A Neo-Mal's Birthday

S.M. Wolf

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Neo-mal, Leona and this story are copyrighted 2014 by S.M. Wolf. They may not be used without prior, written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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One hundred years from now, all large animals have become extinct except for a handful of animals left in zoos and other preserves. Two hundred years from today, genetic engineering has advanced to the point where animal species can not only be recreated but modified to meet any desire. Two hundred and fifty years from today, the New Animals or Neo-Mals are the playthings of the Rich. They have the physical characteristics of feral animals but are endowed with a human level intellect and telepathy to communicate with their owners.

Eighteen-months-old is a very important date for a Neo-Mal. It is when they legally become an adult. It is also when they start to crave the desires implanted by their owners in their minds and bodies when they were created.

I brought home Leona when she was a ball of fur barely two-weeks-old. Now, she was a beautiful young lioness. On this special day, I invited many of my friends to bring their Neo-Mals over for a play date and a party. The day went exceedingly well with Leona being the center of attention of all the felines and humans. It was well into night before the last of our visitors left.

We turned off the lights and headed for bed. Leona took her accustomed spot on the Emperor-sized bed as I disrobed.

_Thank you, Master,_she said to me through our telepathic link.

"You are welcome. I am very happy that you enjoyed it," I replied. I reached out and stroked her head. She playfully shook off my hand before giving it a couple of quick licks.

I did, she replied. I was just expecting...

Her thoughts trailed off, but I knew what she was thinking.

"You thought that I was going to give you to the males and have them gang rape you while we all watched. Maybe even have some of the females get their muzzles under your tail to clean you out and get you off," I finished for her.

I slipped my left hand under her tail and ran my fingers over her slit. They came away wet. I rubbed them over her nose. She started to lick them, removing her own juices from my skin.

"Am I right?" I asked.

Yes! she replied.

After a moment she asked,Why didn't you?

"Because I, and I alone, am going to take your virginity tonight," I responded.

Leona's ears perked up, and she turned her face towards me. Before she could say or do anything, I commanded her, "Head around! Look at yourself in the mirror!"

Obediently, Leona turned around. The tip of her tail twitching back and forth revealed her extreme state of anticipation and perhaps anxiety.

I crawled onto Leona's back, just behind her shoulders, and sat down. Her pelt was hot against the naked skin of my inner thighs. Her body was big enough that my knees did not touch the bed as I bent my legs back.

I leaned forward and placed my forearms across the top of Leona's head. I stared into her eyes in the mirror. The golden orbs looked back unflinchingly.

"You were created to be my pleasure slave, Leona. They filled you with all sorts of kinks and desires for me. Some you know, most you do not. They made your skin incredibly tough. I probably could not cut you with a knife. At the same time, it is incredibly sensitive.

"They also gave you one more thing. Something that most of your friends do not have.

"Free Will.

"You can decide for yourself if you want to play with me or not. I cannot force you. But if you say yes, we are going to start playing very adult games tonight," I told her.

"Do you want to play?" I asked her after a moment's pause.

Yes, Master! She replied enthusiastically. I know what you want. I've seen the videos and images on the Net. Some of my older friends have told me about their play with their owners and other Neo-Mals. I want it!

I looked at her and asked with feigned anger, "Have you been bypassing the Neo-Mal content controls again?"

That caught her up short. She had not considered the implications of her words carefully. She had been ordered not to do this on several occasions. Now she had just admitted to doing so again.

Several seconds passed before she replied in a small mental voice,Yes, Master.

"I am going to use that as a pretext to punish you, if you say yes again," I told Leona. "It will be a full, adult punishment session this time, since you are now an adult. Not the mild slap on the butt you received as a cub.

"Do you still want to play, having some idea what I am going to do to you?" I asked.

Yes, Master! Leona replied just as enthusiastically as a few moments before.

"Open your mouth wide," I told her. "Continue to look straight forward."

I got off of Leona and went to a recently installed cabinet. I unlocked it and opened it to reveal a large variety of Neo-Mal sex toys. Dead center was a large gag designed specifically for Leona. I took it off its hook and returned to the bed. I crawled onto Leona's back again.

The roughly ball shaped gag had slots to accommodate Leona's large teeth, but it filled the rest of her mouth completely. It forced her mouth open to a point just short of being painful. I pushed it completely into her mouth and admired the dark red plastic filling her muzzle to overflowing in the mirror headboard. Two sets of straps went behind her head to secure the gag deep into her mouth. Two more sets of straps wrapped around her muzzle to keep it closed around the gag. A third set of straps ran from the front strap on her muzzle back between her eyes and ears to the strap at the base of her skull. Several D-rings were attached to the harness at strategic locations.

"Remain silent," I commanded her. "You may not speak until I let you."

From the cabinet, I took out four heavy mittens designed to go over lion paws.

"On your back!" I instructed Leona.

My lioness flipped over, but she had rolled out of easy reach.

"Stay on your back, but wriggle over to the edge of the bed," I ordered her.

It took a little bit of effort, but she managed to work her way over to near the edge of the bed. The mattress sagged under her weight, but she did not fall off the bed.

The black leather mittens went over her forepaws first. I buckled them on tightly. I saw her extend and retract her claws several times before settling down. I attached a karabiner to the D-ring on the bottom front of her gag. I pushed her paws down and secured them to the gag using rings set in the sides of the mittens and the karabiner. She was forced into a praying position. Her position also forced her to look down the length of her body and watch what I was doing to her.

The other two mittens went over her back paws. She again extended and retracted her claws, apparently testing the covers. I used a spreader bar taken from the cabinet to force her rear legs wide open, exposing her belly.

I paused and looked down at Leona. She raised her eyes and looked up at me.

"Three things can happen now.

"The first is nothing. We can stop, and I will remove these restraints.

"The second is simple sex. We can leave these on or take them off as you desire.

"The third is something kinky. I will not tell you what it is, but you have some idea.

"You may speak one and only one word. Stop, sex or kinky."

Leona immediately replied eagerly,Kinky!

Programmed for these activities or not, she seemed to be enjoying and even desiring this type of fun. I was more than happy to oblige her.

I ran my right hand over her belly. Her six dark brown nipples sprang to life. I played with them for several minutes until they were good and hard. I could hear Leona whimper every so often at my touch. I could tell that she was reveling in my attentions.

I stopped playing with her erect nipples and went back to the cabinet. I took out six clover clamps and several short pieces of light rope. I placed one of these heavy, chrome plated clamps on each of her nipple facing towards the center of her belly. There was no pressure on her teats, but the clamps were apparently cold. She jumped and her skin twitched as the metal pressed gently against her naked flesh.

I ran the first piece of rope through the rings on the base of each of the clover clamps starting at her foremost nipples and working backwards. I strung the rope through the rings as if I were placing a shoestring through eyelets of a shoe. I pulled the rope tight. The clover clamps closed hard on her nipples. The tension of the rope also pulled her nipples inwards, stretching them.

In her bound position, Leona was forced to watch as I tugged on the rope. I saw out of the corner of my eyes that she was watching my every move. Equally important to me, the corners of her lips curved upwards in an unconscious smile. I gave a tight smile of my own at that sight. Despite my kinky, dominant desires, I wanted my Neo-Mal lioness to have fun as well.

The second length of rope crisscrossed her belly, securing her front and rear nipples in a diagonal pattern. I pulled them tight, and her nipples were stretched even further.

The third and final piece of rope joined the clamps on her center nipples. She moaned as I secured the rope tight.

I stepped back and surveyed my work. The white ropes crisscrossing her belly were a nice complement to her buff belly fur. I had stretched her nipples to over two inches in length, more than double their normal fully-erect length. The clamps had compressed the ends of her nipples severely as well. It was a rather heady sight for one who enjoys nipple clamps and their effects.

I looked at Leona's slit. Her labia were swollen. The fur around her pussy was drenched. There was a long line of wet fur going down from her cunt over her tail hole. It split at the base of her tail and went down both sides before created a small puddle on the sheets.

I reached out and rubbed one of Leona's clamped nipples. She made no noise, but I was rewarded with a small spurt of nectar from her vagina. It landed on the underside of her tail and added to the wetness.

"Turn over onto your belly," I told my lioness.

Leona looked at me in near disbelief. I stared back at her until she dropped her eyes in unspoken submission and tried to roll over. It took several tries, but eventually she managed to get onto her belly. She was breathing hard by the time that she came to rest again. I was not sure how much of it was from her exertions and how much was from the sensations that had to be coming from her nipples.

The cabinet yielded several more items. I tossed a three-and-a-half foot long fiberglass cane on the bed beside Leona. She stared at it hard as I took out a tail cuff and a heavy collar.

"Eyes forward!" I directed her sharply. She quickly complied.

I mounted Leona's back again and took up a position on top of her shoulders. I undid her light everyday collar that served primarily as her identification and tossed it well off to the side. Losing it seemed to temporarily distress her, but she said nothing. I buckled on the much heavier black leather collar. It was several inches high and restricted the movements of her neck. She seemed to like the feel of the firm black leather band around her neck.

I picked up the cane and swung it back and forth several times. Leona's ears twitched as she listened to the loud whistle of the cane cutting through the air.

I leaned forward and growled into Leona's left ear, "You have been a bad lioness, and now you are going to be punished!"

I waited a few moments. She made no protest nor asked for mercy. I took that to be acquiescence.

I raised the cane and brought it down sharply on her right flank. Her skin was incredibly tough, but it was also quite sensitive. Leona jumped at the pain from the blow. She half raised her haunches.

"Down!" I ordered her sharply.

It took a moment, but she complied.

I delivered a series of over a dozen strokes to Leona's flanks. I did not spare her. The blows were strong and no doubt caused her considerable pain. She was hard pressed to remain still and was soon wriggling beneath me. I rode her much as a jockey rides a horse in a race.

When I was done for the moment, I rolled off of Leona's shoulders. I took up the tail cuff and secured it just behind her tuft. I pulled her tail tip forward until it reached the D-ring set on the back of her gag. I snapped the tail cuff onto a D-ring using a clasp. She was forced to arch her tail up over her back and almost run it along her spine.

I glanced at Leona's nether regions. If she had been damp before, she was totally soaked with her own nectar now. The sheets and mattress were having trouble absorbing all the moisture from her wellsping of juices.

I picked up the cane and rapped it smartly against the mattress a couple of times to get her attention again. She glanced back over her shoulder at me.

"Raise your ass in the air," I told her.

Leona did as I ordered.

I pressed the cane against her butt, just below her ass hole. She whimpered a bit. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. She said nothing to try to stop me, so I returned my attention back to her butt. I brought the cane back. After just a momentary pause to build her anticipation, I whacked her ass with it sharply. Leona roared. At first I thought it was from pain, but then I saw the unmistakable stream of her honey falling to the bed. The blow had caused her to orgasm, just as she was programmed to do. The intensity of the orgasm seemed to far exceed her programming, though. Apparently her body was responding to my not-so-tender attentions better than anticipated.

I delivered another dozen hard strokes to Leona's ass. I ran from the point where her thighs just came together all the way up to the base of her tail. I struck directly over her slit and tail hole several times. Those blows, which no doubt hurt some of her most sensitive areas, only caused her to cum.

When I was done, I set aside the cane. I crawled onto the bed behind Leona and grabber her tail at the base.

"Now, you lose your virginity," I informed her.

She looked back over her shoulders. There was a pleading in her eyes, but not for mercy or kindness but for me to do her as quickly as I could. I did not disappoint her, as I could barely contain my own lust by then. I rammed my hips forward. My penis pierced her hymen and thrust deep into her vagina. I was met by her buttocks being thrust back at me.

Leona's genetic design had included some modifications to her sex organs. It adjusted interior muscles and ligaments to match what it found entering her vagina. As a result, while I was not as large as an adult lion, my penis filled her completely, and we both received considerable pleasure from the friction between our flesh. I ran my shaft in and out over her clitoris. She screamed and climaxed repeatedly. Unable to contain myself, I orgasmed as well. Wad after wad of sperm erupted from my knob and painted the inside of her vagina and uterine. After my first load, I was still hard, so I kept thrusting until I had a second and even third orgasm. Only then did my cock slowly wilt.

By the time that I was done, I was soaked with feline femfur juices from my waist down. Leona's half of the bed was drenched in her honey, and the smell of her arousal filled the bedroom. I was nearly reeling from the intensity of my orgasms. I leaned forward and rested my body on Leona for several minutes as I recovered. I enjoyed her hot pelt and the rise and fall of her body as she breathed hard from all the orgasms she had experienced.

When I recovered my strength, I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, leaving Leona secured in her bindings. I returned to find her looking at me with big, puppy-dog eyes. It was clear that she wanted more, but I had other plans already made.

I went to the cabinet and took out a medium-size dildo shaped like a lion's tool. It was anatomically correct all the way down to the veins and barbs. I also grabbed a harness for it.

I held the dildo up in front of Leona's eyes and told her, "This was supposedly life-cast from a male lion Neo-mal stud. I can certainly believe it.

"It's going into your pussy and staying there overnight."

Leona's eyes widened. She started to shift her buttocks away from me, but I stopped her with a sharp glance. After a short pause, she shifted her haunches back towards me and raised her bottom. She stared into the mirror above our bed as she waited for me to do as I pleased to her body.

I used no lubricant. There was absolutely no need for it. I started to shove the phallic device into Leona's cunny. Her vagina reacted to the barbs as designed and adjusted to accept the feline shaft. She arched her back and adopted a swayback position, much as she would if a male lion was mating her. I pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her pussy until she came with another roar. I slammed it into her body with a sharp smack from the heel of my hand. That set her off again.

The straps on the harness went around the base of the dildo. One strap went up a few inches before slitting to go around her tail hole and the base of her tail. Another went down under her belly. The lower strap ended in a wide cross strap that encircled her waist I belted it on tight and then pulled the top straps through buckles on her back to secure them in place. When I was done, it was impossible for Leona to expel the dildo that filled her cunt.

As the final torment, I turned the dial located in the base of the dildo until it gave a single click. There was a low hum as the vibrator embedded in the hard plastic shaft began to quiver. Unfortunately for Leona, the pulsations were insufficient to bring her to orgasm. They only served to arouse her and promote intense sexual frustration.

I tapped Leona's exposed tail hole with my fingers.

"Tomorrow morning," I told her, "I am going to butt fuck you."

My lioness actually pressed backwards against my hand to show her approval of her fate and desire to have me penetrate her bottom. I was tempted to take her then and there, but I wanted her to spend the entire night in expectation of what was to come in the morning. It should lead to quite a response when I finally covered her.

I crawled onto my side of the bed and turned off the lights.

Master? I heard a small telepathic voice say.

"Yes, Leona?" I replied. While she was technically disobeying her orders, I wanted to know what she had to say and gauge her condition.

Thank you for a wonderful birthday night. I've never cum so many times and so hard! she told me.

I rolled over and snuggled up against her hot body. I put my right arm over her shoulders.

"I'm glad you liked it. Now try to get some rest," I told her. With a grin, I added, "I think you are going to need it tomorrow morning!"

I'll rest, but I am sure that I am not going to sleep between that thing you put in my cunny and thoughts of you taking me in my other hole tomorrow morning! she told me emphatically and happily.

It looked like tomorrow morning would be a good morning.