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The Little Toy

"Ugh, what did I do last night?"

The lion awoke lying on his bed in just his boxers and his socks with the sun blaring through his apartment's windows.

"Damn it! I had way too much to drink. Why did I even go out last night?" He pondered as he sat up and placed his socked paws on the cold wooden floor.

"I must have done some running," he realized after he noticed that his socks and paws were moist, and they emanated the powerful odor of his sweat.

Then he noticed there was something inside his right sock, pinned against the middle of his paw and the floor.

"Hmm...how did I get a rock in my soc-what!"

Whatever was in his sock was moving. He put his right leg on top of his left at the ankle, and then carefully removed the sweaty sock. He peered inside with curious eyes, but there was nothing there.

"It must be stuck to my paw," he thought as he dropped the sock beside him on the bed and bent his paw at the ankle to get a look at his sweaty sole. There was a little grey tiger seemingly glued to his paw by his sweat and the pressure he applied when he put his foot on the floor. The tiny tiger looked up at him with an expression of both terror, and pleasure at his current predicament. Terror won as the lion's muzzle broke out into a malicious grin.

"Now I remember. I went out to get a new little toy." The lion placed his sweaty right paw, with the tiny passenger still stuck to it, back on the floor.

"You can help keep my paw warm for now, but what to do with you next little toy?" The lion's balls and sheath had apparently been exposed at least for as long he was passed out on his bed, thanks to his button-less boxers. His large, fleshy red barbed penis was beginning to emerge from its home as he considered all the fun he could have with this toy before disposing of it.

"Perhaps you can help it along," he said staring down at his paw as he felt the little tiger start to struggle against the sweaty, furry mass. He started applying more and more pressure relishing feeling his prey panic, before finally lifting his right paw off the floor and again crossing that leg over his left so he could view his plaything.

"First, bath time little toy." He pulled the tiny tiger off the golden, slightly dirty and very sweaty fur of his paw with the index finger and thumb of his left hand and rolled it into his palm. He grinned down at the tiger as it gasped for breath and returned his gaze with one of...contentment?

"What happened to the little one's fear?" He mused aloud. Then he realized the tiger's own member was sticking proudly out, but starting to recede, and the remains of a load were faintly visible as moist white smudges on its dark grey and pitch black striped chest fur.

"Enjoyed that did we? I think I'll have you return the favor little toy, but first let's see how you like this." The lion brought his hand up to his muzzle, open wide, and breathed moist, hot air onto the tiger for a moment as he licked his muzzle in excitement, then laid back on his bed before raising his hand and tilting it at the same time. The tiger took a long, terrifying plunge past his yellow fangs and into his mouth. He snapped his jaws shut and let his tongue explore the new plaything.

"Mmm... Not bad little toy, I may have to keep you for a while." The lion purred with pleasure as his rough tongue played with his prey. He pressed it against the roof of his mouth, and then rubbed its back, before using the tip to probe below its tail. He felt it start attempting to hump the roof of his mouth, moaning with pleasure and exhaustion from the moist heat of the lion's maw.

"You like this don't you little toy? Let's see about that tiny cock of yours." The lion lowered his tongue and used it to roll the tiger around until it was on its stomach atop his tongue, then he pinned it against the roof of his mouth again. He rubbed the tiger's front all over for a bit, before focused his probing tongue on the tiny tiger member. The captive moaned even louder within his maw, and quickly blew his little load. The lion allowed the tiger's issue to drain to the back of his mouth along with some excess saliva, and then he gulped as his tongue held the tiger itself firmly in place. After working the tasty tiger with his tongue a bit longer, he opened his maw and picked it up with the index finger and thumb of his hand, examining the exhausted puny toy before dropping it onto his balls. He curled his upper chest and head to gaze at his captive, propping himself up with his arms while keeping his lower abdomen and thighs flat on the bed. The tiger stared awestruck at the lion's massive, barbed tower of a penis; now fully erect.

"Time to return the favor, my little toy. Start climbing; or I'll have to put you somewhere less...airy to help me take care of this." Terror at what the lion might do replaced the amazement in the tiger's eyes, and it approached the massive, fleshy red tower before it.

The lion began to purr deeply and moan a little as the tiger began to climb. "Faster. Or I'll be ready to blow before you even get halfway to the top, and then I'll have to use my hand to finish this. And guess who will be helping my hand do that? Or would my little toy like to be a stain on my magnificent member?"

The tiger shook with fear for a moment, and then started climbing faster. The mad scramble of its paws fed the lion's pleasure immensely. Soon he could feel the climax coming on. But the tiger was only a little over halfway up. The lion smirked down at it even as he moaned deeply and fought to hold off the climax a moment longer.

"Still too hnngh...slow." The tiger screamed as the lion's huge middle and index fingers bore down on it as he prepared to clench his left hand around his member. The scream only fueled the his pleasure. The tipping point was breached, and the lion felt his balls and penis start to convulse. He viciously clutched his member with his hand, silencing the tiger's hysterical screaming, and his cum came exploding out in several huge waves of convulsions as he roared with pleasure. Eventually, the orgasm slowed and stopped, and the lion collapsed back with a contented sigh; feeling his warm issue covering his chest.

"Ahh. There's no better way to start the day," he thought as he lifted his left hand to inspect the bloody smudge surely left by his little toy. It was covered in his issue, but there was no blood to be found. He felt some faint struggles on his slowly receding member.

"You survived little toy? Perhaps I really will have to keep you. Let's see how broken you are." The lion felt the underside his cock with his left hand for the little grey furball. He found it, and then used his index, middle, and ring fingers to carefully pry it off his cum coated member. He sat up again, then stood up as he rolled the tiger into his palm and brought it up to his face for a closer look.

"Oh my," he said as the tiger tried to muster the strength to stand up. It planted its right foot and used its left hand to help it rise, then cried out in pain as it tried to put weight on its left leg before collapsing, only to scream louder as it tried to catch itself with its right arm as well as its left.

"A broken arm and leg I think. I probably broke some ribs too. Let's check." The tiger stared up in horror at the lion's expression of careless amusement as the his right index finger rose into sight, then prodded its chest, eliciting another scream.

"Of course. Well, I'm afraid you're too broken to serve me for much longer little toy. Now, should I crush you or..." The lion's stomach grumbled, and the malicious smile returned. "Have you for breakfast." The lion grinned hungrily at the thought. And felt his loins already getting excited again as he saw the tiger go rigid with fear. His stomach grumbled again, with more insistence.

"Well that settles it. The little toy is even marinated already." The lion licked his muzzle in anticipation, and then opened his jaws wide with a ferocious grin. "Enjoy my stomach. Be grateful I didn't decide to keep you in my shoe until I'm ready for some more fun first." The lion began to tilt his head back and lift his left hand while his cum-marinated meal screamed louder than ever.

"I think I'll slurp you up for one last bit of" WHAMM! Someone slammed into the lion, knocking him over and sending the tiny tiger flying. The tiger continued screaming, certain that death would be instant when he inevitably hit the wall or floor. He closed his eyes; now at least free of that terrible lion; but instead of a cold, hard, unforgiving surface; he felt something soft, furry, and warm catch him.

"A hand? Someone caught me!" He realized as he opened his eyes to see the hand closing up around him quickly yet gently before he felt a jarring impact that, while muffled by whoever caught him, still elicited a cry of pain as his broken bones and bruises flared in protest.

But he was still alive. The tiger sighed in relief at cheating death, but then grimaced in pain as he felt his rescuer sit up carefully, and then gently open the hand holding him.

It was another male lion, but this one had a kinder face, its brown eyes looking at him with soft gaze of concern. He focused on these as this new lion smiled gently. "I've got you. You're safe now; try to lay still and we'll have you back to normal size and in an ambulance in no time." The tiger smiled back gratefully as consciousness slipped away.