Theo\'s New Girlfriend
Theo's New Girlfriend
Eight of his best men in the hospital. Theo hated five-alarm fires. They took all day to put out, and all night to investigate the cause. And they send brave men to the emergency room, if they were lucky. He counted his and their blessings as he leaned against the elevator wall as it slowly ascended twenty-one floors, stopping at ten and eighteen to let off a few passengers.
The elevator lurched and stopped. Floor twenty-one at last. The door slid the first few inches, the stopped. Only on his floor did it do this. He told the Super about a month ago. And about the cracked window that let in all the storms, also on this floor. As well as the flickering florescent light bulbs in the hallway, the pothole by the stairs, and the puddles of jizz that just so happen to appear beside his door after each visit to the Super's office. If Theo had the money, he'd move, after buying a camera to hide in his doorway to catch the Coon in the act, then post the video on the internet. How long will he keep his job after that?
Theo threw his door open; it ricocheted off the spring thing on the floorboard and slammed shut. He opened the door again, softer this time, then ripped the spring out. He should be able to slam his door if he wants to. He chucked the scrap metal into the hallway and felt slightly relieved to hear the door crash shut after it. Not enough to take his mind off of his men, lying in their hospital beds, off of the hallway and the elevator door, off of the skinny little prick of a Super that didn't do his job, but left messy presents at tenants' doors.
He felt his shirt tear a little as he forced it over his thick brown mane, now matted and spotted with black soot. The hair ran in between his well toned pectoral muscles, stopping right at the center of his chest, above his hard abs. It reached just over the waist of his jeans on his back. The rest of his body could beat the sun when it came to golden yellow--on days that he wasn't battling blazes strong enough to take out an entire city block. Today, it was singed, and smelled of char.
A shower could wait. First, he needed to vent his frustrations.
In the corner of his living room, far enough away from his television, hung his punching bag, nearly as decrepit as the hallway outside. The logo had long since faded away, the only surviving letter being a black "S". Patches and stitches covered half of the blue surface; one in particular, at a level with his hips, made him regret hanging it by the window.
The ceiling above it cracked more and more with each successive use. Theo could care less; he drew back his paw, curled it into a fist, and swung. The blow echoed through the small room. The bag hit the wall behind it and swung back at him. He attacked it again, harder. Thoughts of his men flashed through his mind. Travers and Piskin, blown back by an explosion. Jancovic, a concussion from falling debris. Jordan, Haldin, Rowling, Flint, McClean, all of them in the hospital tonight, their loved ones worried.
That stupid raccoon, jerking off at his door. He'll get his. Theo punched the bag even harder. It slammed against the wall hard enough to shake the floor and knock the remote off of the table behind him. One last punch, and it came crashing down, landing with the largest patch up. That one had earned him some time in the viral video spotlight, some time after his curtain fell from the window. He kicked at the downed bag, ripping a new hole into it with the heel of his boot, again at waist level.
He stood, staring at his bag, breathing hard. He felt a little better; at least he didn't feel the need to go down to the Super's office and earn himself a trophy for his living room wall. That shower sounded nice.
Twenty minutes later, he strolled into his room, fur damp and without the smell of fire. He wore a green robe over his boxers, as to not attract any more unwanted attention from the apartment building across the way. He sat down at his computer and moved the mouse to get the computer off of hibernate.
He checked his e-mail. Two new messages, from Haldin and McClean. They had been discharged from the hospital with a clean bill of health. As glad as he was to see that, it didn't cheer him up any. Still no word about the rest of his crew. He rolled the mouse to hover over the reply button.
A message window popped up, from "princes_Lee." "Hey there"
Theo didn't recognize the name. He closed the window, then hit "reply", like he had wanted to a minute ago. The window popped up again. "Whatcha doin?"
Theo decided to play along for a small back-and-forth. If it'll get her to leave him alone to seethe. "E-mail."
"Ooo! Anything kinky?"
He couldn't help but chuckle at that. There was always something kinky in his mailbox. When that video of him first debuted, he received at least fifty responses from his friends, a few of whom sent the video to him. A few old ones were from past girlfriends, containing pictures of themselves getting mischievous. Mostly, though, he got the usual junk about penis enlargements and free viagra. He told Lee as much.
"I bet u don't need any of that stuff...how big are you?"
Theo thought that this went on long enough. He typed in "Sry...gtg" and moved to shut down his messenger. A picture download popped up before the pointer reached the X.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
He lingered near the X in the corner. The link called to him, begged him to click it. Theo didn't want to have internet sex, but he wanted to see what Lee looked like. The phrase "curiosity killed the cat" scrolled through his mind. Did following the curiosity kill the cat, or the curiosity itself? With a trembling paw, he clicked the link.
A lioness, as golden as himself, looked back at him with sultry brown eyes. Her exposed breasts looked unnaturally large, but all the more tantalizing. She lay on a bed with pink frilled sheets, one leg folded above the other, hiding the real prize. She held her tail in her paw, the bushy brown tip playing at her muzzle.
Another picture link appeared. Since he had gone this far already, he figured he might as well go all the way. He opened it, and felt his crotch tingle. The picture cut her open legs off at the thighs. A finger pulled back the vaginal lips, showing a pink, dripping passage, asking to be had.
"Your turn."
If Theo were a better lion, he'd say that he had to go again, close the program, and go whack off in the bathroom. Being slightly perverted, and wondering what else Lee would do, he searched his pictures for a shot one of his friends had taken when he was drunk a few years back, with him passed out on the couch, pants around his ankles and his legs open nearly as wide as Lee's. His friend, being so kind, had shoved a banana halfway up his ass. He blushed under his fur as he found it and sent it.
"I think I've seen you somewhere before..." Lee typed back.
"Who hasn't? Some jackass across the street caught me on camera."
Lee went silent for a minute. When she responded again, it was a video link. Theo already knew what it was, but he clicked it anyhow.
It started with a donkey saying "Check out that lion in the other building!" The picture whirled around to look out the window, into Theo's apartment. It zoomed in on him, eyes closed and panting, pounding his meat into the large waist-level hole in his punching bag. Two minutes of humping later, he looked to be crying out, then stopped moving his hips. He stood up and pulled out; his dick dripped with his seed. The picture zoomed back out, refocusing on the jackass. His hand was down his pants, working furiously. The shooter, a black stallion, put the camera down and walked into view, pulling off his clothes. The donkey ripped his off with as much speed and bent over, allowing the stallion's twenty-three inch girth all the way in. Theo stopped the video there.
"Yeah...that's me," he typed to Lee. "Can't remember why I did that."
Another video link came in. Theo clicked it.
Lee lay back on the bad, thrusting a purple dildo in and out of her twat. "Oh, Theo!" she moaned. It didn't surprise him that she knew his name; after the video was posted, the same "friend" who shoved the banana in his ass re-posted it, minus the stallion-on-donkey action, under the name "Theo's New Girlfriend."
"Oh, Theo! Harder!" She pulled "Theo" all the way out, leaving less than an inch inside, then pushed it back in with so much force, the real Theo thought she might shove the knot in there and lodge it in. He thought of his own knot, tying him to her. He moved his paw down to his fully exposed erection and stroked. "Oh! Ah! "Yes! Theo, YES!" She lay still for a moment before pulling the dildo out, showing the dripping toy to the camera, before the video faded and stopped.
Theo nearly came himself. He let go of his cock long enough to type "I'm better in person." As he grabbed himself again, he thought of something. "Wanna see it again? Live?"
"Naughty boy, Theo! Go ahead!"
He went back to the living room and dragged the fallen punching bag into his bedroom. He dropped his robe and slid out of his boxers, then grabbed his webcam and microphone. He positioned himself at the new hole, waiting for Lee to accept his live video invite. The window said "Lee has accepted."
He brought the camera, mike under it, down to his throbbing dick, hovering over the hole in the punching bag, a bead of clear per-cum rolling down the tip. He moved the camera to the side as he pushed himself into the bag. Just like last time, the outer edge of the hole squeezed against his shaft as he stretched it. He buried himself to his grapefruit sized knot. He pulled out to show his thing covered in sand, then pounded it back in, making as much noise as possible. He thrust hard and fast, moaning and growling for the mike.
His free paw crept up to his tail hole. He moved the camera around to his rear before plunging his long middle finger into his ass. He timed his presses so that his prostate got hit each time he pulled out of the bag.
Unable to take any more, he freed himself of the bag, pressed inside himself one more time, then soaked himself in seed, camera catching it all. Fifteen bursts of cum drenched his chest, mane, and face. When his orgasm finally subsided, he jabbed his finger against his prostate again, pressing it like it were the faulty call button for the elevator. Less than a minute from his first orgasm, he sprayed again, nowhere near as forceful as the previous blasts, but still reaching his stomach. Then he pressed again; the third release was no more than a stream from his cock.
Finally having enough after three hands-free orgasms in less than two minutes, he struggled into his chair, placing the webcam on the desk in front of him. Cum dripped from his fur onto his lap, splattered in front of the keyboard, all for Lee's viewing pleasure. He disconnected the microphone, leaving the camera, then typed "Enjoy the show?"
"You're a monster! Thanks for having fun with me...ttyl."
He sat for a while after she stopped responding. He had just performed for a complete stranger. For all he knew, in five minutes a sequel for "Theo's New Girlfriend" could be posted online. Whatever. At least he had taken his mind off of his hospitalized men for a little while. He rose from his chair and dripped his way to the bathroom for another shower.
***
Lee, the building's Superintendent, shot his hot load onto the monitor, frozen on the image of Theo, his favorite tenant, in the throes of his first orgasm. Lee had timed it just right, so that the first burst of lion seed hung suspended less than an inch away from his sightly open mouth. None actually had gone in, but the thought of the chance added to Lee's own orgasm.
He copied the lion's actions, pounding his prostate with his middle finger a second time. And then a third. His cum rolled down the monitor. He licked it up, imagining that it belonged to Theo. He'd have to find more videos of this lioness