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Natalie walked tall, proud and regal in manner, down the wide hall of the large mall. Shoppers milled about, hundreds of people all out to score deals on a busy Saturday afternoon. The lioness wore a V-neck t-shirt that plunged down her cleavage and a pair of tight blue jeans. They cupped her rump, accentuating her feminine curves. Her brown-tufted tail swung up, hovering like a question mark behind her so as not to accidentally hit a passing shopper. Natalie raised her eyes, reading the names of various stores, until she spotted the one she was after.

"Ah! There it is!"

The large lioness grasped the hand of her husband, Frederick. The thin, small red squirrel was more than a foot shorter than his wife, who also had over a hundred pounds on him in weight. His feet nearly left the floor as she pulled him along behind her through the crowds. Frederick's dainty pink high heels scraped on the tile underfoot, and his lacy, frilly dress fluttered around his hips. White stockings ended mid-thigh, showing off his slim physique. The dress hung over his shoulders with broad blue straps. The front of the blue dress curved over a slightly accentuated chest, though it was all just tissue. Lower, the flat blue fabric adopted white polka dots around the waist and on down the skirt, ending in the frilly pink trim. The red squirrel's lips were painted bright red, though the rest of his makeup was much more restrained, with just a few tints around the eyes. Silver earrings hung from his ears and his large red tail flicked behind him, curled at the tip, held down by the weight of the dress in the back.

The store Natalie pulled her husband into was called "Sinsations," a lingerie and swimwear store. Natalie browsed the racks, occasionally pulling shimmering silk panties or delicate white shifts out to hold up against Frederick. The red squirrel blushed as she murmured a few words of praise.

"Ooh, you'd look nice in this one... or this one..." The lioness purred and leaned in close. "And if you were wearing this one, I'd fuck that cute little rump of yours right here..."

"Hi there! Can I help you find anything today?"

Frederick snatched a complicated bit of undergarment: black, lace-topped stockings attached with small silver clasps to a pair of matching black panties, which were mostly see-through, as well as a black bra with silver straps, four from each corner, running over the shoulders and across the backside to attach to the opposite cups far side, for a nice and dramatic effect.

"Can I try this one on?" Frederick asked, pitching his voice slightly higher. He could sense Natalie tense besides him.

"Of course! Right this way."

The salesperson led Frederick and Natalie to the changing rooms. There were four in all, set into private alcoves in the back of the store, all lined up down a small white hallway. Frederick thanked the salesperson and slipped into the stall at the very end. Natalie waited at the entrance eagerly, a growing fire in her deep brown eyes. Her long tail twitched and, despite herself, a prominent bulge grew in the front of her hip-hugging jeans, big enough to stretch the waistband out, allowing a clear view down into her stuffed denims.

Unable to wait any longer, Natalie stole a quick glance around to make sure she wasn't observed, then slipped down the hallway. Frederick's small changing room door was unlocked. Another moment, and the large lioness was inside, back do the door, closing and locking it behind her. She licked her lips and growled under breath.

Frederick stood in front of a tall mirror, arms on his head, hips jutting to the side. The panties and stockings fit him perfectly and the bra cupped his small chest, accentuating his narrow belly and slim hips. His tail lifted, flicked, and lowered teasingly, offering a glimpse of his tight, round rump.

"What was that you were saying earlier?" he asked, a definite note of defiant teasing in his voice.

Natalie growled again, slightly louder, though her ears flicked back to listen in case anyone else came in. She moved forward, crossing the distance to Frederick in a single step, and shoved him forward against the mirror. His paws splayed on the smooth glass as she kicked his legs apart. Her paws roughly grasped at his rump, squeezing and teasing as he struggled not to cry out.

His ears twitched as the sound of her zipper fly pulling down reached him and a small moan escaped his lips. His arms extended straight out as the large lioness hovered behind him, one paw supporting her on the glass, next to Frederick's, and the other fishing her thirteen-inch maleness free of her tight jeans. The squirrel shuddered as she let the fat length flop against his lower back, pushing into his tail, already thickening up, hardening in moments.

Natalie prodded Frederick's cheeks with the tip, nestling it up against his tight hole. Pre-cum oozed out, providing more than enough lubrication as the horny lioness gripped the right side of Frederick's hip with her large paw and pulled him back. A loud moan came rolling out of the squirrel's muzzle and Natalie grunted. She'd have to take care of that.

"Noisy little slut," she whispered, still grinding her shaft forward. "Be careful or they'll catch us..."

Frederick whimpered and his head drooped. The black lace panties struggled with the squirrel's arousal. Despite his smaller physique, he was a full inch longer than his wife, and thicker to boot. His shaft coiled around itself and his heavy nuts as the lioness's shaft worked into his guts, filling him up as only Natalie could. The lioness lifted her paw from Frederick's hip and used it to pull her pants and cotton panties down, where she kicked them off her feet. Using her toes, she acrobatically lifted the panties to her paw, then shoved them roughly into the squirrel's muzzle, forming a musk-laden gag. The squirrel's rump clenched down hard as he tasted her arousal on the fabric, though it did muffle the noises he couldn't help but make.

"Fuck... you're so pretty when you get dressed up... a good little bitch," Natalie whispered, her voice a low growl, her teeth an inch or less from Frederick's twitching ears. The squirrel whimpered through the gag as his cock flexed inside the too-small panties. Natalie's cock ground in deeper, until her hips nestled up against Frederick's backside. The squirrel's body milked her shaft expertly as she wrapped an arm round his chest. Her fingers dug into his side as she gripped his thigh with her other paw and lifted him up into the air. His legs splayed as she dropped him, letting gravity do its thing. The cross-dressing squirrel's slutty whimpers were probably audible from outside the changing room, but Natalie didn't care much at this point. Frederick's feet bounced up and down as the lioness worked her hips, thrusting and lifted and dropping him again and again.

"My hot little slut... so well-trained! So... so... unnnnhhh!"

Natalie's dirty talk ended abruptly as the lioness came. Her fat, softball-sized nuts deposited copious amounts of warm lion seed into Frederick's squirming body. She let gravity pull him down all the way, until her sheath was squeezed down by her husband's tight little rump. She loves this moment the most: the feel of Frederick's smooth, lithe body, thrusting and wriggling and squirming, milking her cock as she came deep inside of him... it was the best feeling.

Cum ran down the back of Frederick's legs, staining his stockings. The lioness came hard, grunting softly as she humped upwards, keeping her erection deep inside the moaning, feminine male. Eventually, however, she relented, and lowered Frederick to the ground. The squirrel fell onto his hands and knees, rump gaping, body shivering. A large golden paw reached down and grasped his hair, pulling on the wig he wore, forcing him to turn around. Her huge shaft thrust past his lips insistently, choking him for a moment before his throat could relax.

"Clean it off, slut. Lick it clean."

Frederick closed his eyes as her cock stretched his throat and filled his muzzle. His cheeks hollowed as he swallowed as fast he could, suckling down the last few spurts of rich, salty lion cum. His wife's erection lay over his face, smearing saliva and seed into his red fur. The squirrel's small tongue ran up and down the length, swirled around the tip, and caressed the lioness's heavy balls before Natalie was satisfied.

"That's a good little bitch," she said, her voice a low purr. Her toes lifted, pressing forward against the massive bulge straining the seams of Frederick's tight black panties. "Look at how hard you are... too bad you're not allowed to cum yet!"

The squirrel's eyes widened as the wet spot on the front of the panties grew.

"Oh, don't play dumb," Natalie said, leaning down. "You knew there'd be a punishment for this little stunt..."

A large, rough feline tongue splayed over Frederick's cheek, followed by a long, tongue-laden kiss that left the little red squirrel panting.

Natalie pulled her tight jeans up and packed away her maleness, now merely half hard. It ran along her waistline, hidden beneath her red V-neck. Satisfied she wasn't showing, she opened the door to the stall and peeked out. The coast was still clear.

"Don't take off the lingerie," Natalie growled, eyes narrowing as she examined the panting, aroused male. "You're gonna wear it to the next store. Here - I'll take the tags."

Natalie left her husband in the changing room and strutted to the front.

"We'll take it to go," she said, and the clerk nodded. It was a little unusual, but some customers wore their lingerie out of the store.

Natalie waited near the entrance after paying. Frederick appeared a few moments later. He walked slowly, a bit awkwardly, though the sway in his hips was still prominent. The black stockings had replaced the white ones from earlier, and now and again his frilly skirt would show a bit of something large and round beneath. The lioness grinned, though Frederick glared a little.

"I can't believe I let you do this to me," he muttered.

The lioness slipped her arm around her husband's hip and grinned as they began to walk down the promenade towards a women's clothing store a few dozen feet away, working their way through the busy crowd.

"You love it," Natalie replied, not moving her head to respond. "I could tell you to blow me right here in front of all these people and you would, you little slut."

Frederick looked down, cheeks burning. Natalie was right, of course. When he was dressed like this, she was in charge. And he did love it. Every moment of it. The humiliation made his cock ache all the more. He could feel a line of pre-cum roll down his thigh and used the hem of his dress to stop it from getting farther down.

"I think there are five more stores I want to go to," Natalie said. "If you're gonna act like a whore, I'm gonna dress you like one." A low rumbling purr vibrated from the lioness's side against Frederick.

The red squirrel found himself pinned against the floor of the changing room in "Le Femme Skunkette" ten minutes later. They left with a tight halter top, stretchy rump-hugging short-shorts, and an assortment of bows for Frederick's hair. A little while after that, Frederick choked down his wife's insatiable erection in the changing room at "Sun and Moon," where not only did she paint his face white, she bought him a slinky cocktail dress that hardly covered him at all. Still she didn't let him cum. His cock pointed straight up as he left, bulging from his hips to his sternum. He held the shopping bag in front of his chest as they walked, burning with shame and embarrassment should anyone notice him. Cum was pumping from his tip, soaking down the front of the blue dress.

In the last store, Natalie worked him over hard. Her powerful hips swung forward as she pulled on his wig, forcing his backside to curl as her hips pounded against his rump, burying her shaft deep inside him again and again. His own fourteen-inch snake slapped up and down against his belly, squirting cum over the floor, where it soaked into the carpet. The lioness climaxed three times - twice in the squirrel's muzzle, once in his rump - accompanied all the while by a string of degrading insults, commands, and positions.

Finally, as Frederick lay on the floor, propped up against the wall, face dripping with thick white lion seed, Natalie relented. She leaned over and slid her paw along the portion of his shaft jutting out of his soaking wet black panties. He moaned through the gag as cum dripped out of his nostrils. His eyes were wide and glassy as she fondled his turgid erection. It took only a few smooth strokes before his head tipped back and his hips pumped upwards. Jets of thick white cum burst from the huge tip, arcing over the back of Frederick's head to splatter against the wall behind him. The squirrel's moans were fortunately muffled as he shot wads of cum, jerking and shivering as Natalie's paw jerked him off.

He was a groaning, leaking mess by the time he was finished, and thick loads of cum ran down the wall behind him. Natalie stood and dressed, shoving her half-hard cock into her jeans. She grinned down at her husband, relishing the humiliation she could inflict on him.

"Such a cockslut," she purred. Her tail tip flicked back and forth as Frederick's head rested on the bushy curl of his tail. "And what a mess you've made! Time to put that muzzle to use, bitch..."

Frederick didn't understand at first. She'd already put her shaft away. Then he remembered the mess he'd made of the wall. He turned around, on hands and knees still, and leaned forward, tongue out. He licked his own thick cream from the wall, shuddering with abject humiliation as Natalie's purrs filled the changing room.

"Good girl... lick that sticky seed up like the filthy whore you are..."

Frederick's cheeks burned anew as he relished in the abuse. Natalie said a few more choice words before leaving him to finish his task alone. He considered jerking off again - his cock was still hard - but decided against it. Natalie would know - the lioness always knew. In the meantime, he had to wear the slinky cocktail dress out of the store, considering his other clothing was wet. The hem didn't even come halfway down his bulging panties, and the spaghetti straps revealed a good amount of his bra. With his high heels on, he'd never felt more like a wanton slut.

Frederick smiled at himself in the mirror, licked his lips, and picked up the bags they'd accumulated so that he could try to hide his arousal as they left. Natalie was waiting for him by the door. She held out her paw and grinned demonically.

"I'll carry those for you, hon."

Frederick's cock twitched. His fingers tightened and his breathing quickened. Natalie's grin widened.

"Yes, dear," he murmured, and passed them over.

The guys at work complained about having to shop with their wives and girlfriends. As he walked closely behind the tall, Amazonian lioness, hoping to hide himself in her large shadow, he tried to figure out what about it they didn't like. He thought shopping trips were great fun.

Natalie's tail tip brushed across his thighs, making him gasp and stumble. The lioness laughed softly as she pushed through the doors to the exit. In the car, she undid her pants and fished out her cock.

"Suck," was all the lioness had to say as she started the car. Frederick's throat was swallowing her tip before they'd even left the parking lot.

Yes, Frederick thought to himself, there really was nothing better than a trip to the mall.