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The Weekend: Friday

Story by and characters © Danath danath.sofurry.com

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Gloria leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh as the vinyl squeaked beneath her. The chair swiveled slightly to the left as she stretched both arms above her head. The lioness's large jaws spread open in a broad yawn, tongue curling to neatly touch the roof of her muzzle. Plump and juicy black lips smacked together as she lowered her arms. Her smooth, golden fur rippled with a hint of majesty, even under the dreadful fluorescent lights in the office.

A red-furred head poked over the side of the gray cubicle wall to her right, above a bulletin board with a few pinned up pictures and a calendar.

"Ready for the weekend?" the fox chirped.

Gloria managed not to roll her eyes at the fox's enthusiasm. Terrence was a never-ending source of constant good cheer. He was happy enough to set anyone on edge, especially thirty minutes before the end of shift on a gorgeous Friday afternoon.

"I guess so," she said, using her best "please don't continue this conversation voice." She leaned forward, focusing intently on the screen. Terrence was, as usual, oblivious.

"I've got big plans, myself! Taking the old ball and chain to the museum!"

Gloria winced. She could feel each exclamation point of Terrence's excitement stab her exhausted psyche. She grunted noncommittally and tapped at her keyboard.

"I came in early today. Yup, me and the missus are gonna get to bed nice and early so we can be up a the crack of dawn to get to that museum! Have a good weekend!"

And like that, Terrence was gone. Gloria groaned and pressed her face into her palms. She was stressed from work, stressed from Terrence. She just wanted to relax. There was no weekend shifts required for once and she didn't have any social functions. This was going to be a good weekend. She'd stocked up on essentials (ice cream and red wine), so all that was left to do was work these last few minutes.

Without Terrence, they passed mercifully quickly. Gloria shut down the computer, turned off her black desk lamp, and stood for another quick stretch. The lioness's dark blue blouse stretched around her chest, but as with most clothing, did little to hide the size of the feline's bosom. A pair of business-like matching blue male-styled slacks paired with some short-heeled, sensible canvas shoes completed the look. The need for male slacks was apparent as she realized very quickly.

A large bulge protruded from the lioness's hips, arcing outwards against the fabric down the right leg. A few inches above her knee, an apple-sized ball shifted back and forth. Gloria frowned and turned her back to the entrance of her cubicle. A few moments later, some deft rearranging (and one hand in the pocket to hold and obscure the bulge) meant she could finally end her day. With her paw jammed down her pocket and a tote bag slung around her shoulder, she left the cubicle, headed down the long white hallways, and smiled at the security guard behind the desk. She nodded when he said something about the weather, but was too distracted to reply. Her mind was already at home. Traffic wasn't bad and the line at the drive-through was short.

Gloria's apartment building had an elevator. She walked very carefully on board, joining two other people. The reason she had to be careful was that underneath the tote bag, her bulge had thickened considerably. It was now tenting her pants out quite noticeably. Fortunately, both people were on their phones from the moment they stepped on board and didn't seem to notice.

A blast of cool, air conditioned air hit the lioness as she opened the door to her apartment. She kicked off her shoes, not bothering to put them away in the entryway closet. She ignored the kitchen on her left and headed straight forward, past the dividing wall and into the living room area. With a moan of relief, Gloria flopped rump-first into the overstuffed vinyl couch, sinking into the black couch cushions. They felt like clouds to the lioness. The apartment was sparsely furnished. Gloria had a few posters on the walls, a black recliner to match the couch, and a large television. There was one bedroom and a bathroom down the hallway to the right of the door.

The lioness took a deep breath. Her blouse stretched more than before. Beneath the bra, her aching nipples rubbed against the fabric, sending tingles through her chest. The weekend. A magical time. No wonder she was getting excited.

"First things first," she said, her voice a low rumble of anticipation.

Large golden paws carefully undid the buttons on her blouse. Tossing the shirt aside, the lioness leaned forward and reached behind her back to undo her size HH bra. The twins hung free majestically, each watermelon-sized orb capped with a cute, fat black teat. Lush golden fur rolled across those mounds, fading to a softer white on the inside of her cleavage down her belly, spreading across her hips before narrowing once more. Gloria leaned back, hips shifting outwards. Her breasts rolled to the sides and she spread her arms out wide over the back of the couch. Her legs spread, giving her bulge more room; it quickly filled what space remained in the leg of her pants up to the knee.

She took a few deep breaths, savoring the moment, the way it felt just now, with no worries, nothing to do but... relax.

Stubby golden fingers slipped down her chest, teased her nipples for a moment, which drew a gasp from the lioness. They went lower, over the swell of each breast, curling around the undersides to explore her smooth, firm belly. They searched only a moment to find the button fly on the slacks.

Gloria tipped her head forward, staring over the swells of her breasts to watch what happened next.

As the zipper lowered, pale pink lycra stretched outwards. The lioness quickly peeled the sides away, grabbed the waistband, lifted her hips, and pulled them down. Her tail threaded its way through the tail-clasp before she was able to kick them away. The pink stretchy shorts distended out and down, revealing the thickness, the girth of the length protruding from her hips. She ran a palm down the top, over the bend where the head tipped down, curling over on a pair of generously sized testicles. The tip of the length stretched the shorts so far those cantaloupe-sized nuts were visible from the sides, through the stretched-out leg holes.

It was a simple matter to hook her thumbs into the waistband and slide the pink shorts down over her golden hips and thick, powerful thighs. Her pelt shifted as her muscles tensed beneath. The slow removal of the shorts revealed glossy black flesh, inch after inch of it, starting with the white-furred sheath. The shorts halted as one paw moved to the taut sheath, giving it a nice tug to get it relaxed and free up a bit more of the compressed shaft stretching out from within. The shorts kept going down, down, down, over her thighs, until she was leaning forward, pushing her chest against her lower belly. Finally she was able to get the waistband of the shorts around the tip - the meaty, flared, equine-like tip. In fact, the entire length could not possibly have come from the feline family tree. Equine ancestry had gifted Gloria with something singularly special.

The huge length, finally free of the shorts, jerked upwards in great spurts of movement, flexing like a solid piece of galvanized rubber. Gloria hooked the waistband of the shorts underneath her massive testicles and reached down with both paws to slowly squeeze them. Her cock hung forward, out past her knees, four inches thick in the middle and at least two feet long. Twenty four solid inches of rapidly hardening horse meat, combined with testicles that overflowed even the large lioness's paws, meant she was feeling very relaxed indeed. She groaned with pleasure as her throbbing maleness hardened more quickly. Leaning back into the couch, she slid both paws around the base and pulled it gently against her chest. The thing squirmed in her paws like it was trying to get away. It jerked outwards, pumped forwards, throbbed with power in her palms. She stroked it slowly, cooing under her breath as her heavy chest rose and fell quickly. She moved the tip to slide over her right nipple and shuddered as the shaft flexed against her paw. The whole thing went taut, from the root to the tip, sending a thrill of pleasure to her brain. Gloria's eyes closed as she slid the flared tip around her aching nipple. Her fingers dug into the glossy, thick black flesh, dimpling it around her grip. It was still flexible, so that as she ran her paw lower, the tip pulled away; when she stroked upwards, it slipped back against her nipple.

Well, this was a fun game. Gloria moaned as her paw moved slowly up and down her shaft, massaging and squeezing the sensitive member with her paw pads. Her free paw went to her other breast, to cup and pinch her other nipple. Soon, she hefted her breast upwards and leaned her head over. The paw on her shaft pushed the cock out, so that it pointed from her lap at a forty-five degree angle. A bead of pre-cum swelled at the tip, growing to nearly the size of a golf ball before dripping downwards, hanging from the flared crown, but not quite heavy enough to drop. Each of the lioness's breasts swelled larger. Her lips wrapped tightly around the thick nipple she'd lifted upwards. Suckling on her own teat, the lioness was quickly rewarded with a steady flow of her own rich, creamy milk. Contented purrs rose from her cavernous chest as she sampled each breast, imagining what judges would score her at a taste test. Her cock flexed against her palm again and she leaned back once more, legs spreading so that her claws could dig into the deep area rug in front of the couch. Her majestic stallion-shaft fell forward over her chest like a tidal wave, leaving a splatter of gooey pre-cum at the base of her neck. With a lustful moan, she wrapped both paws around the middle of the length, so that her forearms went under her breasts, supporting them higher as the shaft slid between them. She didn't even have to try to get the tip to her lips.

Large jaws opened wide and plump black lips spread easily to fit around the baseball-sized tip. The flare distended Gloria's cheeks as she leaned her head down slightly, pushing herself to the back of her own throat. Her hips pumped automatically, a practiced motion, causing the shaft to slide in and out of her muzzle, as well as up and down between her heavy, milk-laden breasts. As they jiggled, the hard teats, each thicker around and longer than a shot glass, dribbled white milk into her golden fur. As the pressure grew, more milk escaped, until a steady dribble matched the pulsing, oozing flow of clear pre-cum from the stallion-shaft. Gloria's throat bulged as she swallowed around the tip, loving how hot and warm and thick she felt. The glossy flesh was soon streaked with saliva and pre-cum as her paws worked the middle and base. She pushed her sheath down firmly, exposing as much as she could of the huge length. It was hard now, unbendable, and arched nicely from her hips to her muzzle. The lioness's nostrils flared as she bobbed her head, deep throating her own cock. Swollen lion nuts bounced against the edge of the couch cushion as she popped off her muzzle with a loud gasp, followed by an orgasmic moan of pleasure.

The lioness's paw moved lower again, but this time reached underneath her massive testicles. The stimulation of her moist lips made the lioness growl and thrust her hips outwards. Both paws worked furiously for the next several minutes, taking her quickly to her climax. The massive horse cock bucked against her hand as she pulled it down between her breasts. Thick gushes of white cum jetted out again the underside of her chin, then rolled down over her heaving breasts, dripping from her nipples, mixing with the growing mess of milk. Between her legs, feminine honey spread over her fingers as she reached another climax a moment later. And another after that, and then another, sending paroxysms of pleasure across her tense, coiled body. For several minutes, Gloria barely moved. Her lips pulled back, revealing a ferocious set of teeth, and could do nothing but growl as her paw hovered just above her spurting, throbbing horse cock. The lioness's golden pelt rippled as she passed her crescendo and collapsed back against the couch, both paws finally relaxing at her side. Her cock pumped a few more loads of cum over her chest, which felt nice and warm as it dripped over her breasts and onto her thighs. She stroked it a few times, just to get that nice, warm, shuddery pleasure of a well-done orgasm. Her paw came back dripping in milk and cum.

A good way to start the even, she thought, a relaxed smirk on her face as her horse cock tipped forward, drooping over nicely, still leaking a good amount of cum from the fat black crown. After thoroughly enjoying licking her paws clean, she reached for her fast food meal and flipped on the television. Relaxing was good. Relaxing was nice. The big lioness grinned as she chomped on her burger, holding it with one paw, while the other paw smeared cum along her messy, half-hard cock. Her nipples ached as the flow of milk continued unabated.

She was going to relax all weekend long.