A Letter to Ms. Moritz
Dear Ms. Moritz,
Following this short introduction is my detailing of the trip I recently made to the estate of Mr. Arthur Jennings, a lion is of such renown that I figure that he needs no introduction here. I believe that you will find his pride fascinating, although I am not sure what repercussions might come from publishing this. I leave it, as always, to your discretion, Ms. Moritz.
"Andlat, I presume?" The large lion said, extending his paw. His voice was a warm baritone and I could not help but feel slightly attracted to the powerful male. I smiled and nodded.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Jennings." I replied. "My boss sent me here because he thinks our readers will be curious about the lifestyle of one of the richest businessmen in the nation." The enormous lion chuckled as he sat, gesturing for me to do the same.
"Please. I am a humble fur." I sat still while he studied me with his deep eyes. "Tell me, before we begin. Why did they send you to learn about me and my pride?" I smiled and nodded, amused slightly by his use of the word pride instead of family.
"I have an anthropology degree, so I'm rather learned in the different fur cultures." I explained. Mr. Jennings leaned back thoughtfully.
"What focus?"
"Whatever my boss wants it to be." I replied with a chuckle. Mr. Jennings laughed before checking his watch.
"Well then, I suppose you'll be wanting me to take you where the action is, hmm?" I checked my own watch.
"I wouldn't want to impede your day-to-day business." Mr. Jennings leaned forward with a knowing smile.
"The fun of being the boss is you set your own schedule." I smiled and nodded as he stood, leading me out of his office. I couldn't help but feel powerful as all the workers said goodbye to the executive, with me shadowing him.
We stood in the elevator as it descended.
"Did you drive?" He asked. I shook my head.
"I took a taxi, actually." Mr. Jennings nodded.
"We'll have my driver take me home then. I do hope you'll be able to stay up through dinner." He said with a knowing smile. "I assure you it will take you that long to get a sense of the uniqueness of my home." I stare at him in confusion, but his eyes show his refusal to elaborate.
We emerged into a parking garage that I had not noticed upon my arrival, where there was already a tiger in a uniform waiting by a nondescript black vehicle.
"Heading home, sir?" She said. Mr. Jennings nodded and she quickly opened the door for him. Or rather, us. Mr. Jennings allowed me to get in first and then he followed.
"How far is your home, sir?" I asked. I, like everyone, knew where Arthur Jennings lived, but I didn't want to show that. Unfortunately, I had forgotten how intelligent Mr. Jennings was.
"Like you don't know." He said with a sparkle in his eye. I nodded.
"Can't get anything past you, sir."
"It's how I made my money."
The car began to move and we fell into silence for the first part of the journey. As we headed up the hill toward the more extravagant homes, Mr. Jennings spoke.
"Now, I must warn you. There are certain aspects about my pride that may startle and will surprise you." I nodded, attempting to determine what he meant.
"I suppose you won't give me any clues about what you mean, hmm?" Mr. Jennings laughed.
"Where's the fun in that?" He asked, his eyes twinkling again. I nodded and gazed out the window, noticing that we were nearing where I knew Mr. Jennings' home to be, a jewel in the crown of many homes of the most affluent lion families.
"He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home." Mr. Jennings mused as we pulled up the drive toward his large mansion.
"Goethe, sir?" He nodded.
"I'm pleased that you recognized it." He said as the car parked in front of the front door. "Thank you kindly, Alice." He said, smiling at the tiger as we got out.
"You're welcome, sir." She said officially, studying me slightly as I followed the lion up the stairs to his home. He stopped at the front door.
"As cliché as it is, I am the king of my home, so please, do not be offended if you are not immediately acknowledged." I nodded.
"I'll keep that in mind, sir." He smiled and opened the door.
"I'm home!" He declared, immediately leading the way to the left, toward a sitting room. "This is where they always present themselves to me."
"Who do?" I wondered aloud, knowing that the answer would surely present itself to me soon enough. He sat down in a large easy chair and I sat on the couch in a corner. I heard the sounds of approaching paws and waited for whatever was to come.
Barely a moment had passed before five lionesses came in, walking in single file. Two of them carried cubs, but every one of them had a look of reverence on their faces as they looked at Mr. Jennings and completely ignored me. As each reached Mr. Jennings, they bent slightly and kissed his cheek, the cubs that were present wrapping their chubby fingers in his mane while their mommas paid tribute. He chuckled and waved at both of the cubs, the perfect father. Having paid their respects, the lionesses left without any acknowledgement of me.
"I do hope you don't think negatively of me for having so many wives." I smiled and shook my head.
"No sir. I understand the pride lifestyle quite well." Mr. Jennings chuckled.
"Well, we are not purely a traditional pride." He stroked his mane for a moment. "Tell me what your knowledge is of beta males in a traditional pride." I shrugged.
"In ancient times, they were killed, but over time, the prides have simply banished them, allowing them to found their own prides." Mr. Jennings nodded. Just then, he pointed toward the entrance. I turned and gasped as a new group of lions came in. There were four of them and they each wore a short pink dress, its lacy hem hardly even touching the waistband of the thick pink diaper around each lion's waist. They wore long pink stockings that disappeared into their pink booties. A pink bow was at the tip of each lion's tail as they swayed submissively. Mr. Jennings smiled as each kneeled and kissed his crotch. I glanced at their heads, puzzled by why these cubs were so big. Suddenly, it struck me. These were four fully-grown lions, their manes shaved off! Mr. Jennings chuckled as he saw the look on my face.
"I told you we were not a traditional pride." I nodded, staring at the four lions who stood there. Their stance was submissive, but not overtly embarrassed.
"Why? And how?" Mr. Jennings nodded.
"Two very good questions. Firstly, I feel that beta lions are too weak to properly start their own prides, passing on inferior genetic material. This keeps them from breeding." I watched the four betas. They seemed undisturbed by this and one of them even nodded slightly. "Since my lionesses only wish to breed at certain times, these four are in charge of keeping their alpha happy at any time." He chuckled. "As to how, once you dress a lion like that, he breaks down pretty easily." I nodded, still amazed by all of this.
"So, you treat them like cubs?"
"Not quite. They sleep in the nursery with the cubs, but their diet is very similar to that of an adult." Mr. Jennings explained. My eyes remained wide. This was still somewhat unbelievable. I could not help but want to wear the outfit of one of those lions, but I brushed the thought away. "Speaking of which," Mr. Jennings declared grandly. "Dinner should be ready quite soon." He rose and the betas followed with me taking up the rear.
It seems somewhat strange, Ms. Moritz, to discuss what we had for dinner following that strange discovery. For what it's worth, the meal was delicious, but the betas ate normally without any peculiarity. This marks a strong contrast to what came next.
Mr. Jennings set his empty plate slightly in front of him with a content smile, a deep purr erupting from within him. A few of the lionesses cleared the table as the others took the cubs out of the room, leaving me with Mr. Jennings and the betas. Mr. Jennings grinned as he looked at his betas.
"Let's retire to the den." He declared. I rose and followed him with the betas behind. Mr. Jennings and I returned to our seats and the lion eyed his betas. "Whose turn?" One of the betas immediately stepped forward. Mr. Jennings grinned and began to remove his pants, much to my surprise. The beta kneeled as Mr. Jennings also removed his briefs, revealing an enormous cock. The beta gazed at it hungrily, immediately taking it into his muzzle. Mr. Jennings' purrs were nearly drowned out by the purrs of the beta as he sucked on the alpha's leonine member. I glanced over at the other betas, who were clearly quite jealous of the whole affair, rubbing their diapers as hard as they could. Even I could not help but feel aroused by the scene unfolding before me.
Mr. Jennings' purrs grew louder and louder, a single paw holding the beta's head down slightly, petting him as he did his task well. The beta's tail swayed rapidly against the plastic covering of his diaper, making a sound not entirely unpleasant to the ears.
The beta, at Mr. Jennings' urging, worked faster and faster, his head bobbing up and down almost comically. I heard mews and looked over to see the three betas who were uninvolved orgasming in unison, shaking and falling onto their knees in euphoric delight.
It was barely a moment later that a loud roar echoed through the den as Mr. Jennings' erupted into the muzzle of the beta on his lap. His mane flowed majestically as his head tilted back. The beta eagerly lapped up every last bit of the alpha's cum, purring happily.
"Good job." Mr. Jennings said, kissing the beta on the cheek. "Now, all of you toddle off to bed so you can get your diapers changed!" As they left the room, the lion quickly pulled his briefs and pants back up. "Well, there you have it!" I nodded.
"And those four are all adults?" Mr. Jennings nodded.
"In body, yes. In mind, I've reprogrammed them, as it were." I nodded.
"Sir, are you aware that there could be certain ethics violations here?" Mr. Jennings sighed.
"Only if this story is published." I nodded.
"Right you are. Seeing as you own the paper, however" I smiled as he nodded.
"You're a smart fox." He said with a wink. I nodded.
"I get that a lot." I rose and let him lead me out of the house.
And so, Ms. Moritz, that's about it. I would certainly advise not publishing this story, but I would advise even more that I be sent back. For journalistic reasons, of course.
Yours,
Andlat