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Damp air hung heavy in everyone's fur. The streets were crowded with people at this late night and the bars were

flooding out into the ashfault. The ladies were squawking and the men were taking their prizes home for the night.

A young lion stepped out into the dim lights and started his journey home. His mind was clear and his footsteps

echoed off of the brick walls when he turned into an alley to enjoy a smoke. The weathered t-shirt that draped his

shoulders was tattered and soaked in the humidity that was once in the bar he performed.

His performance had just wrapped up. His blood was pumping and his heart was trying to come down from the high of

having every eye, every ear, and every body hanging on your every word. His voice roared through the small dungeon

of a venue and now silence was all his ears could register. The lion valued this post-orgasmic silence and always

took a moment to fully enjoy the sensation. However, tonight would be different.

Footsteps could be heard clicking his way; heels. Something small. A round face with a confident grin rounded the

corner wall and strutted its way towards him. A small mouse with no fear, or lots of booze in her, was drawing

closer and closer. Her skirt was short and her hips were wide. Something about her seemed...off. Different. The way

her tang-top loosely clung to her frame. Her short hair. Her flat chest. This wasn't the singer's type, but

something about her fixated his gaze and clouded his mind as she approached.

No introductions were made. Her hand layed flat on his chest and she giggled softly to herself, falling forward

onto the larger male's frame. A moan escaped her lips as she grinded her hips against his legs. Maybe it was the

thick denim, but his senses were telling something was amiss here. Different. The mouse looked up into his eyes and

smiled, paws dropping down to his jeans and playing with his studded belt buckle. The lion didn't protest.

The jeans popped open and his swelling shaft sprung out. It twitched forward in the hot, damp air. The long night

did nothing to discourage it from growing larger by the second. Despite being 2:52AM, the lion felt more awake now

than he did on stage. The girl gripped it in her hands and kissed his chest before dropping to her knees. Her hands

were so soft, yet the gripe. Firm. Confident. Masculine. Different. Those eyes looked back up and drew his thoughts

away from his feline curiosity and back to his growing arousal.

A soft blanket of warmth enveloped his shaft and a growl rumbled in his throat. His fist came down on the wall

behind him and his hips thrust forward into the eager maw. A talented and skillful tongue circled the head of his

shaft and too his thrust in stride. The mouse worked the full length into her throat and relaxed, her neck bulging

with each pulse of the cock buried deep in it. The lion stared down at his eager stalker and smiled at her handy

work. He was rock hard in minutes and growing impatient, wanting more. The mouse savored the taste but pulled off

as her captive cock became too stiff.

She looked up with her round eyes and smiled at the big cat before turning around and lifting her skirt up,

dropping her panties to expose her tight pucker and plump rump. The lion could of swore he saw something below that

smile. A bulge. Something...different. He didn't care at this point. Pre was dripping from his enraged prick and he

stepped forward, accepting the invitation. He didn't care anymore about his suspicions. Only about the prize

infront of him. The round ass easily fit a cheek in each of his palms. He spread them wide and grinded his member

up and down the crevasse of the booty. A growl escaped his lips and he lined up his next jab at his reward.

The mouse moaned and pushed back before the lion could react. The full length slid in with practiced ease, but the

pressure and gripe was astounding. He roared softly and leaned down to bit the mouse's neck, grinding his hips to

get as flush as possible with the sweet heat that wrapped around him. He dragged his length out slowly, the ass

hungrily milking his flesh for what the mouse desired most.

The pace slowly grew. Inch after inch sunk slowly into the rump before sliding right back out. Pre lubricating the

friction away to be replaced with a smooth gliding pressure. The long, hard strokes of his shaft between the buns

echoed into the night. Minutes passed by with no interruptions to speak of. The mouse was too engrosed with being

taking by the alpha male. The lion's judgment fully clouded and instincts taking over. He bit down and made the

mouse yell out into the hot night as he dumped his load into the depraved depths of the musky mouse.

Musky? His mind still fuzzy from the afterglow, his hands finaly regaining their sense of touch. His paws roamed

over the frame of his stalker. Her chest was...flat. Different. The mouse pulled loose and scooted her panties up.

Not a drop of cum fell out then, but the wall...it was stained stained with the streaks of cum. The lion came too

his senses and the mouse was already half way down the alley. Those big, deep eyes smiled back at him with a wink

and before he knew it, the mouse was gone. HE was gone.