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Thomas sipped his whiskey slowly with a purr, his eyes scanning over the crowd. The lion was dressed as he always was when out. While he could wear something a bit more casual around the house, he just couldn't bring himself to be seen without a suit in public. After years of struggling to keep his head above water, now he could afford the finer things in life. Fine booze, fine clothes, and finer partners. His hazel eyes locked onto the pert ass of one of the waitresses. Since this was the Incognito club, all it would take to bed the lioness would be a nice little sum. Just a word, a flirt, and after some money transferred, they'd be in one of the private rooms.

The lioness looked over at him with a smirk and a purr, stepping towards him. He shook his head lightly and sipped his drink. She looked disappointed, but swept away. The last couple visits here, he had solicited her, but tonight he had some other plans. If the night was still early when he was done... The kingly man licked his dark lips and grinned, he might still go after that lovely tail of hers.

Setting his glass down, Thomas straightened his tie and stood up. He slipped through the crowd as easily as his ancestors had gone with the grasses in the wild savannas. The club took up an old building that had been refurbished. Different floors had been set up for different pleasures. Everything from an ordinary bar, to some rather risque things down in the basements. He wasn't interested in things down in those areas, not tonight at least. Maybe another night, if he found someone interesting to bring along with him.

Tonight, his goal was hidden behind a door tucked away under a grand set of stairs. The crowd thinned as he slipped alongside the steps, then vanished when he went through the door. Shutting the door behind him, he looked down the bare hall. The hall was paneled in dark wood and floored in expensive carpets. Moving down the corridor, he passed several doors with a dull, glowing light above them. Occupied. Near the end of the hall, past several fancy end tables with nicknacks. His sheath bulged in anticipation for what was waiting on the other side of the door. The lion purr-growled as he slipped into the dimly lit room and shut the door.

The room wasn't much larger than nice shower stall. A single light hung over a brass sign, asking him to remove his clothing. His purring rose slowly as he obeyed, hanging his garments on hangers that waited. As he worked, his ears swiveled around. The noises from the club were virtually nonexistent, as if he had been teleported to another place. The silence only served to excite the big cat further, his cock rising from its home. Hanging his things up and tucking his clothes away in the tiny alcove provided, he stepped into the next area.

A screen glowed on the wall in front of him. Thomas touched it and was greeted with a keypad. Once he entered his personal number, he was taken to a menu with several choices. His hand inched down to play with his balls as he worked through the menus, picking what he wanted first. The lion flicked from one choice to the next before stopping at species. A feline would be nice, but he could get some kitty practically any time he wished. Canine? No, not interesting enough. He flicked through several pages of selections before one finally caught his eye. Exotic. Now, how could he resist that?

The screen went dark after his final choice, leaving him standing there. How long did he have to wait? Only a couple seconds, or was it several minutes before he heard a soft thumping against one of the other walls. A circle of light flickered through the wall, at roughly waist height. Thomas's heart pounded in his chest as he moved over to the wall. He had to crouch a little to fit his pained erection through the portal. The opening was smooth on the inside, and more than large enough to allow him to press all the way in, his balls resting on the other side of the wall.

"Oh my, Mr. Goldengrass, you are an impressive kitty aren't you?" A soft hand brushed against his cock, making him moan. He huffed, "I've never heard any complaints." His ears twisted around, trying to guess at the species for his partner. Just like how he was here under an assumed name, his partner would remain a mystery. Didn't stop him from trying to guess and fantasize. A musical purr came from the wall as that too-soft hand brushed over his cock again, a tongue following it. "I only hope you can live up to the promise of the flesh."

The tongue and hand only toyed with him for a moment before departing. He strained his ears as his unseen partner moved around. Long before he grew impatient, he felt a pair of lips press against his tip then slide down. Thomas hissed as his partner's twat swallowed his cock as far as she could manage. Closing his eyes, he chuffed as his hips rolled towards the wall. A moan crept in from the other side of the wall followed by her starting to move as well. His claws dug into the wooden wall. In his mind, he began to both fill in blanks, and dream of things. An intriguing scent drifts up from their joining. Avian perhaps. Her muscles rolled against his length as they screwed as best they could. Strong muscles, maybe she worked out, or maybe they were just naturally powerful.

He leaned his head back and let out a groan as she wiggled her hips. He responded by gyrating as best he could, letting those rubbery spines do their job. His lip curled up in a snarl when she chirped and clenched. Was she bent over, or pressing her front against the wall? He wasn't experienced enough to begin to guess. His mind painted out scenes of her in both poses. Maybe he could see about hiring her for a private party later so he could put her through the paces.

Thomas began to chuff louder as his hips slapped against the wall. His primal urges over road the dull sense of pain that came from slapping that barrier. The only thing he was wary of was smashing his balls against the hole by pulling back too far. His mind raced, darting through all kinds of birds. One moment, she was a proud eagle, and the next a tight little finch. Canary, raven, bluejay, parrot, ostrich, so many choices!

"Oh fuck!" he snarled as he pressed tight against the wall. His balls jumped as his barbs deployed and stroked against her walls. On the other side of the wall, his partner warbled softly, pressing back against him. Thomas held tight to the wall as his head swam, holding to it as if it were his only support in the world.

When he caught his breath, the lion leaned back and looked down. He watched as his cock pulled out of the soft lips, catching a glimpse of brown and rusty red feathers. A coo came through the hole as he fell out, some of his seed dripping out of her body. She held herself against the hole for a moment after he departed before pulling away. "You didn't disappoint, Kitty." Thomas sagged against the other wall and chuckled softly; "Perhaps next time we can arrange a meeting without the barrier." His partner hesitated for a moment, "Perhaps." Angling his head to the side, the lion purred; "You know my name, at least the one I go by here. What should I call you?" She chirped, "You can call me Ruby Skies, that's enough for now." Something tapped against the wall and her voice grew confident once more. "If you can find me, hunter-kitty, then we shall see about another liaison." The light in her room clicked off, leaving him in near darkness. Thomas ran a finger along his cock and lifted it to sniff at the drying mess on his length. A challenge then? How delightful.