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[b][u][center]Insufficient Condoms

For jade-styx

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

As one of three anthro employees at the Sultry Savannah, Simba stood out against the various humans that came down to the club to mingle with the ‘wildlife’. Though anthros had the same rights as humans, they were still a bit segregated from the more numerous species, and there were quite a few times when there were still clashes between the two. One such had just occurred, and the lion was busy rubbing his knees clean from crawling across the floor for the amusement of a few middle-aged women.

“Hmmph. That was embarrassing,” he muttered, leaning on the bar and fluffing his mane back out.

They had demanded that he crawl to them with their drinks on his back, and because the manager was human too, it was allowed. Part of the thrill of the Sultry Savannah, according to the manager, was that the anthros were tame, that they were there to show off and be sexy, and the humans were supposed to feel safe around them.

As far as Simba was concerned, they could get bent, but he needed the job, so he went along with it, as much as he didn’t really want to.

Shaking his head and fluffing out his mane until it was back in its proper shape – the ladies had dripped some of their drinks on him before allowing him to go – Simba glanced around the room. He adjusted his bow-tie a bit, making sure that it was settled beneath the mane on his neck, and he adjusted his thong, too, making sure that it both hid everything and pushed everything forward, still.

[i]Alright, who’s next…[/i]

There were no more standing drink orders, which meant that he was supposed to ‘mingle’ with the other customers. He could see a few guys that were on the far side of the dance floor that looked like they were on the watch for some fun, but he didn’t want to go for the sausage party tonight. The last time that he’d done that, there were too many people looking to be ‘king of the jungle’ and wanted to prove it by fucking him in the ass. Not tonight, no thank you.

But the ladies tended to be traveling in packs. He could see that most of the human women were in at least pairs, and often more, almost like they were afraid that he, or the hyena, or the buffalo guy that were working here would pick them off for their own pleasures.

They weren’t entirely wrong, of course. Simba enjoyed the feeling of a human woman against him, and when some of the customers decided to avail themselves of the club’s ‘secret menu’ of prostitution, they were very fun to pin down and fuck. However, that only seemed to happen when a woman came here on her lonesome. When she was with friends, they always seemed to talk each other out of doing something so wild, saying that they needed to think of their husbands and all that.

Simba was about to order a drink for himself when he spotted someone in a little booth, someone that was sitting alone as a number of other women filed out. He licked his lips as he saw her, and he grinned as he imagined the possibilities.

Red-haired and pale-skinned, the human looked like she was out for a night of fun. No drinks on the table, but he could see a prescription pill bottle being tucked away. The booth was close enough for him to see a few of the logos on it. Xanax, he imagined, or something like that for a bit of a mood booster.

[i]Out for a night, or – oh.[/i]

She was pregnant, he realized as she shifted in her seat. Pregnant and showing, probably around six months. A glance at her hand – yes, married. A gold ring on her ring finger, but no diamond. Either a partnership rather than a marriage, or they weren’t wealthy enough to afford a diamond.

Either way, she was a bit less than sober, she was alone, and she didn’t have friends around to tell her to think clearly for a little while. She was the perfect prey to liven up the night.

Simba grinned as he walked around the dance floor, letting his tail sway behind him, letting the light catch the oils he’d applied to his fur earlier in the night. It made his muscles stand out all the more, his exposed body looking wild and strong. He flexed his hands, a hint of claw showing at his fingertips, and he made sure to throw just a little more sway into his hips to make his bulge swing a bit.

When he reached the table, the human blushed as she looked up at him.

“I’m fine,” she said, waving him off. “I’m not drinking tonight.”

“No, but I think that you’re looking for more than that, anyway.”

“I’ve eaten, too.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.”

Simba smiled as he leaned a bit closer, lifting his hips so that his package sat on the table. The tight cloth framed his cock and balls perfectly, and as he let his sac rest on the firm table, the woman’s eyes went down. That widening of the eyes, the soft ‘o’ that her mouth made in surprise: he never got tired of seeing that when he approached women on their own. They were always surprised how much anthros were packing, and lions, like himself, were quite well-endowed compared to the human males.

Making surreptitious little thrusts along the table, just enough to be able to excuse if she got upset, he showed off just how big he could get. The slow stimulation was enough to get him erect, and with his cock just about visible through the tight fabric, he leaned in even closer, almost enough to brush his lips against the woman’s forehead.

“We have a…second menu, if you want to look.”

“What…what kind?”

There it was, that little hint of lust, that huff of need. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, her drugs probably starting to kick in now. It wasn’t going to be the same as dealing with a drunk customer, but it was going to be something interesting, for sure.

“Nothing bad. Just, you know, a little romp. A little fun.”

“You mean…whoring?”

“That’s such a dirty word. Think of it like the ‘adult menu.’”

He reached down past the edge of his thong, pulling at a business card that was tucked inside. Sliding it free, he held it out, letting the slight cock-smell on it rise to her nose. She blushed, her cheeks burning as red as her hair as she took the card.

Simba knew the ‘menu’ by heart. There were a few different sex acts on it, followed by a ‘night of pleasure’ that would go for a few hours at a flat-rate per hour. The way that the human woman read it, it was clear that she was getting tempted. He could see the way that her nipples were starting to harden through her blouse, and she kept shifting back and forth in her seat, her face a picture of sunset red.

The fact that he could smell her was only making it better. Humans always thought that they were so good at hiding how they felt, but that was because they didn’t know how they smelled. Their bodies always gave them away.

He leaned in, tilting her head up with a clawed finger. She was still blushing, but the way that she looked back at him told him that she was interested. Cautiously interested, but interested.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Sara…”

“Sara. My name’s Simba. So…can I show you a good time?”

“I’m married.”

“Heh, I saw. But does that matter, on the Savannah?”

“I…well…”

“And does it matter, with someone who isn’t human?”

She shivered at that, and he wondered if, on some level, she had been interested in this before. He’d run into a lot of people that had looked at him, who had talked to him and wondered what it would be like to be in bed with someone that wasn’t flesh to flesh, but flesh to fur. They wanted to know how it felt to be in bed with someone that would take charge, that would be rough, that would show them how it felt to be with an ‘animal.’

And that was how this Sara was looking at him. She had that same interest, that same sort of curiosity. And she was just enough out of it to reach into her purse.

“H-how much…for an hour?”

“$60.”

She pulled out three twenties, and he took them, stuffing them into his thong. He held out his hand, she took it, and they were away.

Simba was vaguely aware of the return of the other women. He saw them over his shoulder just before they went to the backrooms, and he smirked. They were too late. He had already found his prey.

#

Shutting the door to one of the VIP rooms, Simba slowly stretched his arms over his head. He could see Sara leaning back on the long couch, and he smiled to himself. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were slitted, and she definitely was hot for this. She was squirming from side to side, shifting from cheek to cheek on the couch, and he grinned as he imagined how easy it would be to make her scream.

He turned around slowly, showing off his cock bulge, making sure to make it swing and sway. Her eyes were fixed to it as he walked over, finally pressing his hands to either side of the back of the long, curved, sunken couch, his cock bulge right in her face as he looked down at her.

“So, how do you want to start, hmm?” he asked, chuckling. “Or do you want me to set the pace?”

“Lapdance,” she said, so fast that he almost didn’t hear her. “I want a lap dance first.”

“Starting mild, are we?”

“Just…trying to…trying to get used to the idea.”

“Heh…I don’t think you will. No one gets used to us…”

Simba started slow, his hands running from the back of the couch to Sara’s shoulders. Her eyes were fixed on him, her cheeks burning brighter and brighter, but her scent was getting stronger. Oh, she was getting into this, alright, more than she really wanted to. She had to clench her fingers into the couch cushions as he lowered himself, almost sitting on her lap, grinding his cock along her thighs and so close to her pussy.

Bit by bit, he rose up again, swaying his hips slowly, letting her see all the tight, corded muscles in his stomach and abs, rising up until his bulge was right in her face again. The rules of the club were very loose, and he was able to grind forward, pressing his tip against her cheek before pulling back.

“Ah!”

“You like?”

“You feel…so big…”

“Oh, I look even bigger…”

“…”

She opened her mouth, then shut it again. Oh, she was fighting herself, and she was fighting hard. It was almost adorable, in a way, to see how much she was struggling to keep faithful. To keep from going over the edge.

He kept swaying, showing off how much he had to offer. A big cock, barbed of course, and a pair of balls that were filled with seed that could be pumped into her with ease, showing her just how much a lion had to offer compared to a human.

He pulled his hips back a bit, slowly swinging them from side to side, letting her see the way that his package swayed inside of his thong. Her mouth hung open a bit, that little ‘o’ coming back. She wanted it.

She needed it.

He leaned forward, grinding it against her face again, and she gasped, but this time she didn’t pull away. She almost, but not quite, pulled the obvious head of his cock into her mouth, kissing it through the cloth of the thong.

That told him enough.

He pulled back a little, dragging the waistband of the thong down. Sara’s eyes widened, but she was too late to stop him as he pulled it down behind his balls. Tawny yellow fur, thickest around his balls, flared around the base of his cock. He gripped at the base of his shaft, showing off just how large it was, how thick it was, how different it was.

“You like?” he teased.

“Oh god…”

“Take a closer look.”

He was pushing the boundaries a bit, but she was paying for the ‘anything’ package. He leaned in, pulling her by the back of her head against his balls, against his cock. She took a breath of it, her eyes going wide, almost like she couldn’t believe what she was doing. He liked that. He really liked that.

As he dragged her along his balls, her hand went between her legs. She pressed against the crotch of her pants, grinding against her pussy, even as her tongue hung out.

“What…what are you doing to me?”

“I’m not doing anything. This is all you.”

“I’m…I’m married.”

“I’m not human. I’m a lion.”

She couldn’t pull away, not by choice, and not under her own power. He had too good a grip on the back of her head, and she didn’t really want to, even though she was getting nervous about this. There was a part of her that wanted this, after all.

He stroked her against his cock until he felt tongue rather than merely her warm breath. She tasted the tip of his cock, and he grinned.

“Feels like you want something more.”

“Nnngh…I shouldn’t…I…I really shouldn’t.”

“Because you’re married?”

“Because I’m pregnant.”

“Well, what about…anal?”

“That’s so…”

“Dirty?”

“…”

“Do it dirty with an animal. What do you have to lose?”

He knew what she had to lose. Much less than she thought. But she was too into it, too lost to the effects of her little mood booster and the pleasure of the moment for her to think of that. She looked at him, blushing worse.

“Do you…do you have a condom?”

“Heh, I do.”

“Put it on.”

He reached for one of the drawers under the couch. Not surprisingly, nobody had gone through the trouble of restocking it all. There was one condom down there, and one package of lube. He grabbed them both, sliding the condom down his cock. It was a pity to hide the barbs, but she was the customer.

[i]Though you’d look so much better with me slamming you bare…[/i]

He gripped his cock at the base, smearing the lube along the outside of the condom as Sara went through the process of stripping off her blouse. She unbuttoned it and set it to the side, and her jeans followed. They were stacked up out of the way, leaving her in nothing but a pair of red lace panties and a bra in the same color.

Without her clothes, her pregnant belly was all the more obvious, and he grinned as he looked it over. Her belly button had that same peculiar, different look to it that all pregnant females had, and he ran his fingers over her stomach, his claws out just enough to make her feel it. Sara shivered under his touch, but didn’t pull away.

“Ah…”

“Heh, your husband must be so proud.”

“He wouldn’t be, if he knew I was here.”

“Then you better not tell him.”

“Mmmph…”

“Have you ever done anal with him?”

She shook her head.

“Heh, then this will be new for you. Turn over…”

She did as she was told, and he pulled down her panties as she got into a doggy-style position on the couch. Her ass cheeks were soft, gently plump, and they were just full enough to make him grin as he slapped his cock against them. Resting his dick between her cheeks, he parted them slowly, letting her feel his claws against her ass, making her moan as he reminded her just who was going to fuck her up.

That tight little pucker was definitely untouched, or at least, had been for years. He rubbed it with his condom-covered cock, feeling it clench against him. She whimpered, and he shook his head.

“Relax, unless you really want me to –”

“R-ravage me…”

“…Heh, did you just say what I think you said?”

“Oh god, I don’t know, just – AH!”

Simba decided it was better to just do it rather than let her think about it, and slammed in. hard. She sounded like someone had just punched the air right out of her lungs as he did, but that didn’t bother him in the slightest. He preferred that she sound like she was getting used rough, because that was what he planned.

As he grabbed her close, he leaned over her, pressing his furred body to her soft, hairless one. She gasped under him as he worked his cock in, the lube on the condom barely enough to keep him from ripping her up. She looked like she was trying to scream, but there was no way that she had enough air in her lungs for that.

The lion leaned over her, biting at her neck. Not as hard as he would have done with Nala, back at home, or with an anthro client, but more than hard enough for her to feel it, to stiffen her up and make her gasp and shiver.

In, out, in, out, each thrust forcing that virgin pucker to open up and accept his cock. He could feel her straining, her insides clenching down on him, trying to push him out, but he kept thrusting. He could feel her wetness against his balls every time that he drove himself in up to the hilt, and she didn’t try and push him away. There was a part of her, some long-forgotten feral part, that liked what he was doing to her.

In, out, in, out, each thrust making it that little bit easier for the next one. She stayed tight, but soon, she was no longer gasping, no longer whimpering in discomfort. Her body was submitting, even if her mind was still scared.

In, out, in, out, each thrust breaking her open that little bit more, and he could feel her starting to push back, grinding her ass against his crotch. She probably wasn’t even conscious of it. She was just taking it, getting used to it.

“That’s it, you dirty human…” Oh, she clenched at that. Dirty, or human? The feeling of doing something wrong, or the feeling of being with an animal? Either way, she obviously loved it. “You like it up the ass so much? Heh…you’re taking it good…”

He hammered at her, pulling her back against him, feeling her pucker opening bit by bit against his cock. Soon, she was taking it with loud moans, gasping against the back of the couch. She bit at it, trying to stifle them, but every so often, he would hit the right thrusting point, or the right angle, and she’d moan quite loudly again. Every time that he managed to break her, to make her shiver, to make her admit how much she liked it, his cock throbbed all the harder.

In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her pussy every time, confirming how wet she was, how much some part of her was enjoying getting ass-fucked. His claws marked her hips as he pulled her back, leaving little red lines here and there, never quite stopping, never quite ceasing. She moaned, she gasped, she shivered, but she was still refusing to answer him when he spoke.

“You like that, huh? You like it up the ass, human?” he growled, and she moaned, biting her lips right after. “You know you do. You know you like this, like this better than you like it with your husband. Maybe you’re just a whore on the inside. Maybe you just like the feeling of someone fucking you. Maybe you should be the one offering yourself, instead of me.”

Suddenly, she spasmed under him, arching her back. Her hole tightened around his cock, and Simba gritted his teeth as the sudden tightness dragged him over the edge. His cock throbbed in the condom, and he came, spurting against the little latex bubble at the tip, filling it. The smearing seed ran up and down the inside of the condom, smearing across his cock as he kept thrusting through their mutual climax.

He slowly pulled out of her, dragging his dick free from her pucker. She gaped afterwards, her hole marked from the hard use it was put through. As Sara shivered, he could see that she was dripping from her pussy, her other hole begging for attention. He chuckled, running his finger down from her ass to her other hole, running it along her clit. She gasped, arching her back.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…”

“Sensitive, aren’t we?”

“Mmmph…”

“You want more, don’t you?”

“God…please…you…can you go again?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “Can you – oh god…”

He knew what she was staring at. Despite having had his orgasm, his cock was still throbbing hard, twitching up and then falling back down a bit. He chuckled, making sure to show off just how big it was, still, and how the tip was filled with his seed, a little cum balloon at the very end.

“Heh, I can go again.”

“Then…then get another condom? Please?”

“That was the only one.”

“What? No!”

“Heh, afraid so.” He chuckled to himself. “So, unless you want me to take you bareback, looks like we’ll have to –”

“Keep it on.”

“…Huh?”

Sara had already rolled over on the long couch, sitting down and spreading her legs wide, holding them up so that she was exposing her pussy. Her cheeks were burning red, almost like she couldn’t believe what she was doing, but Simba could. The first time someone got it from an anthro, they were more than keen to keep getting more.

“Just…just take me. Better a little…dirty…than you hurting the baby…”

“Heh…You dirty little human,” he said, leaning over her, slapping his cock against her pussy. “You’ll take it ass to pussy, but you won’t take it bare?”

“…”

“It’s too good to miss, isn’t it?”

“Mmmph…just…fuck me…”

He smiled. It was a good thing that she was so wet, because the condom had lost all the lube he’d put on it to go into her ass. There was some slime on it, nothing filthy, but it had definitely been used to fuck her ass. He ground the tip of his cock against her pussy, feeling the way that the cum balloon at the end of his shaft rolled around, and Simba smiled at the way that she blushed, at the way she was still trying to fit herself to it.

Well, one round of vaginal should show her where she really belonged.

He pushed her legs back further, slowly sinking his cock into her. Sara moaned right from the start, obviously high on her previous orgasm and whatever her medication was doing to her, because the redhead wasn’t doing anything to stop him, wasn’t even bothering to hold back her sounds of pleasure anymore. Her mouth hung open, her tongue out a bit, and her pussy clenched, the red pubic hair down there damp from her juices already.

“Heh, that’s it. Taking a cock that was just up your ass deep into your pussy.”

“Nnngh!”

“Too horny to care.”

“Ah…ah, please…”

“Too turned on by an [i]animal[/i] fucking you to hold back.”

He slammed in, driving his cock in as far as it would go. She arched her back and screamed, but Simba was more focused on something else. He [i]felt[/i] her go from warm to hot, and he realized that the condom had torn.

And she didn’t know.

[i]Well, no need to tell her about that.[/i]

The lion pulled back and slammed in again, and again, faster and faster. Sara’s eyes were open wide, rolling back in their sockets as she took it, as she gave in. Her body craved to be fucked, and he was more than happy to give it what it needed.

In, out, in, out, his balls slapping against her ass now, the wet hole starting to close, finally. He wondered if she’d remember how that felt, how hard she’d cum from having lion cock up her ass.

He wondered if she knew the risk of what might happen when he came in her here.

After all, there was a reason that he had to wear a condom, most of the time. Anthro cum did weird things to humans; could make them shift a bit, lose some of their humanity, even partially turn. But that was nothing compared to what it might do to a fetus. He wondered if it would come out as a lion, considering it was still developing.

[i]Heh…she’ll find out…[/i]

Simba growled, leaning in and leaving a collar of bitemarks around Sara’s throat. Nothing more than pinpricks, things that she could hide when she left, but things that would remind her of what she did. Remind her of submitting to an anthro, to an animal, and how good it had felt. She moaned for him, whimpering, her breasts bouncing and oozing milk into her bra the harder he fucked her.

The condom was sliding further and further down his cock, almost all the way to the base as he picked up speed, slamming into her, training her pussy, marking it with his size and the barbs at the tip of his cock. She was smeared with old cum, but a fresh load was coming. His balls were slowly rising, his need rising.

Hump, hump, hump went his hips, and he growled deep in her ear. She moaned, whimpered, pressed up against him almost against her will.

“Animal-lover,” he growled in her ear.

That was enough. She clenched down around him, cumming hard around his cock. The milking, squeezing, rolling motions of her inner walls around his cock pulled him over the edge, and he came hard, squirting into her, filling her to the brim with his seed. He could feel each pump through his cock, each tingling, pleasurable pulse. With each one, he knew he was delivering something that would change her life and the life of the child she carried, and there was nothing that could be done to stop it.

He held himself hilted in her for the whole time, taking a full minute to make sure that everything went where it was supposed to. Then, when he was sure that her womb was nice and stuffed, he slowly pulled out. Simba even took a moment to stand there, ripped condom around the base of his cock like a little latex ring, but Sara was too out of it to notice. Hell, he wasn’t sure that she noticed the white waterfall slowly running out of her pussy.

“Hope you and your husband enjoy talking about this later.”

“T…the menu…”

He smiled, pulling a new card from beneath the couch. Tucking it into her bra, he patted her head.

“Time’s up. I’ll leave you to put yourself back together.”

“Mmmph…”

Simba left her there, smiling. Another human given the chance to learn how much more fun anthros were, another human that would probably be more than willing to come back. And sixty dollars for less than an hour of work. Not bad.

Still, he kept thinking about how she would react when the baby was finally born. It was going to be at least part lion, then. Lion tail, probably, and possibly paws rather than hands and feet. He chuckled to himself. It might even be worse than that...or better, what with her new addiction.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Simba is an anthro lion of no real royal connection in this world, working at a club as a waiter and occasional sex worker. He takes some time to really enjoy a female human under him and turn her to preferring anthros.

Tags: M/F, lion, human, Simba, anthro, club, condom, condom ripping, bareback, corruption, anal, vaginal, stripping, lap dance, arousal, wet, gaping, anal to vaginal, cum, orgasm, pregnant,