Between The Lions
BETWEEN THE LIONS
I entered my room, finding nothing amiss. The curtains billowed some, so I thought that was the delicate noise I had heard. I went over to shut it, sliding the window pane down the frame, before I tossed off my shirt and went over to lie on my bed. Upon resting there on the mattress, I was aware of a weird feeling. The bed didn't feel right. Not as soft and it was emanating heat. I sigh heavily and ignore this, throwing the back of my head tiredly against a pillow-a pillow that grunted upon being struck. What-bedspread covered arms wrapped around me, keeping me fast and blind in my own sheets! Then I was tossed down unceremoniously to the floor as two stocky forms crashed down onto my exposed back as I felt the carpet rub my naked belly and dick, which surprisingly, was still at full mast. Hell, I could probably even tie a flag to that thing!
Scar sauntered over towards me as his two yiffy protégés Swrogue and Tursi sat themselves firmly on top of me, keeping me against the floor. Scar looked down at me like he had never seen me before.
"Why, hello Fluffy! Would you believe it takes amazing skill and unconventional tactics to capture an unusual piece of ass such as yourself? Ah, the hunting was good, wasn't it pride?" Scar mused.
Tursi giggled coyly. Swrogue grinned, running a clawed paw delicately over my back, making soft bloodless scratches like a dog who mounts something.
"Are you guys fucking with me?" I ask, incredulous.
Scar smirks at that.
"We will be. Your our sport and it is unfitting that we yiff you now."
Scar motioned with a flick of a claw for his pride to get off. The two younger lions obeyed unquestionably.
"Why?" I ask suspiciously.
"Because it is no fun if we hold you down. We want to play first." Scar teasingly purred.
I frowned as I got to my feet.
"Play?" I reply, bewildered.
Scar smiles, sharing conspiratory glances with his fellow hunters. Then moments pass before a bead of sweat from my cheekbone drips to the floor and sets the big cats in a big frenzy. As they surge forward and pounce for me, I dodge this attack, twisting out of their grasp like a receiver going for a goal. Scar, whom is surprisingly the most animated, lunges quickly at me, wrapping his paws around my shin. I jump up and kick out, flinging scar off as I gallop out the open door and down through the hallway towards the upstairs. Suddenly, I feel a hot pressure fall on my back and I collapse, smashing my head painfully against one of the steps. On top of me is Swrogue, whom has left jagged lines of bloody slashes down my back. Tursi sinks his teeth and claws into the back of my left thigh, careful not to cause serious harm as I black out from my concussion.
I awaken to where this all began; in my bed. but not completely, for my legs dangle out over the edge, held up by a chair. My hands are hobbled behind my back, and my legs are securely tied together at the hocks. I won't be running away from this one. I look up, seeing the two younger lions up to some fun. Swrogue and Tursi kiss passionately, desire filling their hearts-and other things-with vigor. Tursi nibbles on Swrogues' lip with his pointed teeth, as Swrogue guides his paws blindly down Tursi's body, resting one tentatively on his back, the other rubbing along the length of Tursi's tail. Tursi moans delicately, taking one paw and using it to guide Swrogues' to his tailhole. Swrogue feels along the soft velvety surface and hesitates, but Tursi beckons him with a grunt through their shared kiss. Swrogue snakes one clawed finger softly into Tursi's desiring opening, sliding it around his rim, and swirling it gently within as well.
Tursi replies in kind, taking the tip of his long tail and worked it slowly up through Swrogues' anus. Swrogue purrs as his ass accepted inch after inch of it like a silken-covered cock. Suddenly, Tursi rips it out roughly, pushing Swrogue down on his back. Tursi stalks over with lust in his eyes. He straddles Swrogue between his legs and squats over Swrogues' prick, letting the erect lion member slooowly glide into his male yiffhole. When he is completely seated on Swrogues' rod, he churns his body back and forth on Swrogues' pelvis, letting out pleasure-filled sighs as the lion meat did wonderful things to his delicate insides.
Tursi leaned his torso forward to share a little kiss with his half-maned love, pinching one of Swrogues ears softly between two pawed fingers. Swrogue simply groaned from all this delicious stimulus, as he took both of Tursi's nipples in his hands and began to lightly tease them to hardness, then began to rub them like tiny phalluses, as Tursi roared out and erupted his cum unexpectedly into Swrogues' face. The half-mane lion simply grinned and licked Tursi's seed from his cheeks, missing a viscous drop that had clung to one of his whiskers like a tiny white rain drop. Tursi lurched forward, taking a tentative lick of this one as Swrogue seized Tursi's dick in one hand and squeezed along the urethra, liberating the last drops of cum into his palm so that they could share the unmistakable musky taste of Tursi. Tursi licked some of it off, as Swrogue brought his paw toward his mouth and brought out his tongue to lap at a different saucer of 'cream'.
A couple of minutes later, Swrogue shot his seed into Tursi's demanding bowels like a cannon. Tursi groaned and shook from the sensation, almost falling off before Swrogue could catch him in time. I look on in amazement, completely desiring to be a part of this merriment.
Then Scar comes in, a light brown bruise on his chest where I had likely kicked him in my panic to bolt.
"Well, my allies of the Savannah, our quarry wakes" Scar muses, cringing a little at his equine inflicted shoe-shaped injury, but for the most part, he is too horny to care.
He motions for the other two lions to lift my legs vertically up toward the ceiling. They do so hastily as Scar position's himself eagerly at my back door, sliding his rough feline tongue all over the structure of my outie anus that looks like a mini donut now glazed with Scar's saliva. He slides his tongue in my tailhole, savoring the minute traces of my equine shit as he burrows in further, sliding the organ in for a more direct taste of my stallion flavor. I moan out in ecstasy as scar tenderly takes to rimming me, bringing his tongue briefly to lick the salt from my stallion sack, before returning to my turgid needy hole.
He then slides one claw inside, twirling it around the rim, stretching me out slowly, gently, sensually. I blush immediately in embarrassment from this lewdness being carried out on my defenseless 'little' rosebud. Unexpectedly, it stops, rapidly followed by Scar creeping his lion meat into my carnal, waiting gateway of desire. It feels strange. I am a big stallion, so I should barely register a cock inside me the size of Scars', but I know why I feel him so tenderly, so intensely inside me; I've never been fucked like this before. My ass is as virgin as a booze-less exotic drink. And to feel him like this, so intimately, makes me wonder if I only want to fuck Caliber The Black Dragon, or if I want a little more from my scaly lover. Scar rubs my stallion shaft, taking the glans close to his lips to suck on. However, he only sucks on half of my cockhead at a time because it is not possible for him to take the whole mass of it into his mouth, and if he tried it anyway, my cockhead would eventually expand and dislocate his jaw. This would be the safer method, though I was sorely wanting for more.
Rapidly, and unexpectedly, Tursi and Swrogue lean forward from their respective positions on either side and begin to lick along the length of my hot desiring two and a half feet of draft horse cock.
I am a big guy, so for Scar to take my muscular melon sized asscheeks in his paws is quite the challenge. He scratches along my ass continuously with his claws, leaving his colleagues to work on my cock themselves. He digs in painfully at one time, attaching himself to me as he rams his lion meat into me ever more hastily, feeling his climax build with each reckless thrust of his honeyed loins. Then he launches his cum deep into me, and I am surprised not only to feel it, but to get a mindfuck out of the fact that he feels like he sprayed a firehose into my unyielding equine depths! He elicits a loud purr as a bone-shattering orgasm washes over him like a wildfire of passion. Scar recovers on a chair nearby.
I close my eyes and squeal in indubitable horsie bliss as my penis takes a sensual onslaught of tongue strokes from two still very horny predators. Someone slaps my ass hard in a playful way. I look over to see Scar in front of my sphincter again, holding some plastic bag. Scar crouches down to where his face is level with my horsie hole as he slides the bag over his right arm and I realize that it isn't a bag, it's a calving glove! The senior lion gets it onto his paw and sticks his plastic-covered paw against my anus, shoving slowly in, winding his arm into my warm depths. He churns the apple-shaped feces to the sides as he reaches in further, making me suddenly think of a joke someone once told me. They said that if anyone would say the smart-ass phrase, 'no shit, sherlock', that I should reply by saying, 'keep digging watson', not that Scar himself needed any encouragement, as this was an idea of his own making! Though the act itself did leave me curious.
"How did you come up with this?" I asked scar, in regards to his unusual technique for 'horse fisting'.
"Huh?', Scar grunted out between heavy sledgehammer thrusts, 'I guess I got the idea from how furs inseminate non-fur mares." he returned with a tired groan, slamming his arm in all the way to the shoulder and holding it there.
He then proceeded to play with my insides by moving his fist and roving his elbow gently against my rectal lining. OH GOD! Did I enjoy that! My body was afire because of what feelings Scar divulged in me so suddenly and unexpectedly with his rough touch yet careful attention to my internal details, as he milked and agitated me from within.
Quickly, I find my orgasm build from all this stimulation of the horny trio of lions. Tursi locks his lips over my peeslit, swallowing gush after gush of my seed wildly spraying from my glans. Scar hastily removes his fist, which is now colored green from horseshit, and replaces it with his penis, moaning as he feels the orgasmic power of my rectum clamping gently onto his dick, creating a temporary vice-like vacuum that left Scar momentarily locked inside me. He moans from the pressure, his eyes go rheumy with tears of pleasure as he rips off the glove with the shit now harmlessly on the inside, tossing it aside, and wildly spanks my buttocks in an underhanded fashion. He screams out lustfully, proclaiming,
"Ride that horsie!" Before uttering a long laugh of delight.
He looks at my face with an appraising grin. "Do you look forward to our next hunt?" Scar mused wryly. I gave an excited whinny.
"Hell no! If this is what I have to look forward to, I'm not running next time!" I declare delightedly.
Scar and the other lions return my comment with mirthful snickers of their own.
"Well, I guess you can join us when we stalk that horsie roommate of yours!" Scar exclaimed, giving another playful swat on my now scarlet colored equine rump.
My eyes were wide in exhilaration.
"I wouldn't miss that for the end of the yiffy fucking world!" I yelled.
Scar grinned.
"So, it seems we have another stalk to carry out 'between the lions', oh and with a big horsie guest. Perhaps we will find you a mare to breed in our next adventure?" Then Scar gave another laugh as I wonder over what he had inferred by that.