The Lion with no Mane
The Lion with no Mane
by The Tiger Wolphen
This story contains homosexual incest. If you don't like it, or are not legally allowed to read it, please do not!
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I couldnt believe it! Dad actually wanted to see me dance.
For about the past three years, he had tried to get me to stop taking the exotic dance courses that I was, but mom insisted on them. She said they added flair to your personality. I only liked them because it was a good way of getting the attention of all the girls. I did a few slides, and every girl in eyeshot suddenly turned my way. Needless to say, I wasn't a virgin anymore.
I think that was my moms idea anyway. I was a lion without a mane, and looked fairly silly. I was not at all sexy and constantly teased by my peers. After the classes, I might as well have walked around naked for all the looks I got.
But now dad wanted to see me dance. I'd never danced for any male before, let alone one I was related to. I had no idea where to even begin.
I did for him, what I did for most of my exhibitions. I told him to go into his bedroom and get comfortable. Mom was gone for a few days and I had no other siblings still at home.
I myself dressed up in my usual, tight black leather pants and a T-shirt. I checked to make sure every bit of me was combed down and ready and walked in.
Dad was lying back on the bed, wearing only a very long loincloth. He looked up at me, every bit of him eminating power and sex.
I gulped twice. This really wasn't my style but I had to get used to it.
I walked over to the CD changer and put on some long techno piece. I didn't really know who made it, but all I cared about was that it had a consistent beat and a long time till the next track.
As soon as I heard the first pulse, I instantly went into my "zone". Everything about me was attuned to the music and my body. I could feel every part of me tingle in response to every beat in the music.
A tiny movement from dad's direction brought me back. I flicked the light switch off, leaving only a soft glow in the air from a wall mounted light. I turned away from him, tapping an entire leg noiselessly to the rhythm.
I had to keep reminding myself that dad was just doing this to make sure my lessons were money well spent. He was just like some other girl I was doing a dance for.
The first thing to do was arouse interest. I put my hands on my bottom and started to whirl them sensually in time with the music. My tail flitted about almost at random, but clearly enjoying my own actions.
I gave a low moan as I removed my hands. I took off my shoes and socks and sweeped them slowly off my little stage. I sensed a smile from dad and turned my head slowly away, so he couldn't see my face. I reached up to my neck and gave a quick jingle from the chains on the collar he gave me.
I turned to the side, giving him my profile as I reached down and tugged lightly at my pants. When a little bit of my green tight underwear showed, I stopped, spun around, and did the same on the other side, STILL in perfect rhythm.
I was pretty impressed with myself. My most demanding "customer" and I was working along perfectly. I turned to him, and started reaching up into my T-shirt, moaning as I caressed myself.
I wasn't sure how he'd react to that, because that was something I did for the girls.
He didn't seem to mind. As a matter of fact, it looked like he enjoyed it. I could see the grin on his face spreading even in the dim light. "Good," he muttered.
I couldn't help but smiling myself. I pushed off my pants finally, running my hands of the crest of my hip and giving a naughty look over my back at him as I did so.
I froze, losing my beat for a moment.
He was getting aroused from this! I could see a lump near his crotch under his loincloth.
I shook it off, quickly regaining myself. I turned back and started pulling off my shirt, I had gotten halfway around it when I spun around to see dad getting up. I tried just standing there, my arms tied up in my shirt and my erection very apparent.
He came up to me and gave a quick tug on the chain of my collar. I felt it tighten slightly. I tried to say something but found I couldn't.
He gave me a long kiss on my muzzle. "Wonderful display." One of his arms reached over to further catch my own two arms in my shirt. I could hardly move them behind my back.
He stepped around me and held me close to him. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I could do.
He caressed my chest the same way I had, and I could feel a fire burning in my loins. His touch moved like electricity over my nipples and fur. My cock strained in my remaining clothing as I strained against him.
One of his hands slipped down and caressed the tip of my cock through the fabric. I moaned and leaned in harder.
I heard father's voice distantly. "Son... are you a virgin?"
His voice was calm... soothing... I shook my head, unable to reply vocally as he caressed me.
I felt him pull me tighter. "And your tailhole?"
I nodded... I needed him to caress me more. It felt so good!
"Good... Have you ever done it doggy style?"
I nodded, but it didn't matter. I needed that hand.
"Do you want to get fucked? Doggy style?"
I shook my head. Of course not. I was straight. I just wanted that paw to never stop.
"You're wrong," my father said sternly. "You do want to get fucked. You want to feel my pole ramming up your virgin hole. Otherwise my hand will stop."
I moaned. Despite all my efforts, I could feel the hand slowing. Maybe I was wrong... maybe I should be fucked...
"That's right... all it takes is the feeling of my rod in you and it will be twenty times better than even this hand could do."
I moaned... it was true... I wanted to feel his cock in me... I wanted to be taken like the slut I was...
I nodded.
"What was that? You really want me in you..."
I nodded more fervently. The paw wasn't caressing me yet...
"Tell me! Tell me that you want me!"
i didn't know what I could do. I tried to grip his hips and grind them into mine... I could feel something happening, even though the paw still lingered just on the edge of my cock. I could feel his inner thigh fur brushing up against my hands. His free arm moved my tail out of the way.
His breath grew choppy. "Bend over!"
I leaned as well I could, his weight pushing me down until I collapsed onto my knees. I could feel something thick and wet probing at my tailhole.
I waited only a moment before bliss overtook me. Suddenly, he had started to thrust deep into me while his hand resumed its quick work over my own member. He started to push off my underwear slightly, letting my rock-hard dick hang out as he worked it.
Pre rushed out of both of us, coating the floor and my innards. It was barely a minute before he roared above me and shot ropes of his steaming lust into me. I fell forward, cumming so hard, that I felt my back snap from the seizures.
He eventually pulled out of me, taking the rest of my clothing with me as he went. He tossed me a towel. "Dry yourself off," he ordered. "Don't want your mother to think anything is wrong."
I obeyed soundlessly. As soon as I was done, I started masturbating on the floor. I cummed twice again into the towel before I dressed again, still wearing my collar.