.\n\nIt's exciting.\n\nEmpowering.\n\nIntoxicating.\n\nYou're a freak.\n\nYou're trouble.\n\nYou're ruining him.\n\nYou're seeing white.\n\nYou can't think.\n\nYou call him names.\n\nYou hiss and growl and thrust into his muzzle.\n\nYou spit on him.\n\nYou slap him.\n\nThe degradation only serves to excite him.\n\nYou poke his hole and he rewards you with rigorous laps of his tongue.\n\nYou finish on his face.\n\nYou desecrate him.\n\nIt splatters audibly against him.\n\nHe flinches.\n\nYou've spoiled his virgin face.\n\nYour heart pounds,\u0026nbsp;\n\nlike it's a violent act.\n\nYou stare into his eyes.\n\nHe's stunned.\n\nYou've made a mess of him.\n\nThe perfect thing.\n\nThe normal thing.\n\nYou're disgusted with yourself.\n\nBut that disgust is enticing in its own perverse way.\n\nIt's through his mane.\n\nIt's hanging from his chin.\n\nYou've never felt more alive as you grasp him.\n\nYou tug him towards you and lick him clean.\n\nHe's panting.\n\nHe tastes like passion and pleasure.\n\nHe tastes like you.\n\nWeakly,\u0026nbsp;\n\nhe licks you back.\n\nBecause he's wanted this as bad as you.\n\nOnly he never knew how to get it.\n\nHow to do it.\n\n  \n\nHe needed you to show him.\n\nTo mould him.\n\nTo dirty him.\n\nTo make him lesser.\n\nUnclean.\n\nCorrupt.\n\nIt was the reason why you were chained.\n\nYou glance at your ankles.\n\nThe manacles are gone from both legs.\n\nYou're free.\n\nHe's freed you.\n\nYou blink as you stand.\n\nYour legs are shaking.\n\nHe's trembling in your shadow.\n\nA small and sallow thing.\n\nYou could take him again.\n\nYou blink.\n\nAnd you clench a fist.\n\nAnd with the rage of freedom you throw yourself onto him.\n\nHe cries out as you rain a dozen blows on his chest.\n\nBut it's not the pain that shocks him.\n\nIt's the intensity of the feelings within him.\n\nYou slap his face so hard his head whips to the side.\n\nHe raises an arm to defend himself.\n\nHe's smiling underneath it.\n\nSo you grab his hand and shape it around your cock.\n\nYou exist to make him worse.\n\nYou're even harder than you were before.\n\nHe stares.\n\nHe looks uncertain.\n\nHe looks confused.\n\nBut he works your flesh.\n\nYou croon your neck and sigh.\n\nHe knows his place.\n\nHe knows his worth.\n\nHe leans forward to lick you again.\n\nIt's what he knows.\n\nYou grunt in satisfaction,\n\nbut you want more.\n\n  \n\nFor all you've done to him,\u0026nbsp;\n\nit was hard to imagine being any more inappropriate.\n\nYou crouch down.\n\nHe leans back.\n\nHe's expecting something.\n\nYou chase him.\n\nYour muzzle brushes his as you kiss him.\n\nYou shove your tongue into his mouth.\n\nHe tastes like you.\n\nIt sends a crackle of electricity down your spine.\n\nYou grab a fistful of his mane and kiss him until he's breathless.\n\nYou hold it a moment more.\n\nHe's shaking in your arms.\n\nYou shove him to the floor.\n\nYou lay across his chest,\u0026nbsp;\n\nyour back to his face.\n\nHe can't see what you're about to do.\n\nBut he knows.\n\nHis feet are scrambling for purchase as he raises his hips.\n\nHis cock throbs in the air.\n\nYou poke it with a claw.\n\nGentle.\n\nCareful.\n\n  \n\nHe shrieks like you've stabbed him.\n\nHis chest raises,\u0026nbsp;\n\ntrying to fight you off of him.\n\nYou crush him down.\n\nHe softens.\n\nBut he's clenching fists.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe's bracing.\n\nHe knows you're going to touch him again.\n\nBut he doesn't know how.\n\nHe doesn't know when.\n\nAnd he's as sensitive as can be.\n\nYou lean forward to taste him.\n\nHe's sweet.\n\nInnocent.\n\nHis body convulses as he moans.\n\nHe hammers weakly at your back.\n\nBut he's not pleading for you to stop.\n\nYou swallow him.\n\nHe's throbbing so hard it hurts.\n\nHe's not breathing.\n\nHis hands scramble for purchase on your back.\n\nHe clutches your fur.\n\nHe feels weak.\n\nYou force yourself down on him.\n\nYou gag.\n\nHe whimpers.\n\nAgain his body shudders.\n\nHis orgasm plasters your throat.\n\nYou rise off of him,\u0026nbsp;\n\nspluttering.\n\nHe tastes exquisite.\n\nIt's ambrosia.\n\nIt's forbidden.\n\nYou're seeing stars as it lingers,\u0026nbsp;\n\nall warm on your tongue.\n\nYou compose yourself.\n\nYou swallow.\n\nHe's laying on the ground.\n\nHe's drawing shallow breaths.\n\nHis eyes are shut.\n\nAnd it's mesmerising.\n\nYou know every twitch he makes.\n\nYou've felt it before.\n\nIt was how you came to be.\n\nThe embodiment of his overwhelm.\n\nHe's brought it back to you.\n\n  \n\nYou shudder as you drop to your knees.\n\nYou cradle him.\n\nAnd for a time it feels pure.\n\nIt feels right.\n\nHis racing heart beats in your chest.\n\nYou want to nurture it.\n\nBut that's not your purpose.\n\nLaying with him was not possible,\n\nnot without more.\n\nThe fur of his belly is sticky because of you.\n\nIt's a marvel.\n\nIt's a signal for more.\n\nYou roll him on his side.\n\nHe lays there,\u0026nbsp;\n\na delicate glance over his shoulder.\n\nHe's no longer feigning fear.\n\nThere is a mountain of hesitation atop his shoulders.\n\nBut longing to match it.\n\nHe trusts you like he trusts himself.\n\nYou've changed him so freely.\n\nSo totally.\n\nYou slap his ass,\n\nyou're claiming it.\n\nHe whimpers in a higher pitch,\u0026nbsp;\n\nlike he's used to the pain.\n\nHe's enticing you.\n\nYou wrench his tail so hard he gasps,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand lick him raw and wanting,\n\n'til he's kneading the ground and pleading.\n\nYou join with him.\n\nA single thrust that leaves him hissing.\n\nYour balls rest against his.\n\nYou bear your weight down on him.\n\nIt should hurt,\u0026nbsp;\n\nbut he relaxes into you.\n\nThis is as natural for him as it is for you.\n\nYou wrap a thick arm around his throat.\n\nYou choke him as you ravage him.\n\nHis muffled sounds make your ears twitch.\n\nIt's more than you can handle.\n\nYour seed jets into him.\n\nHe leans back against you.\n\nYou are his comfort.\n\nYou bite his ear.\n\nHard.\n\nIt feels mean.\n\nIt feels right.\n\nHe doesn't fight it.\n\n  \n\nYou've broken him.\n\nAnd in doing so,\u0026nbsp;\n\nunwound what pained him.\n\nHe crawls off of you.\n\nHis knees are shaking\n\nHis body is a fantasy,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand a mess.\n\nBut he turns to you with a smile.\n\nAnd strikes you on your forehead with his claws out.\n\nIt barely pricks you.\n\nIt's practised.\n\nThe action jovial.\n\nThere's a grin on his face as he runs off.\n\nYou give chase and laugh as you tackle him into the river.\n\n  \n\nIt's cold.\n\nHe's weightless in the water.\n\nYou bundle him under an arm.\n\nHe kicks and pulls your tail.\n\nHe's too amused by the sound you make.\n\nSomething between a hiss and a snort.\n\nAnd his smile shifts something in your thoughts.\n\nThe idea of retaliation subsides.\n\nReplaced entirely by something bothered but familiar.\n\nYour heart melts,\u0026nbsp;\n\neach beat softer than the last.\n\nYou stand him in the river.\n\nHe's almost as tall as you,\n\nbut less muscular.\n\nLess of him needed to fight for survival.\n\nHe'd pawned that off to you.\n\nBecause you were more than his perversion.\n\nYou were his protector too.\n\nAll his fear now made sense.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was going alone without you.\n\nBraving a world without his strength.\n\nIt was foolish,\u0026nbsp;\n\nyet admirable.\n\nYou sigh.\n\nHe looks at you.\n\nTo him there's nothing wrong.\n\nBut you shoulder his anxieties.\n\nYou can see what threatens to wipe the playfulness from his face.\n\nYou know you cannot let it happen.\n\nYou won't.\n\n  \n\nIt was hard to remember times before they are now.\n\nThough you'd been chained your entire life,\u0026nbsp;\n\nthat was no longer true.\n\nEvery fleeting touch of his body,\u0026nbsp;\n\nelicited more memory than,\u0026nbsp;\n\na decade in manacles.\n\nYou could protect him now.\n\nAs you always were meant to.\n\nLion and tiger, equal.\n\nIt was hard to imagine times before they are now.\n\nWhere you couldn't walk up to him.\n\nAnd grasp him.\n\nHave him.\n\nDelight in the way he writhes under you.\n\nBite him.\n\nBeat him.\n\nDirty him.\n\nThere is satisfaction in his body that nothing else brings.\n\nA completeness.\n\nTwo halves made whole.\n\nA tension and a release.\n\nContentedness.\n\nYou love him as he loves you now.\n\nThe hatchet is buried.\n\nThe chains were necessary, once.\n\n  \n\nNo longer,\u0026nbsp;\n\nand never again.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}