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Pebble stood nude at the window, curtains open, watching the sun rise idly. Hearing a sound behind him, he turned. Fernald Smithers, the young squirrel boy, had moaned in his sleep and turned over onto his side. He too was naked, and lay sound asleep on the lion's bed. After retrieving him from the clutches of Scott Linarcos - who, the lion mused, should be getting his raping cock cut off by some friends of the feline's right about now - Pebble brought the boy here to his isolated home away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Pebble drew the curtains and walked over. He gently ran his fingers through the squirrel's hair, feeling pity for this poor young man who'd been so cruelly used up by his captor. In a way, the lion was to be his captor as well. The reason Fernald was still asleep was because Pebble had drugged him. He felt guilty about it, but it'd been the only way to keep him from crying hysterically and demanding to go home. He'd return him to his worried family later. Right now, what Fernald needed most was rest, love and affection. Which Pebble would give him in spades.

A strong hand lay upon Fernald's shoulder and slid down the bare back, resting just at the rise of his buttocks. Pebble sighed. He knew William wasn't going to like him keeping the boy, but fuck what William thought. He didn't know where the lion's house was and even if he found out using his skills as a detective, he knew better than to meddle in the lion's affairs.

His cell phone, sitting on the bedside table, vibrated. The lion grabbed it and checked the caller ID. Donatti, W. Speak of the devil. He debated ignoring him, but decided against it. He answered. "Hello?"

"Hi, it's me." William's voice came through the phone. "How'd it go?"

"Splendidly. The boy is alive and well." He paused, but then hurriedly continued before William could get a word in. "And he'll be staying with me for a while."

"What?" William cried. "Are you insane?"

"I've never been more sane in my entire life, William," Pebble responded with a small smirk. "If I returned him to his family now, he'll be screwed up for life. There's certain things I need to do ensure he'll come out of this sane and well-adjusted. I especially want to ensure he retains a healthy attitude towards sex."

"Are you sure about this? I mean, there's doctors--"

"And I'll see that he gets to one," Pebble interrupted. "There's a psychiatrist friend of mine who specializes in cases like this and he's very discrete." He chuckled, amused at William's dedication to his job and his obvious concern for the boy. It proved that the squirrel detective was a good person. Something in short supply in this world. He changed the topic. "So, you free?"

"No," said William, "my lieutenant has me working a vore case. Next week, though, I think I'll be free."

Ah, thought Pebble. Vore. He'd heard of it. Never tried it himself, though. He felt a slight twinge of worry. Cops investigating vore tended to disappear. Then he reminded himself that, for a squirrel, William Donatti was a tough bastard and could handle himself.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll give you a call over the weekend so we can set up a dinner date. Say hi to Jeff for me."

"Will do."

"And William...?"

"Yes?"

"Don't worry so much. Bye." Pebble chuckled and hung up.

He stood and stretched, and tried to decide what to do. He decided a visit to Maxi's was in order. Fernald would be out for many hours yet, and special indoor locks would ensure he stayed in this room if he did awaken before his host got home. Dressing, the lion grabbed his car keys and his cell phone and headed out.

~*~

Within the club there was the usual assortment of folks milling about. Maxi, of course, kept it all together. Furs held hands, kissed and a few were even on their way to the private rooms in the back of the building. For a weekday afternoon, it wasnt all that busy. Pebble sat at the bar, tapping away at the screen of a tablet computer. Every so often he'd take a sip of beer, but otherwise seemed to be completely engrossed in his work.

Nothing could be further from the truth. His ears were quite active, listening intently and taking in everything around him. Around this time, a rabbit entered the bar. He immediately caught Pebble's attention.

Randall Sleen was entering middle age but the only thing to bely this were the perfectly symmetrical streaks of varying shades of gray at his temples; besides this he was very fit-looking if a little on the average side, height-wise. Slightly older style gold-rimmed glasses adorned his face and he wore beige dress slacks, imitation black leather shoes and a black silk collared shirt whose top few buttons were undone, showing off the top of his chest.

Randall went straight to the bar. He was a semi-regular here, and tended to frequent the private rooms in the back, as he favored the club's discretion. He fancied himself an alpha male type, quick to assert himself over others, but secretly he enjoyed a more submissive side privately, and he didn't ever want this getting out and tarnishing his reputation. He came to Maxi's and other clubs to indulge in his private fetishes without risking exposure.

He noted the lion. He'd seen him a few times before but they'd never spoken. He always wondered what a challenge dominating him would be, but was too smart to try; he knew something of the big feline's reputation.

Easing onto one of the stools, the rabbit smiled vapidly at Maxi and ordered a beer. He exchanged small talk with the big poodle and undressed him with his eyes.

Randall had a vile, crawling gaze that tended to give more empathic furs the creeping cruds, because, his love of being paddled on the rear end aside, he very much fancied himself an irresistible sex machine and also tended to view others only in terms of sexual conquests. How, depended on his mood. During one of his rare submissive moods he might've been eying Maxi up as a potential candidate to take a belt to his bottom; more commonly, though, he was in a very dominant mood. The big sissy poodle intrigued him, and Randall's creeping gaze was one of lusty possessive desire. He said nothing, though. He was too smart for that.

Pebble's attention was rather razor sharp and he studied the rabbit in a rather intense manner, keen eyes locked directly on him. Shutting off his tablet, he shifted over to wrap his fingers around the handle of his mug and lifted it up to his lips where he went about gulping down the drink. Finishing, he sighed and set the mug, empty but for a frothy film of foam, back onto the bar.

Finishing with Randall, Maxi turned his attention to his number one customer. "Want another?" he asked.

"No thanks," replied the lion in a low voice. He eyed Randall. "I have something else in mind for the afternoon."

Maxi glanced over. Randall was oblivious. He'd turned his gaze from the poodle and was now eying someone else. A smirked pursed over Maxi's red lips. This was going to be delicious. The abusive and arrogant rabbit had long been a troublemaker, both in and out of the club. He'd gotten worse ever since he'd been fired. He relished the thought of Pebble finally putting that piece of shit in his place, and nodded.

"Knock yourself out," he said finally. "Couldn't happen to a better guy. Just, uh, try not to damage him too much. I don't wanna get sued."

"Don't worry," Pebble replied with a sultry wink.

He slid the tablet into its bag, and set it on the bar top. He knew no one would mess with it while he was gone. A smile spread across his features. He stood and brushed himself off, then headed over to where the rabbit was seated.

Randall taken precisely one sip of his beer when he heard the deep voice behind him.

"Hello there, boy."

The lion! Although they'd never spoken, he'd heard him talking before, so he recognized the voice. He felt the fur stand up on the back of his neck.

Pebble clasped a hand right on the rabbit's ass, giving it a nice, firm squeeze. Randall's cock stiffened in his pants. "You're mine for the evening."

Oh my, Randall thought. Such a commanding voice! Randall wilted a little. He hadn't been in a subbie mood when he entered - in fact, he'd come looking for some twinkish little bitch to assert himself over and smack around a little in the men's room to help him get over his recent breakup - but that changed when the lion spoke. He could feel his seldom released submissive nature bubbling to the surface at that voice and that matter-of-fact statement.

Pebble leaned over and delivered a firm nip right to the rabbit's ear. He knew that was typically a weak spot in rabbits, even ones who styled themselves as tops. It'd get a reaction out of him right away. It was clear that if they went into the men's room, if anyone was going to be the assertive one, it was this lion.

Still, he enjoyed playing hard to get sometimes, and this was one of those times.

"Is that so?" he said softly and smirked.

Handsome though he was, when he smirked like that, it was an ugly and frigtening thing to behold. A smirk that promised cruelty and spite, which was all he ever had to offer to any of his various boyfriends.

Pebble, who carried himself in an upright and serious manner, wasn't in the mood for games. He was still angry over the incident with Scott Linarcos. People like him made innocent furs suffer day after day, and Pebble was sick of it. It was time to make them suffer back. If he couldn't vent his frustrations on Linarcos himself, Sleen here would do nicely. Besides, he already knew the rabbit's reputation. How he styled himself as a big, bad abusive dom. Well, today, that dream of being more than he really was, was something that the lion was going to tear down.

He slid a finger directly against the underside of the rabbit's muzzle and delivered a few more carefully aimed nibbles to his ears, and hissed, "I know who you are, Randall, and no amout of bitching, lies or pleading is going to get you out of my hands right now. It's high time you learned your lesson."

Randall blinked at those words. "What did you say?" His cheeks flushed hotly beneath his fur and he could feel his anger rising at this lion talking to him this way.

He started to get up when he was seized. His world spun. The flashing lights of the club, the faces of various other customers, they all flew by him in an instant. He was too surprised to struggle, his anger vanishing instantly, his beer glass flying out of his hand. Beer splashed across a nearby tabletop; the glass tumbled through the air, bounced off the edge of the table and hit the floor, the sound of it shattering lost amidst the thumping music of the club and the conversation.

he shocked rabbit then felt himself being carried somewhere like a sack of flour, and, before he could quite process what was happening, he was on his knees in one of the more upscale private rooms in the joint.

Pebble shut and locked the door, then turned and seized the rabbit's ears roughly. Twin bolts of agony shooting through Randall's skull. "Aahhh!" he cried. He reached up, tried to pry open those fingers. To no avail.

"Motherfucker!" he spat angrily. "You don't fucking tell me what to do! Nobody tells me what to do unless I say they can! And I don't recall asking you to top me!"

Pebble smacked him across the face, once. That silenced him. He knelt there, stunned and dizzy.

"From this moment on, you're mine," the feline said quietly. "Whenever I call you up, you get dressed and come to me. Doesn't matter if it's day or night, you come to me. You follow my commands, you don't give me bullshit or you'll never find anyone to lift tail for you again."

The room itself was rapidly filling with the strong, potent scent of the aroused lion, something the rabbit wasn't likely to forget any time soon. He'd smelled aroused males of all types, with their potent scents displaying their command of things and bottoms with their lesser more subdued scent. But this scent put all of those to shame in such a manner that would stick with the rabbit for a good long time. It was a rather fierce smell, making itself known to the rabbit's nose by the way those nostrils went and tightened up from it, also causing those eyes to water ever so slightly. It was a scent that said in so many words that the person it was coming from was to be respected, completely and utterly.

"You've got some rough edges on you, but when it comes down to it, you're just a mouthy bitch, a sub trying too hard to be in charge. I've heard a lot about you from your past boyfriends and believe me, I will not be easy on you, bitch."

Randall got to his feet, wobbly, trying to look outraged and incensed, the scent of the lion wafting into his nostrils by now, his cock hardening further in his pants. He swallowed nervously. The lion was being very assertive and convincing. He could feel his submissive side creeping forth once more, although it was still battling with his anger at being treated this way.

He opened his mouth to do some more protesting, when the lion started undressing. He dropped his hands down to his heavy leather belt, which he began fiddling with, pulling and tugging at 'till he finally got it taken care of. Next he turned his attention to the button on the front of his pants, flicking a finger over it and then tugging that zipper right on downwards. Randall's eyes behind the lenses of his glasses widened and focused on the fly of those pants as the lion slowly unzipped them.

Now that his fly was open, the lion was free to wrap his fingers around the head of his maleness and pull it out into the open for the rabbit to see. Eight and a half inches of fully erect lion cock, jet black and studded with a countless number of those infamous barbs. Randall gulped as he watched that barbed monster emerge, erect and ready. He took a step back, felt the foot of the provided bed against the back of his calves. His knees weakened a little.

"Now, then, bitch..." Pebble uttered. "You can strip and present yourself to me. I'm stilll debating if I want to fuck you dry or not."

The rabbit seemed to be thinking things over when suddenly his world became pain and dizziness as he was slapped. He reeled, regained his balance, and was struck again. His glasses flew off, and everything went blurry. Again and again he was struck, until he was utterly senseless, and he flopped backwards into a limp sitting position on the bed finally, tears running down his cheeks. He was no longer angry. He was afraid. This lion was so much bigger than him. If he fought back...

He didn't dare finish that thought. He held up a trembling hand in a silent gesture of compliance. This gesture said it all. It said all right, stop it, I'll undress, please don't hit me anymore. At that, Pebble stopped, smirking. He'd given Randall a little taste of what he'd given to so many others. And they were only getting started,

"For your nasty mouth, you're only getting some spit for lube. Curse at me again and I'll gag you with your underwear. Now strip!"

Randall got to his feet and started to take his clothes off. Shirt first. Shoes next. He unzipped and slid off his slacks. His bikini brief underwear bulged with his painfully hard arousal that betrayed how aroused this was making him. Then those came off as well, and he stood nude and shaking before what was to be his master.

Pebble leaned himself up against a nearby wall and proceeded to begin the process of stroking himself, coiling his fingers around the head of his penis and pressing those barbs flat against the head, then letting them spring back upwards. True to his word, a few times he spat into the hand that he was using to stroke himself and went about smearing his saliva along the length of his cock. Of course spit wasn't a very good lubricant, so it was more than likely that the rabbit would soon wish that he had not acted so rashly in front of the lion.

Back and forth those fingers moved, smearing his cock with his drool, before he finally stepped forward, turning Randall around and pushing him down against the bed and letting him support his weight for a bit of time while he leaned down and then nibbled ever so slightly at the back of the rabbit's neck.

"I heard you lost your job," he whispered into the bunny's ear. "With me you're going to have a new job as my slut."

Once more those sharp feline teeth of his found Randall's ears and delivered some disabling nibbles right down to the very roots of the ear itself, letting him feel them. Clearly, the lion had been with a fair number of rabbits before because all of those hidden spots within the rabbit's ears that would normally be kept safe were mercilessly molested by the lion. Wherever those sharp feline teeth did not strike, that tongue of his did and he took ten long minutes to wear Randall down before finally he released those ears and takes his endowment, spit covered as it was and goes and presses it directly against the puckered opening of Randell's tight warm little ring.

Slowly, but surely, as if he were dragging out the tormemt the lion began to apply more and more pressure 'till finally the rabbit's anus couldn't take it any more and gave in, allowing the lion to shove in the head of his maleness directly up into his backside. Three inches of lion cock, plus barbs fanning out and digging into the rabbit's anal lining. Randall felt the shame coursing through him like hot blood. The shame of being claimed by another male, and having no rebuttal come to mine. All the rabbit could do was lie there and take it. And take it he did. Every inch of it.

His hands dug into the sheets, grabbing handfuls of them, the rabbit uttering a little terrified squeal as he felt his ear getting bitten. At this, his shame gave way to instinctual terror of being prey. The anal violation wasn't merely sex or domination. It was those things. But it was so much more. It was Randall's predation. He'd become prey. But instead of eating him, his predator used him for his own pleasure.

Pebble opened up his muzzle and makes a rather fierce sounding bit of a snarl once he finally got his cock within the rabbit's backside all the way. There he unsheathed his claws and then dragged them right on down the rabbit's back, leaving welts forming directly up under the fur.

"I've heard much about you, rabbit. The way you abuse your lovers and anyone else weaker then you. It's about time that you learn what it's like to be the one used."

With that the lion pulled his hips backwards, almost completely freeing his cock from Randell's backside before going and stuffing him with those thick four inches again. Randall wept openly. So unused was he to the concept of being prey. He'd always been the predator. He didn't dare protest the lion's decrees. Not while he was in this position, anyway. He shuddered from the snarl the larger feline issued forth, and nodded rapidly at his words.

"Y-y-y-yes!" he managed to weakly belt out.

Then his words devolved into sultry little moans as the rythym of the fucking picked up, and it slowly started becoming enjoyable for him. His own raging erection bobbed and dripped, throbbed and ached, as he was taken and owned by this big lion stranger who'd stalked, captured and taken him, and wasn't about to let him go.

The lion was quite aware of what he was doing to the self-centered rabbit and how he was torementing him, forcing him to shape his life around the lion's desires. He expected Randall to protest, maybe even to rebel a little bit but when it came down to it, there was nothing the rabbit could do about it. And he knew it. So the lion leaned himself right on down and nipped at one of the rabbit's ears, then drags his tongue along the edge. Randall churred a little at this.

To make his point the lion spead his fingers apart and then swung his hand in, delivering a firm smack right up against the swell of Randall's backside, good and hard, hard enough to leave a handprint behind. His back arched and he hiked his rump up, groaning, as he was spanked. He gritted his teeth. Memories flooded his mind. Memories of Daddy punishing him with his belt. He shivered and felt his cock inches from exploding. The spank drove him wild.

"Ohhh, Daddy!" he managed to whine.

Pebble ground his cock forward, really forcing the rabbit to feel those stiff barbs pricking at his rectal walls as he began to use his cock to ream the rabbit out. Randall whimpered as that barbed cock was really put to use to rake the inside of his asshole, feeling the pleasant ache of a budding orgasm building in his balls. He was close. So close.

A few more nibbles were dealt out against Randall's ears, then slowly, yet surely he began to pull his cockflesh backwards and out of the rabbit's ass. But here he took his sweet time doing it, making sure that those barbs of his could flare back outwards to make it a rather rough ride for the rabbit on the way out. Randall hit his peak. The slow extraction of the leonine cock from his ass was just too much. He feels the itch building deep, then slowly rising.

With a single good hard tug of his hips, the lion's cock then popped out of Randell's backside, leaving the anal ring gaping open for a moment, long enough for the lion to go and to tease it with a finger.

"You're such a good slut," he declared as he bit down hard on Randall's shoulder.

Once again those feline hips of his thrust inwards to fill his backside with lion cock once again, but this time instead of just four inches, it was six inches of throbbing lion cock being driven home and smacking right into Randall's prostate, the rabbit shooting forth his masculine load just as the barbed beast reentered him, all six inches at once. He howled as his cock spurted and his body was wracked by pleasure from the assault against his prostate. He came and came. He hadn't remembered the last time he'd shot so much cum! And even when the spurts stopped, his body kept jerking and shuddering as the tingles and stabs of pleasure rocketed up his spine.

He whimpered, moaned, cursed. "Daddy!" he wailed out.

In that moment, he belonged to this lion. The pleasure was what his new master had seen fit to give to him, and for this, whether he'd end up going peacefully or not, Randall owed him his total submission...

And so it went for the rabbit as he was held down and relentlessly fucked by the lion's smooth back and forth thrusting of his hips. It was quite a long period to be drilled relentlessly by that cock without being given a moment to rest, but the lion kept on going regardless, forcing more cock into Randall's backside over time. At first it was just six inches, but soon enough a few more inches followed, first seven and then the last inch and a half being fully shoved forward into the rabbit's ass.

And during the whole time that things were going on, the lion made sure to angle his hips so that he was driving into the rabbit's prostate each and every time.

Oh, the things that those barbs did within the confines of the rabbit's backside, scraping along his anal walls and providing him with stimulation as well as a fair amount of pain to go along with it. There was not a bit of mercy that could be felt from the lion, though thankfully by the sixty minute mark, it no longer mattered for the lion threw his head backwards, let out a fierce snarl and then unloaded his seed within the rabbit's backside, stream after stream of thick, hot lion spunk. Only then at that point did the lion let the rabbit go, to flop against those sheets, used.

By the time they were done, Randall was left a panting, sweaty mess, lying limply against the bed, seeming more dead than alive, cum leaking from his well-fucked ass. His pleasure had ended long ago, replaced by tedium and pain, but he'd weathered it surprisingly well. Now, though, it was over. Or at least, he hoped so. He wasn't sure. Would the lion get a second wind? He weakly pushed himself up with his hands and looked back over his shoulder at the feline. He started to say something, but then stopped. Exactly what would he have said? What was there to say? Finally, nervously licking his lips, he found his voice.

In a dry, hoarse whisper, he said, "Is it over...?"

Pebble didn't reply. For five minutes, he rested atop Randall, letting his tongue hang out and drawing in a series of deep breaths. His loins burned and his muscles protested every so often, but it was well worth it. Finally, after a few minutes had passed, he went about pulling hid cockflesh backwards out of the rabbit, which took some time due to how far it had been forced up Randall's backside. That along with the barbs made the removal a rather trucky thing, but he kept working at it, pulling and tugging away at Randall as, bit by bit, his cock began to move backwards from the rabbit's rear.

It was finally with the most perverse slurp that the rabbit had ever heard that the lion's cock pulled free from his ass. Then the lion grabbed him by the ankles and went about cleaning his cock off on the bottoms of Randall's feet, smearing both of them with his seed from the heels all the way to the tips of his toes. He then released him.

"Yeah, it's done now bitch," he said finally.

Randall winced at being called a bitch, but said nothing. Trembling, he got off of the bed, found his glasses, which had been knocked off during their tryst, and slowly started getting dressed.

"Can I... go now?" he asked.

It was the first time since he could remember he'd ever asked someone's permission to leave who wasn't his boss at work. And the first time since his childhood he'd asked the question with fear tinging his voice.

Pebble glanced on over at the rabbit, then turned his back to him. "Yeah. Remember what I told you."

Randall nodded. He considered simply leaving, never returning to Maxi's, and hoping he could escape, but then had second thoughts. The lion knew so much about him. Clearly he'd been watching him and knew enough to be able to find his apartment. And heaven help him if he tried to betray this cat and got recaptured.

So after a moment, he took out his wallet, and, from within, removed a business card with his name and phone number. "Here..." he said, offering it to him, "my contact info. It has a home phone and my cell. C-Call me... anytime..." He swallowed nervously.

Pebble took the card and pocketed it. "I will. You best get home and get cleaned up." He did however offer the rabbit a faint smile, the first show of gentleness so far today.

Randall nodded, then turned and, as if terrified he'd be stopped and dragged back inside, left so quickly it was if he'd been sucked right out of the room by an airlock breach. His footfalls echoed down the hallway loudly - he was really hauling ass. He paid his tab at the bar, where his state couldn't have been more obvious, before departing and driving home. That night, he had dreams more erotic than he'd had in years...