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The Old Ball and Chain

By Danath

Frederick - not Fred - glanced at the clock. Half an hour until the day was over. The slim red squirrel clocked in at five-foot-six and 115 pounds. The desk he sat at in his cubicle made him appear even smaller. Frederick stared at his screen, clicking and adjusting numbers in the never-ending series of spreadsheets he called up. The life of an accountant was never boring, he thought, as he adjusted figures and checked the results versus his hardcopy. Frederick wore a smart dark blue suit, with a matching vest and red bowtie. Large glasses sat at the end of the short bridge of his muzzle.

An orange, black, and white head popped up over the wall of his cubicle.

"Frederick! Coming to the bar with us after work? Melinda's gonna give us rides home after."

The tiger rested his large paws on the wall of the cubicle as he peered over at the squirrel.

"Sorry, Toby. Going shopping with the wife."

The tiger grinned. "The old ball and chain, huh? No sweat - maybe next time."

The tiger was about to retreat back to his cubicle, but stopped when an attractive, busty lioness in a short black skirt and pink, long-sleeved sweater appeared in the open entrance to Frederick's cube. She was a few inches over six feet tall, with a gorgeous, proud golden face and deep brown eyes. The lioness's brown tufted tail swung back and forth behind her, demonstrating her pleasure, as she leaned over Frederick from behind and hugged the squirrel tightly. Toby watched with some jealousy as the feline's heavy breasts spread around the squirrel's head, hiding his entire face from view.

When Frederick emerged from the pink cotton, he turned around and smiled. "Natalie! Wasn't expecting to see you here!"

The lioness purred and leaned over, planting a kiss on the squirrel's cheek. Toby tried not to stare as her round, plump rump stretched out the fabric of the miniskirt. With her black high heels accentuating the curves on display, he found it more difficult than would be normal for him.

"Toby, this is Natalie, my wife. I'm not sure you two have met."

Natalie smiled and nodded at Toby, though it was clear where her attentions really lay. "Pleased to meet you," she said, a bit perfunctorily, before turning her attention back to Frederick. She nuzzled his nose and kissed his cheek again. "I know it's not quite quitting time, but do you think you could get out of here early?"

Frederick checked the clock on his computer. "Sure thing, hon," he said. "Give me a few minutes and I'll meet you out in the lobby."

The lioness was all smiles as she left, rump swaying hypnotically behind her on the way. Frederick leaned back in his chair, watching her go. Toby, still staring, started and glanced at Frederick.

"That's some wife you got!" he said, hoping the squirrel hadn't noticed him staring. Not that he was the only one: he counted at least six heads poking up above their cubicle walls along the hallway the lioness strode down.

Frederick grinned. "She's one in a million. I'm a lucky guy."

"Sure are. See you later, Frederick."

The squirrel's computer shut down and he stood up, stretching his arms above his head. His glasses slid down a bit and he propped them back up with his finger. His large bushy tail twitched behind him as he left the cubicle. Toby watched him go.

"Now how does a guy like that get a girl like her?" he wondered.

* * *

Natalie leaned into Frederick, purring loudly. A pair of empty plates sat on the table in front of them. They were at their favorite Italian restaurant, snuggled together in one of the booths, whispering and laughing to each other when the waiter arrived with the bill. Frederick ignored the surprised look he gave them as he set down the check - he knew what people thought when they saw a nerdy guy like him with a smoking hot lioness like Natalie, but he didn't care. It bothered him at first, but he was the one with her, not any of them.

Besides, they probably wouldn't be able to handle her.

Sharp claws pricked his thigh under the table as he signed the receipt and took his card back from the waiter. He grinned at the lioness as the waiter left.

"How was your day, by the way?" he asked.

Natalie snorted and rolled her eyes. "Judge postponed again. Defense is stalling." Her lips spread in a predatory smile. "Don't worry, though. They know they're losing. It's almost time for me to strike, but not quite yet..."

Frederick's eyes widened as the lioness's claws pricked his thigh just a touch harder, but he smiled. Natalie always turned into a hunter when the case was about to close, which, if previous experience were anything to go by, meant a fun night ahead. He reached up and stroked his fingers behind Natalie's round ear, gently easing her muzzle down to his for a quick kiss.

They left the restaurant soon after. Frederick drove, owing to Natalie's two glasses of wine. They traded driving duties, but when they got back home, Natalie made two fresh drinks while Frederick disappeared into the bedroom. The lioness carried the rum and sodas into the living room and flipped on the television, then flopped onto the couch, sighing as she set down the glasses on the coffee table.

Frederick appeared a few moments later. Natalie's growl echoed through the room, drowning out the low noise of the television in the background. The red squirrel stretched his arms over his head, hips jutting out, a naughty pose, especially considering his attire: a pair of lacy, frilly pink underwear attached to feminine white pantyhose. It clung to his thin calves and narrow thighs, while the underwear accentuated his hips and smooth belly. A matching pink bra clung to his flat chest. Frederick had even gone to the trouble of putting on bright red lipstick. Were it not for the excited bulge in the panties, he'd be passable as a female, as long as he used the right scented perfumes.

Natalie sat up on the couch, the growl growing deep in her throat as Frederick came closer. The red squirrel's hips swung saucily back and forth, tail going the opposite direction behind his head. The lioness leaned back on the sofa and spread her legs as Frederick approached and knelt in front of her. The crossdressing male breathed hard as he leaned forward and pressed his muzzle into Natalie's belly, his chest between her thighs. Small red paws tugged on her sweater, pulling it up and over the lioness's chest, revealing her heavy teardrops. The squirrel's muzzle passed across her bra, teasing at the nipples beneath, all while the large feline growled with anticipation.

Frederick's paws cupped Natalie's bra for a moment before dropping to her sides. He worked his fingers into her pelt, enjoying the feel of her muscular body beneath. She growled again, louder, and he quickly leaned back, then lower, before shoving his head between her thighs, under her skirt.

Natalie's hips shifted and her toes curled as Frederick went to work. She gasped, moaned, and clutched the back of the squirrel's head, fingers rubbing over his sensitive ears. She gazed down at his backside, enjoying the view of his big tail swinging back and forth as his muzzle worked busily beneath the skirt.

Frederick moaned inside the warm depths of the lioness's golden thighs. He loved the way she moved around, shifting, rubbing her legs against his head and face. Natalie pulled the skirt up, over the squirrel's head, and shuddered with pleasure as he pulled his head back. He licked his lips and grinned up at the lioness, just able to see her face around the swells of her chest when she leaned forward.

"That's a good little bitch," Natalie growled. Frederick enjoyed a little dirty talk and she was more than happy to oblige. "Now show me how much you love my cock."

The squirrel groaned as he leaned forward. Both paws caressed the powerful, thick male shaft jutting up from Natalie's hips. The lioness's shaft was hard, throbbing, covered in squirrel saliva, and oozing clear pre-cum from the broad tip. Frederick pressed his lips over the crown, moaning as he felt a dribble of pre-cum spurt onto his tongue. He swallowed eagerly.

Natalie gripped the back of his head in her paws. Her heavy balls roiled, white-furred nuts jostling in the black panties stretching around the base of her thick sheath. Golden paws shoved Frederick down, forcing the squirrel to deep throat all thirteen inches of her pulsing shaft. Inch after inch of hard red flesh disappeared down the squirrel's bulging throat, until his nose pressed into the lioness's musky crotch.

"Oh, yes... that's a good girl... good girl!" Natalie crooned. Her claws teased Frederick's ears as the crossdressing squirrel bobbed his head, gag reflex long suppressed. He swallowed rhythmically, grunting and breathing through his nose when he could. The lioness moved his head for him, shoving him up and down, up and down, moaning with pleasure every time her erection sunk deep into his willing muzzle.

Eventually, however, a new desire overcame Natalie. She pulled Frederick off her shaft slowly, enjoying the sight of the small male's lips stretching around her fat shaft. He tried to go back down immediately, but Natalie pushed him away and stood up. Frederick remained kneeling in front of her, gazing up at the strong feline with adoration in his eyes. He loved seeing her like this, his Amazonian wife, standing proud, huge cock dripping in front of his face, breasts rising and falling with every deep breath, straining against the bra cupping them. She reached behind her back and the bra fell away, allowing the heavy 36-DDs to rest heavily on her chest, sagging remarkably little, a demonstration of her physical fitness. Her belly rippled as she slid her hips back and forth, dragging her 13-inch length across the squirrel's face, leaving his red fur damp and sticky.

"My little girl looks so pretty!" Natalie purred, though a growl of lust underlined her words. She grabbed the back of Frederick's head and tipped it back; he opened his muzzle and closed his eyes as she pawed at her cock with her free hand. His fingers pulled on her panties, freeing her heavy balls, which he rolled around in his palms. "Mmmmfff! Goo... good girl!"

Natalie's words were a struggle to get out, though the orgasm that swept over her was not. Jets of warm, sticky cum splattered around Frederick's open muzzle. The squirrel's pink delicates strained as his erection filled them... and then some. Soon his length was curling over on itself inside the silk, until the head wrapped around his tennis ball-sized nuts, severely wrapped by the fabric. The little squirrel's package was even larger than Natalie's, at fourteen inches long, and it appeared even larger on his small, thin frame. The lioness's chest jiggled as shi continued to spurt, filling the squirrel's open muzzle several times over. He swallowed what he could, though more ran over his chin and down his neck, soaking into the plush tufts of chest fur poking up between the cups of the bra he wore.

Natalie finished with a few nice splatters on the squirrel's face and nose, making sure her scent would be on him the rest of the night. Satisfied he knew his place, she picked him up by the shoulders and deposited him on the couch, on his back, legs spread down the cushions.

"Such a good little slut deserves a treat, don't you think?" Natalie asked.

Frederick moaned and squirmed with excitement, lips smacking and tongue working to collect as much of his wife's thick seed as he could get. The lioness got on the couch, kneeling between his legs, fingers toying with his panties. His package throbbed, straining the stitching, as her claws tickled their way up and down the smooth silk.

"Should I take these off?" Natalie asked, continuing to tease her moaning, shifting husband.

"Ummmmffff... please!"

"Please what?"

"Please... please... mistress!"

"That's a good bitch."

A large wet spot appeared on Frederick's panties as the squirrel's arousal increased. Natalie always knew just how to push his buttons. She was more than happy with his fetish for dressing up and his naturally submissive ways. She'd spent hours training him, teasing him, and working him over, and he'd loved every moment of it. They complemented each other nicely.

Natalie palmed Frederick's thick package once more, squeezing shaft and balls together in a tight embrace, before relenting and freeing the growing length. The lioness's ears twitched at the soft moans and squeaks the squirrel made as she carefully pulled the hem of the feminine pink panties down around the straining bulge, until at long last the fat, thick shaft flexed outwards and slapped back against Frederick's skinny, smooth belly. Natalie never got tired of seeing it: a delicate pink, with healthy veins running the length; throbbing urethra distending the skin; and a gradual swell to the whole thing starting midway up, making it nice and fat all the way through.

The lioness couldn't resist a little taste. Leaning down, she licked her way up the length, eliciting a few more squeaks from her husband, whose paws clutched at the sofa cushions beneath him. His hips lifted into the air of their own accord as her tongue pressed along the throbbing urethra, sending shivers up and down his spine. Clear pre-cum pumped steadily from the tip - a tasty treat the lioness scooped up on her tongue. The big feline was already hard again as she hooked her arms under Frederick's knees and straddled his large, bushy tail. It curled up around her lower back, and she wrapped her own thin tail around it. Her hips slid forward, nudging the tip of her thirteen-inch length between the squirrel's tight, firm bottom. Frederick made even more visceral noises as his wife pushed forward, spreading him open easily.

"Such a... such a tight little bitch!" Natalie gasped. Her slick, wet cock pumped in heavily, grinding to the hilt in a few powerful thrusts. Her large paws grasped Frederick's shoulder and hip as his legs bent backwards while she leaned forward. His feet pushed past the sides of her head as the lioness went to work.

The couch moaned beneath them as her weight went back and forth, back and forth. Frederick clutched at her neck, moaning and gasping, begging for more as her hot breath washed over his face. The flexible squirrel's rump stretched open, clenching tightly around the invading member. His short claws scratched through Natalie's neck fur as he pulled her down again him. Their lips met for a passionate kiss, though the lioness's rough tongue was soon shoving into Frederick's muzzle. The squirrel's nostrils flared as his wife pounded his rump, filling him over and over with warm, thick lioness shaft. His own hard erection, meanwhile, was pressed flat against his belly, reaching all the way up to his sternum, just past his small nipples. Natalie's heavy chest dragged over his length, inadvertently teasing him further as their kiss continued.

The lioness's hips pumped in hard and stayed there. Frederick shuddered, body aching for release. His cock jerked, but he didn't cum, not even when Natalie pulled her head back, arched her body, and roared with pleasure as a second orgasm overwhelmed her. Frederick watched, eyes wide, belly bulging as she emptied a second load, just as large as the first, into his body. Both golden paws clamped around his hips, holding him tight; her thighs twitched, making her jerk, pumping an inch or so in and out rapidly. Frederick's tight, warm rump squeezed down around her shaft, milking every last drop, though much of it ended up dripping down his cheeks and soaking into the couch cushions.

Natalie was hardly finished before her long, low growls filled the room again. Frederick's ears went flat to his skull as the lioness pulled out roughly. Thick cum drizzled from his stretched tail hole as she dropped his legs and scooted up, straddling his hips instead. As her warm, powerful thighs squeezed his cock and hips, the small squirrel gasped and jerked against her heavy weight.

"Oh, you're so hard!" Natalie said, teasing Frederick's throbbing length with a single finger, careful not to push him over the edge. "Such a naughty little girl..."

"M... mistress!"

"That's right... and you don't cum until I tell you to," Natalie said, grinning hugely as she lifted her hips and reached beneath, grasping her husband's length and positioning it between her thighs.

Natalie never tired of the feeling of the small, skinny squirrel's incredible maleness stretching open her aching pussy. It throbbed against the interior walls, scraping along her G-spot, filling her more than any other male could. Her paws grasped at his chest, squeezing the bra into his fur as she dropped her hips, taking his entire fourteen-inch python in one go. Frederick's muzzle opened and he arched his body, though he was already pinned to the cushions and couldn't move much.

Slick sounds of lovemaking echoed in the room, complemented by various lewd encouragements and growls from the lioness, and excited moans and squeaks from the squirrel. Frederick grit his teeth as his wife pumped her hips over his shaft, driving herself onto it again and again. Her cock flopped against his belly, semi-hard and warm, still dripping thick seed. His paws stretched to her chest, palming her heavy breasts, rolling the orbs in his paws, pinching at her fat, puffy nipples as she growled down at him encouragingly.

The squirrel had to cum. He had to cum so hard he couldn't think of anything else. His breath caught in his throat as he tried to put his need into words.

"M... mistress... plea... please! Let me... cum!"

Natalie watched as her husband's muzzle contorted into an agonized look of pleasure. Her first feminine orgasm of the night quickly approached... she pawed at Frederick's body, groping at his chest and sides, as she rode the pleasure to it's very height. Just before the crescendo, her lips parted.

"Cum for me, bitch!" she gasped.

Her hips slammed down, taking her husband's erection one more time. The squirrel's eyes closed and his fingers clutched at Natalie's thick hips. The lioness shuddered as his orgasm filled her, driving her into the throes of her own massive climax. The two cried out simultaneously, bucking and moving against each other, as more thick cum soaked into the cushions. Natalie's paw shifted to her belly, clutching her stomach as she felt Frederick's very, very productive glands dumping load after load of warm seed deep inside of her. She purred, moaning, as the climax faded, and leaned forward to kiss Frederick again. The squirrel kissed back weakly as her breasts smothered his chest.

Without having to move, Frederick's semi-hard length pulled itself free of Natalie's clutching pussy. Down to around ten inches, it hung over, drizzling cum onto the couch just past his tight ball sac. Natalie's purrs and nibbles made his body tingle as they relaxed together, with the lioness nearly smothering the squirrel's much smaller body.

"You sure you didn't want to go to the bar with your friends from work?" Natalie asked after some minutes had passed.

Frederick shivered as her powerful arms squeezed him in close. Her tongue slid along his neck and he moaned out loud.

"This... is so much better," he gasped.

"In that case," Natalie said, her voice a hoarse whisper in his ear, "it's time for you to roll over and show me that hot little ass of yours again..."

Frederick panted hard as he felt her shove her fully aroused shaft against his belly. The thirteen-inch length felt hot and heavy. He grinned and opened his eyes, staring up into the proud leonine face of his wife.

"Yes, mistress..."

The end.