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For your weekend's crowning moment of awesome, here's something little from me - just an old-fashioned bathtime (bedtime?) story, with an added spice of a hint of something I don't think I've really written before, but I'm sure those inclined to find it will do so, and enjoy it, I hope!

I look forward to hearing from you, and of course, remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

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The sun was just about setting over the fields surrounding the Old Home Farm, the darkness growing but that only made the lights on the windows of the two-storied house overlooking the verdant valley look even more cheerful. It stood there, freshly painted, white and modern, a testament to Dave's determination to keep the farm going, to be the next generation his parents had always wanted him to be, when his siblings had moved away and made their lives elsewhere.

Not Dave. This was his place, and he had literally made it his place, but building his own home on the old lands that had been in the family for so many years. It showed a combination of the modern comforts, manly thinking and some old-fashioned coziness, such as the big stone fireplace in the living room which it co-habited quite amiably with the big screen TV and the game console attached to it, Tim's, perhaps, but Dave had no objections. How could he, the big bull thought as he splashed some water over his torso from the great bathtub in the master bathroom, tiled with black rocky tiles to make it look like some kind of an exotic cave and not like a hospital room had been his mentality in choosing such fittings, and the big bull-sized tub certainly crowned it all.

With the lasagna they had for dinner now digesting in his pleasantly full belly, there really was no place where Dave would rather be. Soaked up to his nipples in hot water, enough that it'd already steamed up the bathroom window and the mirror, every single muscle in his body was relaxing perfectly. He'd gotten up early like they always did, he had worked hard, and now was his special time, which ought to become even more special once Tim finished doing the dishes...it was his turn tonight, since Dave had cooked. He'd taken a thorough shower after they came back from the fields, so this was now only for pleasure and joy.

It always made him quite tired, the bull knew enough, and he was sitting with his muzzle almost resting against his chest by the time he heard the creak of a door, and a golden-furred leonine head appeared on the doorway, giving him a grin before the door opened and the tall, well-muscled lion sauntered in, dressed in his favorite white bathrobe with a towel thrown over his shoulder, casually, his tail swinging about.

"Started out with me haven't ya?" the lion accused in a pleasant rumble that made his bull mate's ears flick, to raise his head and to look at the bulky cat whom had now entered into the steamy grotto of their bathroom.

Dave grinned and made a little splash on the water with his tail, sunken under the surface.

"Not in all senses," he chuckled.

"Well you better make some room there, I'm coming in," Tim replied, "I really feel like a good soaking."

He put his towel and the robe onto a nearby brass hook on the wall, standing there and liberally showing off his thickly furred, thick-maned, richly muscled body for his mate to see, complete with a cheerful grin and a pair of confident eyes that were looking down at the luxuriating bull. A deep rumble rose from his chest while he rolled his wide shoulders back and continued his pre-bath relaxation for a few moments standing on the thick, fluffy carpet that felt really nice under his footpaws.

"Come on," Dave beckoned.

Tim padded over across the sizeable room and gracefully made his waterfall, slipping beneath the surface purring and grinning and generally just enjoying the water closing down on him. His rump made casual contact with the bull's outstretched legs, and he paid back by pushing his own along Dave's hips, almost touching the wall of the tub, but just about missing it, unless he curled his toes. His bulky entry caused some water to spill over the side of the tub when he dropped in, but not too much...the bull had obviously only put in as much water as he knew could stay there, with two big guys having a soak.

Dave welcomed the lion in with a smile and tilted his legs a little so that they could press together, very comfortably, as the purring lion simply took his time to relax and settle himself into the warm. gentle water. He leaned back and let his eyes fall closed, and purred deeply once more.

"That food was lovely, thank you," Tim murmured.

"I put on the cheese I know you like," Dave replied, watching the lion and playing with the water with his hand, making small, playful waves.

"I noticed," Tim licked his lips while maintaining his ultra-relaxed pose on his side of the tub. He used his paws to splash a little over his still mostly dry chest and arms, each in turn, wanting to feel all of himself getting such a treatment.

"Well I sure know you like something creamy with a tang in your maw," Dave grinned, mimicking the lion's gesture over his own thicker lips even though Tim really couldn't see him doing it, it still felt nice to have that big, wet tongue sliding along his sensitive.

The lion dipped his head down a little, to get some eye contact, and kicked Dave's side, under the water. The bull rumbled and chuckled, and returned the gesture over the lion's own fleshy side.

"I haven't heard you complaining either," Tim mused.

"You never will," the bull rumbled huskily.

They traded little nudges under the water for a few moments before the bull decided to act upon it...giving a toothy smirk, he grabbed the lion's footpaw and began to rub it a bit, up and down his ankle and down again, to feel up the thick leathery paws with his strong albeit remarkably gentle hands. Tim responded with an instant purr as he felt his calloused but surprisingly sensitive pads come under such a scrutiny, enough to make his tail swim beneath the water, and cause his toes to curl.

"We'll see who's playing," Dave smirked, as he let go of the lion's ankle and surprise-grabbed the lion's right footpaw as well, to begin lavish a similar treatment upon it, in the hopes of hearing a few more purrs of the kind, as he turned his earlier caress into a double feature.

"Hmmmaahhh..." Tim rumbled, his eyes slipping closed again, "...uhmm...wildbeasts out to catch our lifestock?"

Dave chuckled and kept up his work on the lion's footpaws, his thumbs especially at work to bump against each round, thickly leathery black pad on each toe, even dipping between them to tease the sensitive crevices.

"Ahhmmm...hhmhmhmm..." Tim purred helplessly.

"Kitty's so tense..." Dave teased, "bet he's so tired he can't even run away from the beast...his legs feel like jelly...heh..."

Tim gave his bull a good-natured huff and did nothing to complain even under such verbal teasing...it simply felt so relaxing, and nice, and sensual to be treated to such a massage, especially under the warm water that seeped into his furs and slickened them up.

The bull kept up his rubbing work for a few moments more, feeling how the lion relaxed ever deeper into it, his purrs becoming regular...obviously enjoying himself a lot by now...settling into the routine of rubs and little playful pinching squeezes over his pads...he could feel the tension practically bleeding away...and that's why Dave knew that he was going to have to ramp things up, with another easy, devious plan of his own, as he slid his paw over to the lion's ankle and unceremoniously lifted the lion's right footpaw out of the water. Tim whooped with surprise when he felt his entire body being tugged forward, the bull certainly strong enough to do that, as he felt his butt slide along the bottom of the tub. It felt like losing his balance for a moment, and he did instinctively grab onto the edges of the tub, his eyes widening as he looked at the smirking bull whom held his dripping footpaw now...and he was leaning closer...

"You..."

Dave didn't speak, rather, he brought the paw up to muzzle level and let his tongue to slip out before he started to lick the lion's leathery and fuzzy footpaw, up and down in a rough motion that sent a particular kind of a tickle through his entire body.

"Aahhahaahaahahaha!" Tim writhed, his tail smacking against the sides of the tub and the bull's body as he became subjected to this rare kind of a teasing, the feelings so sensual and strange and ticklish and interesting that he was soon purring and breathing deeply again...the bull taking his time to rub his footpaw with his thick, warm chin, as much as he was using his lips...kissing each toe and pad, and letting his tongue slip between them, in a strange, warm feeling that the lion wasn't sure could be replicated otherwise.

He reacted quickly, he wriggled his toes, and submitted to the feelings...it was definitely having an effect on him, as the heat under his skin grew, not just from the water, but otherwise too, as he slid out of his sheath and into the warm, caressing water, almost as nice as the bull's attention on his innocent paw...

It did give him inspiration for his next move, however, Dave seemed to be busy with what he was doing, and that allowed the lion, in the middle of a pleasure cramp or not, to slip his free foot off from the bull's side, to writhe it across a beefy thigh and then, breathing slow and sensually and listening to the slippery sounds of the bull working over his foot, he planted his footpaw over the bull's substantial package and began to rub his foot up and down over the bull's not so slightly swollen sheath, with just the right amount of pleasure.

"MMMOOOO!"

"P...payback," Tim hissed between his teeth, feeling at a loss of words...the bull had even stopped licking him for the moment as he felt toes curl over his package...

Dave gave him a determined look and sunk the lion's footpaw into the water, only to grab the other one and start a hastened schedule of licking and chewing on the previously untended one, again surprising the lion whose ass made a strangled creaking sound as it rubbed against the side of the tub when he was bull-handled into a position for the footjob to start anew, with extra determination this time. It distract him for a moment and he almost kicked the bull in the balls, but managed to catch his thigh instead, and bring out another moo...well, that wasn't such a miss after all...his toes dug into the firm, supple flesh there while the bull teased him, his hands rubbing up and down over the lion's extended, wet, thickly muscled leg.

Tim was achingly hard by then, and he knew the bull was quickly gaining steam in that part of his body, too...once he recovered his seating, he kept doing further passes over the bull's belly, thighs and his groin. He could feel the thick sausage under his foot on each motion, and tried to curl his toes around it...it was a bit too thick and his toes a bit too clumsy for it, but he did have a lot of fun trying. Dave mooed and moaned against the lion's footpaw in reaction...aching for a grip, a further touch...he was pulsing in the water, his tower of flesh trying to flop against his belly, but he was just about buoyant enough that the water stopped him from...instead, his tip floated somewhere near the surface...and would have broken it if he wasn't just heavy enough to stay submerged...for now.

"Mmmoooaaaan...."...the bull rumbled...really needing something more...and he did as much, by grabbing the lion's footpaw with both paws to immerse it under the water and bring it down on himself. Tim's footpaws colliding with one another, one under the lion's own control, the other Dave was in charge of, as he pressed it against his shaft and sandwiched himself between the lion's toes and his muscled belly. The sensation brought another moo and a moan from Dave whom enjoyed the feeling...and it hardly took long for the lion to smirk and curl his toes...pressing into the sensitive skin poking out of the bull's big sheath. He moved his other paw quickly into position so that he was now effectively grabbing the bull's shaft from both sides with his soles. The water offered just enough of a lift that he could rub his footpaws up and down a little.

There was no way he could take that kind of teasing for long...soon Dave lifted his dripping hands from the water and extended his arms.

"Come here," Dave moaned.

Tim propelled himself up with his paws on either side of the tub and settled onto his knees quickly before he scooted over and mounted the bull's lap, grinning as he put his arms around the bull's neck and his back, sliding along his side to his ass to feel him up...the bull doing something very much similar as he squirmed himself down over the bull's delicious thighs, smirking as they were face to face. Dave met the challenge by jerking his hips forward to initiate some extra nice and wet underwater frotting action between their hips while their muzzles finally met for a long-needed kiss.

It didn't start easy, not with a gentle peck on a cheek, not when they were this aroused, their lips smacked together and Tim tilted his muzzle so that he could really get their muzzles mixing with the kind of sliding tongue action that they both preferred. It was just really icing on the top, the action of leonine barbs rubbing over the bull's eagerly sprouting tower of flesh really setting them on a path to intense pleasures, and with their heavy bodies moving together, the water lapped gently on the sides of the tub and added to the soundtrack of their breathing and their moans.

Tim sunk his muzzle lower down, to lick over the bull's chest and to find his nipples, rubbing the other with his fingers while he mouthed, licked and nibbled on whatever fleshy nub he had under his lips, then going for the next while the bull cradled him in his arms and muzzled the top of his head...moaning and huffing occasionally when the lion's teeth big down, just gently...knowing he had a thing about them, the bull allowed this play, and enjoyed it greatly, even with the distraction of their continuous mutual humping action...it was feeling very good...almost too good in fact, and it could really...really get too much...if they didn't know each other's limits so well...they might have tripped over the way too quickly...yes...the bull's chest puffed out as he tugged on the lion's mane to get his head up...to get their eyes meet...

"Want you to ride it," the bull huffed , deep and unmistakably sexy, while his hands slid down along the lion's back, to his rump "let's get you ready, huh?"

The lion, paws gripping the bull's shoulders, nodded.

"You betcha," he wriggled his rum against the bull's shaft and his coaxing paws.

"Get up and turn around," the bull smacked his lips suggestively.

Tim struggled a little to get to his feet...he'd been in water long enough now that his body had almost forgotten what it was like to stand...typical...his heavy furs were dripping water and hugged his body and made him look kinda silly...but it did have the effect of showing off his farmwork-hardened muscles, which he didn't object to. The bull grinned at the sight of the lion's bobbing erection but didn't do anything about it, no...his hands were on the lion's hips, compelling him to turn around, to get that muscled ass directed the way Dave wanted...yes...there we go, he thought, as he rubbed the lion's back and thighs before he boldly grabbed the heavy, dangling balls and gave them a tug.

"Ahhh..."

Dave kept playing with the lion's balls and enjoyed listening to Tim's purrs, even with his tail flying in the air behind him and colliding with his damn horns.

"Careful with this!" Dave murmured aggressively and grabbed the tail from mid-air, to give it a quick tug that brought Tim to arch his back and push his butt wantonly towards the bull.

"Ahhmm..."

Dave rubbed along the thick, firm muscle of the tail and applied another tug, enough to make the lion mewl... a suitable distraction for him to dip his muzzle under the base of that twitching tail and to make a meal out of the lion's balls, starting by licking and kissing them before he started to pop each dangling orb into his maw in turn. Tim kept on purring, especially when the bull grabbed his butt cheeks and fondled them and pulled them apart a little...another mew escaping when the tongue lapped up along his taint.

"Arhhmmhmhmh...."

Tim was forced to grab his knees and lean over, feeling solid enough on his footpaws that he wasn't going to topple over...the bull did hold him up, too, by his ass now, while he mouthed between the slippery, warm cheeks and moved upwards towards the base of his tail. His big snout dug into the cheeks while he really went into town in the nicely wet and clean cleft, tasting musk and water and lion all in good combination...and it was perfect.

"Aahhhheell..."

"Hhmhmhhphphp!"

Dave had a face full of lionbutt while he kept up the teasing action, grooming his way up towards his target while he enjoying the sounds of purring and other arousing noises coming from the lion. He was rock hard and bobbing in the water and he knew that he would soon have to have the lion properly, take him and breed him and mark him as his mate, for all he was worth....but he could wait for a few moments longer...the fact that playing with the lion's beefy ass was so much fun helped to sate his thirst momentarily. He licked over the sides of the meaty crack, up and down, back to the balls which he tried cramming into his muzzle both at the same time and succeeding...the lion sure moaned at that...his paws kept rubbing the lion's butt at the same time, encouraging and soothing him while he kept the round, muscled rear well in the action, making sure the lion was relaxed and wanting even before his tongue actually did make contact with the bare skin of the pucker under his tail.

They both shivered at the contact, and Dave could hear Tim moan out his name just when eh began to lick like mad...his big tongue really put into good use while he made a few rough circles and rounds over that pliant flesh, even with the little coarse hairs tickling his tongue a little...that made him chortle good-naturedly...hell, the lion was practically humping his ass back to get more of that feeling as he was teased so damn good. His hard tip leaked a constant drip into the tub and he didn't dare to give himself a paw...no, he might fall forward, or worse, come even before he'd get the bull's thick member inside him. His tongue rubbing against his flexing opening was a reminder of just how hung he was...that thick tip even now prying into him, teasing him to let him in soon, with proper slurping motion that varied from a gentle, wet teasing to a firm attack that wasn't unlike someone lapping on an ice cream cone...and this bull was pro with ice cream, like the lion knew, from the last summer's country fair...

Dave was enjoying himself alright, too, eating out and tasting the lion, licking him now almost non-stop while he rubbed his sliding snake against the lion's hole...determined to make him extra relaxed before they would go forward...poking him too and not quite making it, but that hardly mattered...the lion rubbing his ass back to meet his playful oral thrusts was a sure sign that it was going on well enough. Dave's breaths huffed up and down his wet tailbase in such a sensual way that the lion wondered how he hadn't spooged just yet...he really was aching for it...oh, God, was he going for the tail grab again...

"AHHAAHH!" the mewled, head thrown up, ass perched on the bull's thick muzzle.

They were by now bathing in their shared musk as much as in the water that was the setting for their carnal contact, breathing it in with each deep gulp of air. Dave was going lower again, back to muching on the lion's sac while his paws spread the lion's cheeks. His left thumb reached out into the crack and began to rub against the hole, pushing in just a little against the more than wet enough opening to make for an easy penetration. He didn't go deep, only using the first knuckle of his thick digit, but he rubbed it around, stretching out the ringed pucker a little, and well knowing how interesting it to have anything in there, having your muscles squeeze down on it and letting the lion know that there was something else coming soon as well...and Tim was definitely pushing back, trying to get more of that bovine finger inside him. Combined with the bull slurping on his balls, he couldn't really do anything and let his purrs ring through the tiled room.

"AEEHMMM..."

Without missing a beat, Dave let his other paw away from the lion's butt and reached for the shelf, with its neatly organized fur and hoof care products lined up...including the round, black jar of Uncle Bob's Axle Grease, stored there for convenience's sake for occasions exactly like the one at paw right there and then. He managed to open the loosely screwed cap with one hand and scooped some of the goopy stuff onto his fingers, which he then promptly pushed under Tim's tail. He gave him a good stroking, pressing some of the waterproof lube right where it was needed, and adding some before he struggled to his knees just long enough to get his strategic parts from the water to rub a good layer on his own thick shaft. He gave the lion's ass a few cursory squeezes while he tried not to rub himself too much...the preparation really could be like torture, sometimes, he thought quickly, before he decided that he was ready, let himself flop out of his palm, and then grabbed the lion's hips, to turn him around.

"Come on..." Dave breathed out passionately.

He kept his hands on Tim's hips even as the lion straddled him again, and let his paws slip underwater as he kept on their contact, though letting one slip beneath to hold himself poised ready...the lion really knew his mark, for he sat down and went right for the kill, aiming that tip under his arched tails. Dave could feel him trembling, immensely or strong, this was still an effort as he got onto his knees and crouched above the bull for the moment...stuck in the moment and purring encouragingly while the bull held his hips and gave him a small push.

They kept up eye contact, even when he began to sit down on the searing hot tip and bore himself upon his mate's throbbing shaft. There was a twinge of pain, that was inevitable, but the warm water and the lube and the thorough teasing had really left him wanting and ready...it took relatively little effort for the tip to slip inside, and from them on, cradled in the bull's arms, he was slowly sliding lower and lower, his bowels opening around the bull and taking him in, even with his head thrown back...then down...and then, quite suddenly, he was all the way in and sitting on the bull's lap, filled to the brim and clenching down hard, spurting pre into the water. It couldn't be helped, not wit his prostate mashed up like that.

Their maws met in a kiss, quickly, and the bull spoke, a husked "let's go" before he bucked his hips, lifting the lion along, driving into him, and then again, after a second's rest, and again...again...flexing into a rhythm the lion soon matched, but instead of using his butt muscles to hump up and down like the bull did, Tim's hips moved back and forth in a carefully measured countermotion to the bull's deep thrusting. Holding him hard, he kept pumping in and out slowly, the lion's hips-rocking causing him to enter at various angles, to stretch him out, to poke his insides and generally just making him into a wild beast bucking on the bull's lap, as strong and as needing as the bull seesawing through his hole.

They were making some serious ripples on the water now, Tim alternatively riding him like a wild bronco, head thrown back, occasionally simply leaning close to kiss the bull or simply press their foreheads together while they panted simultaneously, keeping up the essence of their mating with their heated, water-slopping motions.

Tim knew he was paying the price for what he did earlier that day, when he put his own load in the bull when he caught him working out in the farmyard, fixing up that old barn...he'd jumped the bull and been rough...but now Dave was being gentle, even considering their positions, but Dave was nothing but intense. He was big and he stretched the lion out good and filled him up, each stroke poking deep inside and making him gasp...his own cock twitching but not being touched...the bull would keep up the teasing until the final moment possible, Tim knew, as he bit his teeth and kept going...trying to drive himself as close, with the internal stimulation, while his butt rocked against the bull's sensual lap. He knew that we was getting so close, his balls churned and tugged close to his body despite their earlier looseness from the warm water, and he knew that the bull was packing a hefty load in his own big orbs. He expected to be filled with a big, thick, sticky load and threw his back again as he imagined it happening already, humping back and forth as if he was the one doing the fucking...trying to pound an orgasm out of himself, now, as he seemed to slowly go delirious with the pleasure and the intensity of their mating.

Dave was huffing, too, his wet, glistening muscles flexing as he drove himself deeply into the lion's heat, the lion riding him so intently that he was really having trouble keeping up...their rhythms starting to break...

"Ahhhlmost..." the lion slurred, too desperate now to care that he'd sound so wanton.

Dave threw his arm over the lion's back and pulled him close, driving his hips with all the power he had still left stored in his loins...buck...buck, buck...his other hand slipping between their bodies to finally grab the lion's straining shaft. He didn't even start stroking it, he simply squeezed down with practiced ease, knowing just what was needed now.

Tim's eyes flew open and he let out a deep snarl, instantly bucking into the slowly tightening grip. The hold was quickly driving him over the brink, much the way his own rippling tunnel and squeezing hole were doing for the bull...already mooing out as the passion overpowered them. It didn't matter who was on top or bottom now, there was just intense heat and motion of their bodies, worked to the max, muscles tightenng up while Tim buckled like mad to drive his barbed length between those alternatively flexing fingers. It might've been just the water, too, but still...even with his bleary eyes, Dave could see the lion drool while he effective drove himself down on the bull and screwed the hand intent on giving him pleasure.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

It was intense, he practically burst, the battening ram of a bull cock milked it out of him, exploding behind his navel, not along his shaft like it usually did when he came...no, this was an anal orgasm, it worked differently, but none the less pleasurably, as it blasted through him, his entire body going rigid while he shot spurts between the fingers jerking him. The bull's hand moved quick enough that he was practically foaming up the quickly clouding water while he stroked the lion and made sure that he'd get every single drop...even when he knew that the lion tightened and he could really not take anything more...his own tail batting the side of the tub as e let out a joyous moo of his own and joined in, bucking a few times, desperately, almost lifting the lion out of the water as he drove himself home and sent his own seed puring deep inside his lover's tight passage. It just seemed to keep coming and coming, his slippery hooves kicking the foot of the tub as he tried to get some leverage, but no, his body was out of it, he soon collapsed, as did the lion, forehead crashed on his chest while they panted out and relaxed and rested, still locked together only two mates could, surrounded by each other's heat, musk and warmth.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you had a fun time, and I look forward to your feedback! Also remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!