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I actually like spicing up some of the old-fashioned Grimm fairy tales. If you haven't noticed yet, I've written a homoerotic version of "Little Red Riding Hood". If you like the idea, you should probably check that out (It's definitely not a waste of your time). So without further ado, I present you a funkier version of "The Little Glass Slipper" (or "Cinderella"). Have a nice paw off session and enjoy! Please don't forget to comment, vote and favourite. Your support is very much appreciated.

Love,

Doug

P.S. To avoid confusion, I want to inform you that the prologue and the epilogue are written in 3rd person perspective while the main body is in 1st person.

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Prologue

Petit_Souris: "Being a rat is tough. Being a 17 year-old rat in secondary school is tougher. Being a 17 year-old rat in a new secondary school in a new country is a nightmare!"

RiverOtter96: "You said that to me already the first day we met each other. You remember?"

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RiverOtter96: "Of course, back then I couldn't understand your French! You thought moving to England was terrible, but you got used to it, didn't you? And besides, you'll only be there for three months. "En plus," it's only your second day there, remember? You'll have plenty of time to adjust!"

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Petit_Souris: "I don't know, man..."

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RiverOtter96: "Is Quebec that bad?"

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Petit_Souris: "The weather isn't better than London. Mind you, it's not worse either. The people seem alright, but I don't know if I'll make any new friends here..."

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RiverOtter96: "But in Quebec, don't they speak French? So it must be easier for you to make new friends in your mother tongue, no?"

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Petit_Souris: "Yeah, but I got enrolled into an English-speaking school in an English-speaking community in Greater Montreal, so most of the furs I know speak English."

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Petit_Souris: "I got to go now! The family I'm staying with are taking me to the mall. Bye!"

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RiverOtter96: "Bye Paul!"

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Getting out of the red family car was Paul, a white-furred rat with thin whiskers and a pair of white-rimmed glasses resting on his muzzle. His hair was always just a tad longer and messier than the rest of his fur which left his paws, ears and tail bare. He wasn't heavily built, nor was he a bag of bones. Wearing a pair of dark-blue jeans and a grey T-shirt, Paul looked around the parking lot. The wind brought along the cool breezes as the sun shone without disturbance from the surrounding puffy, white clouds. Paul sighed, knowing that summer would soon end.

A family of black cats emerged from the vehicle as well. Mrs. Wilson, who was always carrying or feeding her one year-old daughter Mary, picked up the kitten from the baby seat before stepping out of the car. She wore a light, long summer dress, which fluttered with the wind in radiant colours. Her lush, black hair swayed under the large straw hat, which she kept hold of with one paw while the other supported Mary. The kitten meowed happily and played with her mother's silver necklace, which dangled in front of her breasts.

Pamela, the first daughter of Mrs. Wilson soon followed suit. She was already attending university but gladly took some time out of her busy schedule to show Paul around Quebec.

"Nice weather, eh?" Pam smiled at the rat, adjusting her sunglasses on her small and elegant muzzle. Contrary to her mother, Pam was a tomboy. Her hair was cut short, nearing the length of Paul's haircut.

"Come on, now! We've planned something nice for you, Paul!" Mrs. Wilson announced with a voice so joyful, it brought Mary into giggling and nuzzling her face into her mother's bosom. Pam patted the boy's back before following her mother.

"Hope you like surprises, kiddo!" she chuckled as Paul walked beside her. He looked up at the tall figure. "It depends on the surprise!" the rat said while smiling at Pam. His answer made her grin and shuffle his hair.

Soon, they entered the local shopping centre which filled Paul's nose with all different kind of smells and made his whiskers twitch. Furs all around were chit-chatting and holding their shopping bags. Looking around the grand mall, Paul was impressed by the marble floors and pillars. Sunlight fell from the glass roof into the building, illuminating the interior with its golden rays. The large water fountain made Paul's round and pink ears flicker as he admired the grandeur that was this mall.

"So much better than Tesco!" the rat thought to himself, as suddenly, a handsome young lion came into his sight. He wore light brown shorts and a light blue t-shirt. His mane wasn't as defined as an adult lion's, but his darker-patched hair was nicely styled. His fur was shimmering under the sunlight as he leaned against the wooden railing of the glass lift. The lion contently licked his ice cream and shuffled through his iPod. Paul could feel his blush crimsoning the skin underneath his white fur as he eyed the big cat.

"He's the current stud in the high school you're going to attend next week!" Pam whispered into his ear and nudged Paul with her elbow.

"Oh I see! Someone fancies someone, huh?" he said, before blowing a raspberry to his friend.

"Oh, cheeky!" Pam laughed, taking off her leather jacket as they entered a very fancy-looking clothing shop.

"Now, Paul, I know it's hard to fit in any school, especially you're new and from a different country!" Mrs. Wilson said as she stood with us near the entrance. "So to introduce to you some furs, we will be going to a dinner party on Saturday. Some students from the high school will be there, so you have plenty of opportunities to make friends!"

"Surprise!" Pam exclaimed as she shoved her paws into the pockets of her tight denim.

"And it gives Pamela a chance to try out some nice dresses for once!" Mrs. Wilson smiled at her eldest daughter while tickling Mary's tummy.

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Petit_Souris: "Apparently, I'm going to some cocktail party next week!"

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RiverOtter96: "Sounds exciting!"

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Petit_Souris: "Yeah, I get to introduce myself to the other students before Monday! Mrs. Wilson chose a nice suit for me to wear."

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RiverOtter96: "Woah! A suit? Are you going to a ball or what? It sounds to me like you ended up in the rich part of Quebec, huh? Lol!"

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Petit_Souris: "Everyone is really nice to me though, mind you! Not snobbish at all! Not like those twats in Inner London!"

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Petit_Souris: "I've got a nice tux with leather shoes as well, if you were wondering!"

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RiverOtter96: "I was about to ask, I swear! Silly rat... So you think you'll be able to wear your ring? Doesn't sound like as if those two things would go well together..."

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Petit_Souris: "I don't think so. The glass ring looks horrible with my suit!"

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RiverOtter96: "Listen to yourself, mister fancy pants!"

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RiverOtter96: "Well, I've got to go now! Ttyl!"

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Petit_Souris: "Bye-bye."

End of prologue

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A week later

"Pamela! You look gorgeous!" I could hear Mrs. Wilson exclaim from the kitchen as I sat in the living room with my laptop. I shifted my head from my screen and saw Pam and her mother, who was carrying little Mary, strut into the room. "What do you think, ratty?" Pam asked with a smile before she swirled around, making her silk dress flutter outwards. Her dark-blue high heels were tapping the wooden floor while her mother gazed at her eldest daughter with pride. Pamela stopped spinning around before I told her that she looked great in a dress which also complimented her short hair.

The black cat chuckled and came to the couch to sit next to me. "You know, ratty?" she said, checking if her earrings were put in properly. "Even in a dress and heels, I bet I can still beat you in Battlefield 3!" I laughed and placed my laptop on the ground before picking up the PlayStation controllers. "Highest kill streak in 20 minutes wins!" "Deal!" she said as we shook paws and began playing for a while. "I'll make Mary her din-din and a pie for the Bourbon's. After she eats, we'll depart, okay?" Mrs. Wilson announced, while her kitten played with her mother's long, black hair. "Sure Mom!" Pamela said as she focused on the television screen. "Oh by the way, Paul, a package arrived today! It's for you from England! I put it on your bed. Said it was from some friend of yours," and with that, Mrs. Wilson and Mary left the living room. "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson!" I exclaimed, before taking a bullet through the head.

After our game, I decided to get into my new suit. Of course, Pam boasted about her victory to her baby sister, who didn't understand a word and just giggled at the bigger feline. Mrs. Wilson was busy baking some pastry for the party while her daughters just sat there in the kitchen, watching her cook.

In my room, which was the guest room, I changed from a normal teenage rat to a handsome, well-dressed one (if I may say so myself). I looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled. The window behind me showed a clear blue sky while I stood there in the middle of the well-lit room. I've never actually felt like someone important. Never in my life time would I have dreamt about being a suit and invited to a fancy dinner party. I took my tail into my paws, brought it close to my rodent teeth and nibbled on it to calm myself down. Flickering my ears and whiskers, I decided to show my big change to everyone.

With a big smile on my face and my white glasses resting on my muzzle, I walked down the carpeted staircase and into the large, family kitchen. Through the glass doors, I could already see everyone's reaction. Mrs Wilson just gasped and smiled at me before she took me in her arms. "Oh! What a smart-looking young man you are!" she said with a smooth tone in her voice. "Very chiqué!" Pamela gave me an OK sign as she fed Mary, who giggled at the sight of me and clapped her paws. "Would you mind feeding Mary for a bit? I need to wash my face before we go!" Pam said and handed me a little plastic spoon. "Alright!" I smiled and sat next to the little kitten who I slowly fed her dinner by pretending the spoon was an airplane.

But, just as Mrs. Wilson took the pie out of the oven and walked towards the table where Mary and I were sitting, the kitten grabbed hold onto her mother's apron, causing Mrs. Wilson to drop the pie into my head. It was still quite warm and the strawberry filling smeared into my fur and into the fabric of my white shirt and black jacket. Some landed on the floor and on Mary's nose, but I took the full hit. Mrs. Wilson screamed as the metal pie plate crashed onto my lap, oozing out red jam all over my new trousers. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry, dear!" she exclaimed and quickly took a towel to dab the filling from my suit in vain. My head was covered in jam and pieces of strawberry, which made Mary giggle and lick some of the pie filling off of her nose. "It was an accident! No need to be sorry..." I sighed, taking the half empty plate and placing it onto the glass table.

I heard Pam walking back from the ground floor bathroom to the kitchen. "What happened?" she asked in astonishment as I took off my jacket, revealing spots and stains of red on my shirt. "Pie, strawberry pie happened..." I said with a hint of sadness in my voice. "Come! We'll get you out of these clothes and see if there's anything else you can wear to the party!" Pamela said calmly while smiling at me and Mrs. Wilson. "I'm so sorry, Paul!" "It's no-one's fault, mom!" Pam just smiled and took me upstairs.

To be honest, yes, I did have some tears when I saw myself in the mirror. My hair was pink, which, according to older cat, suited me. I couldn't help but smile at her remark as I took off my sticky shirt. Pam was looking through some of her ex-boyfriend's clothes until she found an outfit for me to wear instead. It didn't look as nice, and it was two sizes too big for me; but I couldn't have made an impression by wearing a hoodie and jeans.

"Mom, Mary and I; we'll be already heading to the Bourbon's now. They live just across the street," she said and pointed out of my window and shuffled through my pink, sticky hair. I saw a mansion with a large drive-in, a front garden covered with flowers and sculptured bushes, and a fountain. The windows were larger than any door I knew of. The façade was beautifully covered in ivy leaves while the roof had a deep, red colour to it. "We shouldn't be late! My mom takes punctuality quite seriously!" The black cat smiled at me, poked my nose and walked towards the door. "Now, take a shower and we'll meet you there, alright ratty?" "Okay..." I mumbled.

Even after taking a long, warm shower, the faint pink colour did not fade away. The sky was now fading into a purple colour as the clouds were painted orange. As I dried myself with a towel, I sat on my bed to discover the package Mrs. Wilson talked about earlier on. Curiosity had the upper hand at that time, so I proceeded to open my mail. Inside of the box, I saw a letter which was written by my friend from the U.K.

It said:

"Dear Paul,

Since you've told me that the black-tie, which your lovely exchange parent bought you, doesn't suit your favourite glass ring, I thought it'd be nice to lend you mine. I know what you are thinking right now; "Why should I have two suits?" Well my response to that is; "It's always good to have a back-up plan!"

Hope this package didn't come too late!

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Best regards,

Your fairy god-otter.

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P.S. Put on your contact lenses! You'll look fabulous!"

My heart literally skipped a beat after finishing the letter. I looked deeper inside the box and saw an amazing, all-white tuxedo. Additionally, I found a red bow-tie, a white waistcoat, and a pair of black and white trimmed shoes. Quickly, I grabbed my outfit and put them on before checking myself out in the mirror.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped at the transformed rat. The pink haired, dark-brown eyed rodent gazed back at me with his open, white jacket showing his shirt and waistcoat. The stranger in the mirror had his paws in his white trousers while tapping his right hind-paw and swaying his furless tail like a prince.

Before strutting out, I took my friend's advice and wore my contact lenses. Good-bye nerdy, awkward Paul and hello smoking hot stud. I looked like a different fur without those pair of glasses on top of my rodent muzzle. One last thing was to take out my precious glass ring from underneath my pillow. It looked like any other ordinary ring, except, as the name suggests, it is made out of glass. Inside the jewellery was my grandmother's surname carved onto it: "Doré".

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Adjusting my red bow tie, I walked up the drive-in where a dozen cars were parked. The sky was getting darker by the minute. I could already hear some smooth jazz music playing inside whilst walking up the small stairway to the large, wooden front door. An old beagle stood obediently next to the door, waiting for up-coming guests. He wore a typical servant uniform and had a tired look on his face. "Bienvenu chez la Maison de Bourbon." He bid me welcome before opening the heavy door for me. I smiled and thanked him.

The entrance hall was majestically grand! A gold chandelier, covered with diamonds hung from the high ceiling which was carved in a floral design. On each side of the hall was a beautifully made marble staircase, connected by a corridor which supposedly let to the bedrooms. Wandering under the chandelier and in-between the staircase, I saw a portrait of a handsome young lion that looked awfully familiar. I neared that painting before I found myself tugged into large ballroom by the 22 year old black cat. "Wow! Where did you get that smoking hot piece of tux?" Pamela chuckled as she held my arm with one paw whilst the other was occupied by a champagne glass. All around us were well-dress furs; some were parents, others were students. The guests nearly filled the entire ballroom, which made a high school gym seem tiny. I looked up at Pam and just grinned sheepishly.

The atmosphere was festive! A professional band was the entertainment for the night, and it performed up-beat, swing music on a stage at the back of the room. The ballroom was framed by elegant mahogany tables on which guests' pastries and other edible gifts were presented. Servants presented caviar crackers, sushi or pork crackling on silver trays while others walked around with champagne bottles. The tall windows showed a dark purple sky dotted with faint stars and a crescent moon. The floor was carpeted in red fabric which depicted complex floral patterns.

Mrs. Wilson stood in a little group of other feline mothers who all held a little porcelain plate with a slide of strawberry pie. "It's always good to have a back-up plan, Mum says! She bakes two pies in case of accidents!" Pamela whispered quickly before we were noticed by the little group of chit-chatting mothers. "Oh, and this must be the young boy you were talking about!" one exclaimed to Mrs Wilson who merely smiled and patted my back. "Yes! Please, why don't you introduce yourself?" Mrs. Wilson exclaimed in joy before I blinked in confusion. "Paul Doré! I was born in a little village in Southern France. It's a pleasure to meet you all!" I said, before adding the reason why I was staying with the Wilson family. They seem all delighted about my stay and tried to feed me some of their pastries. "As much as we appreciate your treats, I don't think Paul has the appetite for baked goods at the moment!" Pam quickly explained and I just giggled a little. Suddenly, amidst the chattering, a large, male lion in a dark-blue suit tapped with his claw on his champagne glass. The band stopped playing and I was handed a glass of orange juice by a servant who made sure everyone had a beverage for the upcoming toast. The old lion stood on the stage with his bushy mane as he held the microphone, which was used by the singer of the band.

« Bienvenu, mes amis! Je vous remercie pour accepter nos invitations cette année pour fêter le début d'une nouvelle année scolaire chez nous. Mais cette fois-ci est une journée spéciale pour moi et ma jolie femme, car aujourd'hui mon fils deviendra un adulte ! »

Everyone nodded; some even raised their glass a little bit as a younger lion slowly walked up stage to his father. He wore the exact same suit as his dad and held a glass of champagne as well. My eyes widened anew. It was him! The very short but elegantly combed mane had imprinted itself in my memory and was immediately recognised. His sturdy tail swayed with pride as his father grabbed onto his shoulder. His bright blue eyes shimmered as they scanned the ballroom like a predator stalking his prey. There was a small grin as he looked at his dad before continuing the toast.

"Welcome, for those Anglo-phones under us! My father would like to thank you for accepting our invitations to celebrate the beginning of a new school year. This time, however, is a special occasion for my parents as today is my 18th birthday. Now to finish the toast, we would like to inform that all males are welcome to join my father in the lion's cave for some whiskey and a smoke, while my mother will be judging this year's pastry contest and announce the winners at midnight. I will be socialising with my fellow class mates and friends. Additionally, I can see some new faces, to which it will be a delight to be introduced. Have a pleasant evening!" he finished by raising his glass and taking a sip, while all the guests followed the same gesture. I felt his cold, but beautiful eyes burning a hole in me as I finished my drink and handed the empty glass to a servant.

Soon, the band recommenced playing as both father and son dispatched from the stage. I saw a swarm of young furs gathering around the birthday boy. They were mostly girls who chatted him up in their black dresses. I envied them a little. Pamela noticed the unease in my posture and my frown. "You like him?" she quietly snickered and nudged my arm with her elbow again. I blushed deeply, making my cheeks as pink as my hair. "You know, rumours say he might be playing for the other team!" Her last whisper made my ears perk up and filled my eyes with hope. "That's what his older brother told me!" Pamela smiled. "A-are you sure?" my heart raced at the idea of my potential chance of having that lion as my boyfriend. "Well, how about I tell you that, one time, his brother found some magazines under his bed? The kind without any females?" she giggled before nudging me towards the crowd of black suited or dressed students which surrounded the handsome big cat.

"I thank you all for your gifts and presents!" he announced to this class mates. "But my ridiculously well-dressed butler and I, we have to go." He pushed himself towards me and grabbed my shoulder with his large paw. The strong and firm grip was a trademark for predators while I just folded my ears back and squeaked. "So, please, if you would all excuse me, I have some important matter to attend to!" he said and tugged me away from the ballroom effortlessly.

He thanked me for rescuing him from the crowd of kiss-asses. My blush was giving me away. "It's no p-problem..." I stuttered and scratched the back of my head. As I arrived at the entrance hall again, he released his grip from me which I hoped he hadn't. I could smell his expensive cologne as he placed himself in front of me. His French accent was strong in his English while mine nearly disappeared. "You're new here!" the young adult lion remarked as he reached out for a hand shake. "My name is Mathieu Bourbon." Shyly, I felt his rough pads against my rodent paw. I looked up at him and saw a small grin forming at the side of his muzzle.

"I'm Paul Doré!" I replied and broke the handshake. His eyes were as magnificent as his well-formed body. I felt so small compared to him even if we were one year apart. He towered over me as he reached out shuffling through my pink hair. "Nice colour! I spotted you when I was at giving the toast!" he snickered while my ears were still folded back submissively.

From that moment on, I was entirely his. Subconsciously, I nudged my head into his paw which made the larger male chuckle. I felt my cheeks glow and my tail wrap itself around my body. Giving a shy, little smile, I looked up at him.

"Why don't we get to know each other a little better?" he said as his paw slid to the side of my face. His thumb rubbed against my flushed cheek. "O-okay..."

Soon, I found myself tugged up the grand stairs and into his chamber. Despite the fact that his family might have owned half of Quebec, his room closely resembled to my own back in England. His room had a normal desk with a computer, and a king-sized bed with wrinkly pillows and a half-tossed bed sheet. A wardrobe, which was half-open, showed T-shirts, trousers and the occasional underwear stacked in a pile. I had to say, it was a bit messy, while the walls were covered with posters of famous music bands.

"I'm sorry for the disorder." Mathieu apologised after he locked the door which made a little *click* noise. We made our way to his bed before sitting on the soft water mattress. My paws were folded and tugged in between my legs while the lion sat to face my shy self. "You are very cute, Paul!" he smiled and I couldn't help but giggle awkwardly at his remark and take a glance at the large predator. Suddenly, I felt his paws hold the back of my head and pull my muzzle closer to his. My paws landed on his lap to support me from falling entirely. I gently nudged my digits tighter against his muscled legs. My head was lifted upwards and my eyes gazed into his ocean-coloured ones.

"You know," he whispered as our whiskers entangled with each other and our noses were centimetres away from touching, "I'm not turning 18 until midnight so technically, if we act fast, what I'm planning to do wouldn't bring me to jail or turn me into a felon." His warm and slightly alcoholic breath engulfed my face. Shivering a tad, I brought my muzzle closer by leaning a bit more on his lap. My fingers squeezed his leg muscles which flexed at my touch. I closed my eyes and opened my maw as our lips touched each other. Mathieu gave out a low growl and slid his wet tongue into my muzzle. His kiss was just as strong and firm, making me feel dominated and overpowered by this big cat. I loved every single moment of it. My tongue rubbed along his large fangs, tracing along the sharp teeth as I slowly rubbed my paws against his inner thighs.

Meanwhile, my maw was violated by his huge tongue, which explored and touched every inch of it. His large, feline paws slowly rubbed their way down my back and ended at my rear end. By lifting me up a little, he cupped my arse cheeks with ease and kneaded on them as I let out a small, muffled squeak. He grunted and moaned deeply as I had found my way to his bulge which was gently caressed. I felt every curve and contour of his majestic sheath and balls, trying to free them from the confinement that was his trousers.

I wanted him; his body pressed against mine, his cock balls-deep inside of my tail hole and his teeth gently biting down on me.

After some more moments of groping, Mathieu broke the kiss which ended up being quite sloppy towards the end. A string of drool connected our panting muzzles. With a quick lick against my nose, he gestured me to kneel down on the floor in front of him. He leaned back on his paws, which ceased massaging my rump.

Soon, I found myself in between his spread legs. My paws rubbed his thighs, while my head neared his crotch. I could see a little wet patch of pre-cum as his strong and overwhelming musk made me take deep breaths through my nose. I could tell that the air thickened around his groin as I pressed my face against that tight bulge of his. His warmth engulfed my face while I rubbed his scent against my muzzle and cheeks. Drool slowly filled my maw as his purely male aroma escaped through the thin fabric which hindered my eager tongue from lapping on his cock and furry ball sacks.

Suddenly, I grabbed one of his hind-paws and took off his shiny, leather shoe; making him tilt his head and let out a confused grunt. His white, fuzzy sock emitted a thick, male scent which intoxicated me. I brought his hind-paw to my chest and started to massage his paw pads and his feline toes. He chuckled and watched me in the way a master would watch his pet.

Freshly from his shoe, his paw was warm in my grasp as I freed his foot from the fuzzy sock. I noticed that Mathieu had caught my drift as he brought his hind-paw towards my muzzle which I buried in between his toes. Taking in his strong musk, I licked his soft pads and rough fur which sent shivers down my spine. Suckling on each individual toe, I looked up to him with flushed cheeks and saw his toothy grin. After I cleaned his hind-paw, which rubbed off its scent on my tongue, I continued with the other foot. Anew, I started my massage before indulging myself in his strong odour which I actively breathed in most of the time. Soon, his whole room was filled with his smell, making the air a little stuffy.

I jerked as the clean paw pressed against my swollen bulge. He skilfully caressed and teased my erection as my tongue was licking every inch of the other foot. Savouring the sweaty taste, I occasionally squeaked submissively while the buff lion placed his drool-covered foot on top of my muzzle. His toes scratched against my forehead while I worshipped his sole. The larger male, to show his dominance, pushed my head a tad lower while I kissed and licked his foot. Mathieu felt my pre-cum oozing through my trousers as he gently rubbed his large toes against the wet stain.

"Get up!" he growled out, obviously getting a little impatient. I looked up at him as best as I could as my vision was partially blocked by his large hind-paw. "I want to breed you!" the lion demanded before getting up and starting to undress. Mesmerised by his toned and muscled body, I remained kneeling in front of him after he removed his hind-paws from my crotch and face, leaving his musk on my fur.

My muzzle was inches away from his groin which made me drool a little bit. I watched him bare his dirt-yellow fur which covered a rippled torso, before my eyes were filled with awe as Mathieu took off his trousers. His bulge became prominent and I noticed the outline of his low-hanging sac which filled his loose boxer shorts. His swollen sheath was an impressive piece of meat which brought drool to leak from the side of my muzzle.

Emerging from his waistband was a trail of brown pubic fur. It trailed up towards his chest which was covered with thickly-grown chest fur. The sight of Mathieu made me shiver in anticipation. The predator's muscles were each trained thoroughly to perfection. I stood up before my paws started to run through that patch of chest fur, feeling up against his hard pecs, which flexed for me. Mathieu started to unbutton my trousers and shirt. My outfit soon joined the lion's suit and was followed by two pairs of underwear.

After getting ourselves undressed, Mathieu climbed onto his bed and lied there with his legs spread wide-open. The large lion licked his muzzle in anticipation as he invited me with his lustful stare to crawl muzzle-first to his crotch. Slowly, I found myself in between his muscular legs while my nose was inches away from his swelling sheath. As I neared his manhood, his fat and long cock popped out of its furry confinement. At that moment, his potent musk hit my face. I took in his scent, both from his groin and from his feet.

"Worship me, you little cocksucker!" he commanded in a soft but stern tone. My ears were folded back again before I leaned in, burying my muzzle underneath this balls. Taking in a deep breath through my nose, I indulged myself in his odour. Occasionally, I extended my tongue to taste his balls' fur while my paws were rubbing through his rough pubic fur. At that point, I felt this large dick pressed against my forehead and rubbed into the pink hair.

Moaning a little bit, I felt his impatience, so I decided to bring my maw slowly towards his cock by dragging my wet tongue from underneath his low-hanging balls, up his shaft and ending at his tip. Grabbing his long, juicy rod with one paw and caressing his furry ballsack with the other, I began thoroughly lapping his cock head. He gave me an approving growl while bringing his paw to the back of my head where he scratched and ruffled my hair.

Eagerly, I licked and cleaned his tip as I gently stroked his hard shaft. Sometimes, he oozed out pre-cum, which I quickly sucked into my maw and swallowed the slick liquid.

All of a sudden, I felt him push my head down his entire length which made me gag for a bit. "Suck it!" he ordered as the lion grabbed my pink hair and bobbed my head up and down his juicy, fat dick. I tried to rub and wrap my tongue around his throbbing cock as best as I could, but Mathieu began to hump into my maw, making it even more difficult to follow his rhythm. He used me and my muzzle like a toy, not that I was complaining. I pleasured him obediently, cupping his sweaty balls in both of my paws. His second paw came up, cupping the side of my head to help with sliding his slick cock in and out of my maw.

At that moment, he furiously fucked my muzzle after bringing his hind paws underneath my groin and pressing against my rodent cock. His touch brought me to pant and moan around his large dick as I slowly humped into his rough paw pads.

"Oh y-yeah, you like that eh...?" he commented before adding: "Want to be fed, little cocksucker? I hope you're thirsty!" With one final thrust, he buried his cock deep inside my muzzle, making my nose hit his pubic fur. With a loud roar, the lion started emptying the content of his huge balls. Mathieu shot streams of cum into my muzzle and down my throat as I gladly accepted his rich, aroma-filled seed. The intoxicating smell of his pubic fur and the sweet taste of hot lion cum tipped me over the edge. Still having his hind paws pressed against my cock, he chuckled deeply as Mathieu noticed that I shot my load onto his hind paws and mattress. He let my head go so that I could take his semi-hard cock out of my maw. Both bathed in afterglow, he lied there with me in between his legs. I laid my crotch against his hind paws as I started to clean his cock. He gave the occasional grunts and moans as I lapped on his over-sensitive cock and took in his musky odour.

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Epilogue

After Paul and Mathieu had their first encounter, both spent a lot of time together. At first, they went out on dinner dates, or went to see a movie at the local theatre. Sometimes, they would fool around, but most of the time it was just casual sex. They didn't realise what they felt for each other was serious until the day that Paul had to return back to England. Tears were shed, not only from Mathieu, but from the Wilson family as well.

Paul, being overwhelmed with feelings he never felt before, gave the lion his glass ring and promised after they finished university, Paul will fly back to Quebec to visit Mathieu.

After a decade of instant messaging and e-mailing, Paul became a handsome young adult and Mathieu turned out to be a good looking lion. As the rat arrived at the airport, he was welcomed by the Wilson family which was accompanied by Pamela's new boyfriend.

Of course, Mathieu was the first one who greeted Paul with a tight embrace and a passionate kiss. But before the rat could utter a word, Mathieu went down on one knee and held out a ring. Anew, tears were shed.

"Will you marry me?" "Yes!" Paul was overjoyed as the lion took a little glass ring and place it on his fiancé's finger. However to Paul's surprise, the ring now spelt "Doré - Bourbon".

And so they lived happily ever after.

The End.

Written and copyrighted by Douglas Fontaine (C)

Edited by Hammerfist (C)