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Simon grumbled to himself as he glared at the carrots in their bin, as if he were daring them to either get up and dance, or to be something that they weren't. The Lion was not having a good day, and was taking his foul mood out on anything, well, non living. People didn't deserve his wrath, well, none in the grocery store anyway. Robert sure as hell did, but the Tiger was out of reach of Simon's claws or tongue. Rending the produce would bring down the wrath of the manager, not to mention possibly the cops, so instead, a withering looks was all the lashing they received.

Stupid stripped assed tiger. Stupid other tiger. Stupid dance. Stupid club. Stupid stupid stupid!~

With the last thought it was hard to tell who Simon was hurling the mental insult at. The carrots, the tiger, the feline, the dance, the club, or himself. The latter was probably more accurate. He'd gone to the club with his boyfriend last night. He'd had a suspicion that Robert had been cheating on him, but no proof. A "night out" would relax them anyway. Get their mind off of things (or at least Simon's).

Of course that's not how things played out was it? No. Robert had seen that other tiger. The semi-twin to himself. Simon had watched as Robert "went to go dance" and "oh so innocently" found himself dancing near the other tiger. Frank (Simon's lupine friend) had pointed the pair dirty dancing to him. Simon of course had gone out to the dance floor and had gotten into a very heated, and public break up with Robert.

What pissed Simon off more than anything else wasn't the fact that Robert had confessed to cheating on him, nor the fact that it was with this twin tiger thing, no, it was the fact that it had taken less than a half hour for Robert to get all of his things out of the apartment they had shared together, and another ten to close out the joint checking account.

A group of carrots were yanked out of their place and eyed critically. Simon hated the things, but they were an ingredient in his favorite stew. This bunch was seen for only the partly flawed things they were and tossed back. Another bunch was inspected, seen as good enough, stuffed into a plastic bag and added to the bounty in the wire cart.

Simon absently scratched his mane as he headed for the onions, the back of his neck prickling all the time. He could feel eyes on him. A quick glance caught a black and white form turning a corner into the next section.

How do I get into messes like this?

It was a rhetorical question, but one that Simon asked himself time and again. It wasn't that he ran through boyfriends like a lot of his friends, no, but the ones he did snag ended up not lasting very long. Robert was the longest at two years. It was only early afternoon but since morning Simon had gone from "in a relationship" to "single." His mind was reeling, and his mood was grounded firmly and pegged at "foul." If anyone had tapped him on the shoulder, he probably would have spun and snarled at the innocent bystander scaring them half to death. The thought brought a sinister smile to Simon's muzzle as he stuffed a few potatoes into his cart and headed to the meat section.

He turned the corner and could feel the prickling sensation on his neck again. He whirled around but didn't see anyone or anything, but the feeling remained, as if he was being watched. It was a stupid thought. That dumb tiger last night, the white and black one, just like Robert, should have felt that feeling enough as Simon had stalked him across the dance floor after Robert left. He certainly should have felt it as Simon got close, his leonine features in a scowl, and he certainly should have felt it before Simon's huge paw had landed on his shoulder, and spun him around.

The argument had been epic. He caught sight of a few of the regular bar goers filming it. The public shaming Simon gave to the other feline about "poaching" someone elses boyfriend HAD made it onto Facepage, and linked to Simon's account pretty quickly. He'd left the tags and links alone. Let Robert see it.

Simon finally found the beef section. He eyed the cuts, finally finding a nice lean roast. He so wanted to sink his teeth into the cellophane packaging right here and gnaw his meal in the isle. Of course management, and again, cops, would frown on that. Instead, Simon put the meat into his cart and kept walking.

A sudden glance to the left showed a black and white equine stolidly turning the corner into another isle. For a moment Simon's attention was shifted. He'd caught sight of the tight jeans, and the muscular back. He shook his head, his mane frazzled a little from a lack of grooming. He hadn't been in the mood. This was a fucking grocery store, not a coffee house or cruise spot. Besides he wasn't in the mood to stalk cute boys today.

Simon grumbled to himself muttering as he turned another isle. His mind was firmly on the boxes of stuffing in front of him when a light tenor voice behind him caught him off guard. "excuse me..." The voice was flat. The well muscled black and white arm snaked past him to a box of stuffing and retreated quickly. As Simon spun he finally got a good look. The equine was deeply stripped, black with a white coat. His mane was short and stubby, and he had strikingly handsome blue eyes. The zebra was wearing a white tank top, tight blue jeans and was blankly reading the contents of the box. Simon caught himself staring, and snagged the box he was going to grab before the intruder had interrupted his thoughts. His claws dug a small gouge in the cardboard but he chucked the offending box into his basket and continued on his.

Stupid zebra equine. Always posing, always staring. They were the easiest to pick up too at the coffee shops. Something about the allure of a lion and a zebra. Heh.

Simon's mood didn't match his thoughts though. He was in no mood to go hunting a potential boyfriend, or playmate for the afternoon. No. He was going to make his father's stew, watch a movie, and head to bed, and keep his mind off of men for one night.

As he continued to shop though, the annoying sound of hooves caught his ears. He listened closely. The equine was always a good thirty paces away. Then twenty. By the time Simon had made it to the wine section, the equine passed him on the way to the Merlot.

"Excuse you!" Simon snapped. The equine stopped and turned it's head, regarding him coolly. Simon finally had a chance to stare. The stripped form stood in front of him, well muscled, a good head or two taller than him. The tantalizing smell of "prey" was on the wind for Simon and he felt his mouth water a little. He shook his head an scowled, wiping the dumbfounded look on his face.

"You're entirely right, excuse you!" The equine said calmly, bending over to peruse the wine.

Simon froze. His mind went blank. How dare that stupid....

"What goes good with Chicken?" The equine almost made it a statement. Simon huffed. "White, everyone knows that." Again the zebra gave him a haughty look. "Of course." "And what goes well with fish?" Simon frowned. "Again white..." The equine nodded, turned and rounded the corner. Simon caught himself staring at the well formed cheeks of the zebra as he walked away, the dark black lines on the arms and neck in contrast to the white pelt, drawing your eye to the shadows where the muscles framed....

Simon shook his head again. He headed to the reds and absently picked out a Merlot. He huffed and pushed his cart to the checkout line. He glanced at several of the magazines sighing at the stupid stories of celebrity relationships gone wrong.

"It's always sad isn't it?" Simon turned. There the zebra was, right behind him in line, a slight smirk on his muzzle.

"What?" Simon stammered, the customer in front of him getting ready to settle his tab. The well muscled arm reached forward and the equine picked up a magazine, and thumbed through it quickly. "So much interest put into who is dating who, or whom, or who they're breaking up with. No privacy or ability to just live their lives in peace."

The zebra had a sad smile on his muzzle. Simon just stared into those blue eyes.

"Sir?" Simon turned. It was the cashier. "Paper, plastic, or did you bring your own?" Grumbling again Simon shoved a stack of cloth bags to the young canine.

"Hah! Privacy, well, you're one to talk, you've been following me around all afternoon." Simon grumbled again as he got his wallet out of his jeans pocket. The zebra nodded. "True." Simon froze.

"Say again?" He turned to look at the zebra. "A nice cute lion like yourself? I was at least hoping to say Hi, but you obviously have something on your mind." The eyes were cold. The light blue pools gave nothing away nor warmed anything. Simon shuddered for a second shaking his mane. "I'm sorry.....it's been a bad....well...."

The zebra gave him a small smile. "I know - I saw last night...." Here the equine flipped his phone out of his pocket, fingered through it and showed Simon the screen. It was the very public verbal trouncing Simon had given the black and white tiger.

Simon caught himself in a laugh before he scowled. The equine however continued to smile "No, it's ok, he deserved it. I had no idea Chris was cheating on me." The zebra chuckled. "We were headed for a breakup, you just made it easier."

His muzzle worked for a moment. He opened and closed his mouth several times before his mind caught up with himself. A polite cough from the young Lab canine cashier brought Simon back to the present. He ran his card through the machine and finished paying. He stood mutely while the zebra went through his purchases.

"Sorry...I...well...." Simon, and the Zebra were both victims of their cheating boyfriends. The zebra chuckled. "It's ok." He shrugged. "Like I said, Chris had it coming. I kicked him out last night."

"Robert left this morning." Simon found himself laughing.

The striped equine nodded as he finished paying for his purchases. "Good, then there isn't anyone that can bother us. Your place or mine?"

Simon gaped again, his mouth working but no sound coming out. The equine chuckled. "Ok, yours. Go ahead out to your car, I think Chris left the address in the GPS in MY truck."

Simon dumbly did as he was told. He was already inside his red Civic and heading down the road as he realized the huge 4x4 truck behind him had a certain black and white occupant. He shook his mane._Stupid equine! So it was HIS boyfriend that made me this miserable. Wonder if he had a hand in this...I'll show him!_Simon whipped his car around a corner, accelerated, and careened down one street after another. A quick glance showed him no more 4x4 in the mirror.

He let out a long sigh as he continued driving home. His thoughts went back to the same dark unhappy thoughts before until he pulled up to his parking spot, and a 4x4 was parked in it. A certain equine was lounging against the door, texting someone on his phone. Simon growled under his breath and took the spot next to the truck.

"Hey, horse, how did you...."

"Know where you lived? Like I said, Chris and MY GPS. He could never find his way around town without it. I figured the one he was following most recently was the one to your house."

He pushed himself away from his truck and picked up his bags. "Now, you can either be incredibly rude, tell me to fuck off, and spend the night alone, or you can politely show me up, we can chat, and at least bitch about those who left us. What do you say?" The black and white head was cocked to one side, and a light smile played on his lips.

Simon bit his tongue. Being alone and bitching to the wall was all he had planned. The equine in front of him was pretty attractive, and well, if the pretty zeb had brain one and could fling an insult as well as he could track Simon through town, then he might just have at least a good time.

"Alright, follow me" Simon sighed leading the way through the complex.

Simon shoved the door open, balancing the load of bags in his other arm. The zebra followed him into the kitchen as he put groceries away handing him a few of his own items. There were only a few items the zebra insisted be stored while he was here "to visit."

Once the food was put away, Simon gestured to a couch in the living room. He'd poured two glasses of wine, giving one to his guest as he threw all the ingredients into the stew pot to cook. Finally finished, and his hands washed, he walked into the living room with the two glasses of wine. As he neared the couch he spied the striped horse eyeing a picture of him and Robert.

"So, Mr. Equine, I'm Simon" he said reaching out with his hand, firmly keeping his claws retracted. "Lance." Simon cocked his head. "Really?" The stripped Zebra shrugged. "That's my parents for ya!" He chuckled. The zebra's grip was firm and kind. Simon found himself laughing at the self deprecating humor poor Lance felt. He could only imagine what high school had been like with such a name.

The two sat for a while, sipping on the wine, and bad mouthing their exes. Simon had to laugh several times as the insults flung at Robert were just as ribald as the ones he was throwing at Lance's ex Chris.

After a couple of hours, the stew was ready. Simon had never seen an equine eat meat before, but was surprised when Lance ate the stew.

"Very good. Where did the recipe come from?" Lance said polishing off his helping.

"My father." Simon chuckled.

"Well I'm very glad I spied you coming into the store as I was leaving, otherwise I wouldn't be here!" Lance chuckled. Simon realized Lance was sitting right next to him with his arm around the young lion's shoulders.

"What?" Simon froze. He felt a soft tickling against his ear as Lance nuzzled him. "Hrm, such a handsome lion, I could never resist them.....pure chance I saw you today after your breakup - I couldn't resist!"

The warm tongue lapped at his ear as he felt the blunt teeth nibble on it's soft edge.

Simon's left leg went numb at the onslaught. He caught a growl in his chest forming, but it was silenced as those blunt teeth continued to assault his weak spots, including the hollow of his neck. He soon found himself purring loudly as a strong hand gripped the left mound of his ass near the base of his tail. His traitorous tail was whipping back and forth in excitement. Suddenly he felt himself hoisted in the air as very soft equine lips met his. There was no timidness in Lance's kiss. It was deep, passionate, and unyielding. Simon melted entirely.

He'd always been a top. He'd never had a chance to be a bottom. Everyone expected the studly lion to pounce, and to bite, and to...well...ravage their way through an evening. Simon enjoyed that, but had always wondered what the other side felt like.

It was very apparent he was going to find out.

Lance laid him down with extreme gentleness onto the bed. The equine loomed over him. The soft muzzle and lips tickled his whiskers, and he found he loved being dominated by the kiss.

As the kiss broke Simon could barely catch his breath "I - I normally top....."

The equine nickered at him lightly with that trademark zebra laugh. "Me too..." Lance whispered into the leonine's face, stroking Simon's mane softly.

"I - ah - don't know --- what....to...."

Suddenly Simon found his lower half hoisted up slightly. "it's ok, I do....." Lance chuckled again. The warmth spread around his sheath. Simon let out a half growl deep in his throat as he found his cock engulfed in warm muzzle, the talented equine tongue swirling around his barbed cock. He moaned deep in his muscular chest. He'd always been in shape, and took pride in his body, and evidently Lance found nothing at all wrong with his and everything met his approval...

Soon Simon found that tongue working it's magic lower, down around his huge furry feline orbs. Simon had been very proud of them. They gave him quite the package in his jeans. Now he was finding another use for them.

"Oooooooo yes" He purred.

Suddenly that raspy equine tongue found his rear. He was confused by the sensation for only a moment as he realized he was getting an expert rim job. The pony above him was aggressive in his attacks, the thick tongue probing him frantically. Simon's head spun with pleasure. He found himself desperately pushing back against the stripped equine muzzle as the huge tongue lapped at his rear.

Suddenly he flipped himself over baring his rear to the equine behind him. "Come on, do your worst!" He called over his shoulder.

Suddenly the oral attack was renewed even harder. Simon lowered his head and panted with pleasure as his hole was prodded deeply. He tried to clench to keep the huge muscle out of him, but his attempts were fruitless, and in a few seconds he could feel Lance probing him in places he'd only dreamed of letting someone go.

After a few moments he felt something very slick slide across his rear. A glance back showed him all he needed to see. A very long, very thick, black and pink mottled vision of equine masculinity was being probed at his rear. He mewled like a kitten for a moment. "Lance? I....??"

"Shhhhh!" He felt a huge warm bulk settle over him, and hot breath on his ear. Again that soft nibbling on his little rounded ears returned. His leg went numb again. "It's ok Simon - I can read you like an open book...and I think I know what you want...."

Simon was about to say something as Lace pushed roughly into him. The combination of need and numbness crashed into each other as the huge equine flare pushed past his defenses. Simon cried out, then breathed heavily.

"Oh God! Fuck!!! Wow....ah.....Lance!" He felt the warm breath against his neck and felt the zebra bite down on the scruff of his neck. His knees collapsed beneath him, both going numb with pleasure. The equine followed.

"Oh yeah!" Lance breathed, his breath raspy. He rolled his hips forward as a few more inches slid inside of Simon.

The feline caught his breath for a second hissing through his canines as the huge equine phallus was pressed forward. "Ahhh! God!"

Simon felt a growl in the equine chest resting against him, and his instincts kicked in, he submitted. Lance dove deeper and deeper, inch after equine inch was pressed into Simon. Suddenly Simon felt his own heavy feline nuts as their heavy equine counterpart softly made contact. He shuddered instinctively feeling the heavy equine thighs slip against his.

"Ahhhh haaaaaa!" Lance sighed. He began to thrust in and out of Simon's rear, as the feline tail whipped back and forth belying Simon's pleasure. Soft grunts and cries escaped the leonine's sharp fangs as he tried to keep his pleasures as quiet as he could. After a few thrusts he couldn't. The dominant personality he had still came to the front though.

"Fuck pony! God this feels good - it feels right! No one - not even Robert could make me feel this good!"

The soft equine chuckle and breathless huff met his statement in answer...."Fuck....I know little kitty....this....mmmmph! Tight little lion ass is not only delicious but is - ohfuck - so fucking tight! You are - ahhhh - a natural at bottoming...."

Simon grunted and nodded.....He could feel the thick medial ring slide in and out of him at a good pace. His own minds eye captured what a sight the two must make. The soft tawny muscular lion being bred by the bigger stripped stud. His own cock was leaking continuous streams of his own kitty juices all over the sheets. The tangy scent of feline mixing with the earthy equine scent, the whole room reeking of it, covering up the single feline smell it once had.

"Ah fuck! I'm not going to last long!" Lance called out.....

"Well then don't waste fucking time you stripped bastard! Fuck me hard and deep! Show me how much of a fucking top you are!" Simon growled around his fangs.

Lance huffed and dove in deep with each thrust making Simon cry with each thrust - until suddenly there was a huge throbbing from the equine cock buried in his gut and Simon felt the first shot of equine cum splash deep in his guts...

"Fuck!" He cried shrilly as his own feline cock began to erupt like a volcano - his own hot cum spraying into the now very sticky sheets below him.

He heard and felt the equine cum above him - the zebra like whinny echoing in the small apartment...and the throbbing cock deep inside him as it unloaded rope after rope of equine cum. After the fourth or fifth load he felt it begin to ooze around his very stretched ass and the very thick rod impaled there.

"Simon!?" Roberts voice called from the bedroom door. Simon turned his head and locked his brown eyes to the green ones, seeing his ex stand there.

"Yes Robert?"

Simon began to calmly clean his claws as Lance continued to gently thrust in and out of the lions ass, a huge squelching noise meeting everyone's ear. "Ah, I forgot the keys to my mom's...." The tiger was looking everywhere but into Simon's eyes.

Grinning the lion reached over to the night stand, opened the drawer, found the keys, and tossed them to a very surprised tiger.

"There you go - oh and Robert?"

The confused and flustered tiger turned as he was about to walk out.

"Yes?"

"Fuck you, asshole!" Simon grinned toothily.