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A Girly Predicament ((AGP))

Onyx peered shyly into the lobby of the ominously named 'The Last Gasp' club. He looked over the decorations of the front meeting area, which seemed to be set in an old west theme, with plenty of wood and brass, the ornate gas lights giving a warm appeal as they also kept the room intimate and dim. A smell of barbecue wafted from the kitchen, although there was few around at the current time. He knew he was looking for an African wild dog named Russel who was going to be his playmate today. But he knew little else of how this place worked. The noose emblem and decorations that gave the club it's name made him perhaps a touch nervous as well, uncertain how far he would go, if given the chance.

A head decorated with a riot of brown, white and black splotches peered into the gathering room. The rest soon following, the wild dog strong and wiry compared to the slender lion, although an inch or two shorter as well. Dressed in Black leather that clung to his rippling muscles, with a tight cod piece and chaps, and leather vest that showing off nipple piercings. A pair of spiked ankle and wrist blankets, and a brilliant pair of blue eyes above a devious grin. Onyx realized this must be the playmate he was to be with with as he blushed, the bulkier dog grinning "So, you're Onyx then... Right this way then, and feel free to call me Russell."

And with a flick of soft tail against the lion's lap the strong male lead his new playmate into the 'playroom' halls. Onyx didn't get long to peek into the other rooms, as they arrived at the first quite abruptly. A plain wooden hallway and hardwood floors, simple black door giving little idea of what is to follow. The sight inside the room, as well as the firm, muscular rump of the host, was quite inspiring though, Onyx quietly stepped in to look around.

The room was set as a vaguely Victorian age hotel bedroom, decorated with lace and silk. A magnificent four post bed covered in thick blankets sitting in one corner. While in the center of the room there was a heavy wooden chair, cushioned with large pillows and looking quite comfy. As well as perhaps secure, with hints of its use in bondage marked upon the wooden legs and arms. The lion lashed his long tail excitedly as Russel pressed his leather clad body against his back, "So, if I recall, you wanted to be a sissy lioness in peril, am I right?"

Onyx nodded with a blush, a little shiver and moan as he felt those strong hands slide up under his T-shirt, the dog whispering into his ear, "Shall we get you dressed then?" His big hands pulled the shirt up from the lion, revealing his smooth, slender chest and belly. A finger traced the lion's belly button, tickling into the hem of his pants as Russell grinned at Onyx's blushed ears.

Onyx squirmed softly as fingers stroked over his belt buckle, opening it while as the lion moaned softly. He turned to his playmate, fidgeting his toes in the carpet "Hmm, would you let me slip that codpiece down, so I can see how much you're enjoying this too?" The wild dog grinned as he nipped Onyx's ears, giving the bulged leather a teasing rub against the lion's hips.

Russell's hands unzipped the lion's pants, revealing the arousal that tented his underwear. Russel giving a soft bite upon Onyx's neck, making the lion moan loudly as fingers traced and cupped his maleness in his underwear, feeling the girth of Onyx's arousal. Russell whispered to Onyx's ear, "For you, of course I'll let you."

Russell's foot gingerly pushed the pants from Onyx's ankles, leaving him clad only in heavily bulged underwear. Leaning back as he guided the lion's slender fingers to the clasps holding the tight, bulging leather that covered him. The outfit left little to the imagination already as Onyx felt his heart race with desire, carefully pulling the black leather down to free Russel's thick, pink canid penis from that tight clothing. He helped unclasp each side of the codpiece to remove the sleek leather, leaving him in just chaps and vest, the canid arousal stiff and slick already. With a firm, lustful Russel drags Onyx's own underwear down, revealing the crimson flesh of his own leonine arousal as he was stripped nude.

Of course, the lion wasn't to be left nude for long, the powerful wild dog pulling his new partner close to lick and kiss at Onyx's eartips as he whispered, "Gonna be a very pretty lioness now, just you wait." He grinned, watching the slender male writhe softly with a blush at the attention. He turned around to a nearby toy chest, his bare rump flexing as he leaned over to show off his heavy, dangling balls while he gathered the outfit. Laying out silky stockings and full arm gloves, garters and panties, and even a corset with padding to give the illusion of cleavage, all displayed for the lion's approval. Onyx shivered at the sight of all the pink and ivory lace, silk and elastic, flushed as even a long, blond wig was added to the mix.

Russell sat on the bed besides the squirming lion, grinning to him as he opened the first stocking. "In we go," he murmured as he guided the sheer silk fabric up the lion's slender calves and thighs. The garters still limp and waiting to be secured as he ran his paw down the lion's sleek leg to smooth out the stocking. Watching that feline cock twitch as Onyx shivered in lust at being dressed up like a good girl. The stocking covered his feet as he wiggled his toes in the silky embrace. Soon the second stocking was being guided with careful, firm hands, leaving both of the lion's legs all white and silken smooth, with a pink garter and lace hem. The wild dog smiled wider when he held up a pair of panties for the male lion, watching him slide them up his silk clad thighs. Clasping the garter belt on as well over the panties so he could keep those stockings snug, while Onyx's arousal kept the pink laced panties very stiff and bulged, the front already growing slick with his precum as his heart raced.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself, it's so nice to have an enthusiastic playmate." The leather clad dog winked as he helps smooth and guide the fingerless lace gloves onto the lion's paws. The white fabric covering Onyx's arms in similar sleek silk to his stockings as the lion blushed down, watching as his panties grew more damp against his leaking cocktip. His tail lashed softly as he leaned in, shyly kissing Russel's cheek as he guided the wrinkles out of his arm coverings. "Th.. thanks, these fit incredible..." The lion blushed pink in ears, matching the lace and hems of his outfit as he looked himself over. A wider grin as a pink strapped corset was brought up, fitted to his already slender belly. The long, pink lacing grasped firmly in the wild dog's hands, as the steady tugs makes Onyx gasp for breath.

His heart races as he peered down, the soft, furry padding of the corset gave him the illusion of a small but shapely pair of breasts. The lacing intricately looped and tied off in ribbons behind him, incredibly tight, forcing Onyx to breathe heavily under the taut embrace. Though he would be panting anyways as he turned and shivered, a flush as the soft, smooth curly blond wig was settled between his ears. Clipped delicately to his ears and snugly fit to his head, with hidden supports to make it look more natural. He beamed as he looked in the body mirror, turning and posing. If it wasn't for the erection between his legs that felt like it was soon to explode, he would look like a slightly under built, boyish girl. Russell just grinned proudly, definitely a master at work to fulfill fantasies, "and I believe you were to be trapped in that chair over there, if you could settle your pretty little rear onto it."

He gives the prancing lion boy a slap on his silk clad rump as Onyx settled in. The lion dutifully pressing his ankles to the legs of the chair and his wrists to the armrests as he watched the buff, strong male pull leather straps over his wrists. A pinch of metal and leather on silk, making him wince softly as they were pinched down. Already his fingers began to tingle as he curled his toes, the second wrist soon strapped down with practiced ease. Onyx tugged and pulled curiously, slender arms struggling useless against the taut straps, while he felt the first harsh pinch of leather upon his ankles. He gasps, grunting softly as the wild dog moved with a graceful ease, experienced in getting his playmates secure before they could get second thoughts. Onyx shivering as he squirms and wriggles, bound securely to the massively heavy chair. Russell leaned in to kiss the lion abruptly, a hand rubbing his padded chest, "You're going to be a lot of fun... mmm... poor little lioness in peril. I wonder if anyone will save you though..."

Onyx squirmed and flushed, gasping as a hand slid down to cup his snugly held ballsac. His tail lashed against the chair as he panted heavily, the wild dog's breath hot against his nose. "Mmmph, um... oh, rrowr, oh no! I've been trapped, help, anyone?" he half mumbles out, distracted from his role playing by the other talented uses the wild dog was putting his fingers too. He tried to flex and spread his legs, ending up awkwardly wiggling back and forth in his seat. Russell bit Onyx's neck gently as he growls "And I know what other fantasies you want... breathless lungs and tight plastic wrapped about that pretty muzzle..."

Onyx's eyes widened. He didn't recall placing that on the request form for some play. He looked down to Russell's free paw and yelped as he saw him open a large plastic bag. The clear plastic rustled as he jerked his bound wrists. "No no no, wait, I didn't si... *mmf!*" The plastic slid over his nose and muzzle, firmly pulled down to cling against his lips and nose. He tried to suck in a breath, the thick, strong film clung to his lips, making his lungs already ache. With that practiced ease a ribbon was wrapped around his throat, as a paw roughly jerked his head back and open to expose more of the lion's throat. Onyx's eyes water in the painful grasp and airless pinch of plastic around his mouthing lips. The pink ribbon gaily holding the deadly plastic as a simple, ornate bow was tied in the pink ribbon holding the lethal bag on.

Onyx felt his heart pound in his chest, thrashing his head about when he was abruptly let go. His eyes watered in a mixture fear and pain as he listened to the steady crinkling tug and puff of the tight plastic against his lips. Each breath grew more hot, heavy, and unsatisfying as he dragged in his used air again and again. The plastic fogging up around his lips as he shook his head, long blond hair swinging back and forth from beneath the binding ribbon around his neck. The pink fabric pinched taut to his neck as he stared at the mirror that was before him. His eyes were wide, his lips gaping open, tongue pressed against the flexing plastic, but he found no relief. His cock was aching in his loins as he watched what a helpless little toy of a lion he was now, just as he always dreamed. Though he never thought that fantasy would be fulfilled, his head pounding with his pulse as his body reacted to the airless world he had been placed in.

His view of his darkening lips came to an end when Russel leaned over the frantic lion. The wild dog nestled his hot body atop Onyx's straining, fighting form, letting a hand grind and stroke the lion's pulsing arousal. He felt how incredibly stiff Onyx had gotten as he mouthed desperately for air. Russel pressed his lips to the lion's bound lips to feel the urgent puffing of breath in the plastic, back and forth against the dying male's mouth and nose. Tears formed in Onyx's eyes as his lungs burned, along with his loins. An incredible hot pleasure throbbed in his lap as he realized he was just a toy, a toy that was likely soon going to be broken.

Muffled he whimpers and yelps, crying for help as he was molested and held. His vision grew dizzy, the world turning around him. His wrists and ankles ached with bruises from tugging at the leather straps. The stockier male grasping the wet silk panties that clung to his cock, pumping it slowly as onyx trembled, enjoying all the precum the helpless lion was leaking. Onyx realized he was likely going to die as he breathed in that lifeless, burned up air. He could feel the burning in his lungs as it grew into a heavy weight in his chest. His tongue all thick and lips purple as they were kissed against the plastic. Russell loved the feel of another male beneath him when the victim finally realized the truth of his situation. Especially since it often lead to pretty boys like Onyx closing their eyes, tossing their head back in a loud, pitiful whine of pleasure, fear and submission. The cock beneath his fingers jerked, spilling cum into the silky panties, as some oozed through the silk while he held his other paw firmly to Onyx's chest, leaning in to whisper to those plastic bound ears.

"mmmm, time's up pretty boy... but I bet you're gonna be so sexy when you're limp and dead, panties around your thighs as we all fuck your corpse silly... and I bet you'll even be tasty in the end." Russell nipped and growled between his words, pinching at the dying lion's neck while Onyx could do nothing but shudder in his climax. He felt the hot, fading pleasure draw him down towards the darkness of death. His body grew all heavy and relaxed, feeling his consciousness just seem to slip away. It seemed as if he was another person in the room who watched while his own ballsac was ruthlessly squeezed, just a faint tinge of pain amidst the confusion of asphyxiation. The rough tug of fangs cut sharp little cuts into his delicate neck, only barely felt, like the sharp sting of a tack. Some of that red blood beaded up, staining the ribbon around his neck darkly as he gazed into the mirror. He watched his eyes fade away as the world grew dark and serene, the pain soon leaving him, along with his life.

Russel growled as he felt the pretty male go slack. He leaned his head in to kiss deeply against those plastic wrapped lips, all dark and fat and hot against his own, a delicate puffing of breaths coming from beneath them. His hand pushed against the lion's padded corset, feeling the faint tremble of a heart beat, a rapid staccato of beats quickly losing all rhythm. Another useless puff of breath and the rhythm fades. The plastic clings back to lips as that heartbeat trailed a few last twitches. And finally there was no more breathing, no more beating heart, no more life in the lion. Onyx fully dead in Russel's embrace, who still kissed the corpse as he growled his enjoyment. He still had a promise to fulfill as well.

The wild dog unclasping the leather straps before he tossed the cross-dressing lion corpse with a casual ease onto the bed. He pulled down those white and pink laced panties down to the lion boy's thighs, the fabric all dripping and stained with cum. The lion's garter belt still held his stockings up as his pink arousal dangled between his legs, stiff even in death as he began to settle. The wild dog's knot was already half swollen as he bit firmly into his toy's scruff, just beneath the ribbon holding the bag on still. The long curly hair in his mouth felt enticing as he slammed his cock into the dead lion's ass. A lewd squelching as he fucked him with all his might. Still tight, but nice and relaxed, so hot with the heat of life that had yet to escape. He didn't take long, a frantic thrusting of hips and he arched back, yipping and yowling with his climax climax. Russel's knot grinding into that limp ring of flesh as he poured his ample cum into the still warm flesh. He jerked his hips back at the end to paint the last sticky ribbons of cum all over Onyx's tailbase and rump.

He panted and shivered as he leaned back to admire the mess he made. The limp lion's tail half covered the cum oozing out from that relaxed pucker onto the lion's own lap, dripping along thighs and onto the silk panties hanging between his thighs. The poor lion's head was still wrapped in plastic, his tongue thick and dark, cheeks hinted purple beneath his tawny, lips blue as if covered in lipstick. Onyx's eyes gazed blankly at the wall. There was no life left in him, but plenty of use as a toy still. Russel got up, leaving his codpiece off to let his cock flop and dribble cum onto the carpet. He gathered up a simple sign to place on the entrance to the play room and hallway. 'One free lion boy toy, get him while he's still hot!' And in the end, Onyx saw plenty of use.