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After a long day in the office, John needed some time to himself. All the social obligations, the nights at the bar, the work parties, everything that came with keeping up with that high-energy, competitive workplace environment had a way of draining him. It was a lot quieter among nature. That was something he always missed, living in the big city like that, surrounded by the bustle and the concrete. He could take a walk in the park if he really wanted to see some trees, but that lacked the danger and the sense of discovery that came with being out somewhere wild, somewhere he might well see animals wandering freely, and maybe even fear for his life at the sound of a distant growl or howl. The most ferocious beasts he encountered in the park were the occasional poorly-trained dogs. While it didn’t fully scratch the strange itch, more and more he was finding himself wandering into the city zoo for his de-stressing strolls, welcoming the various grunts and calls of its residents as music to his ears.

Maybe he wasn’t in any danger around there, but he always found himself attracted to the more fearsome of the zoos occupants. He wasn’t sure what it was. Week after week, day after day, he lingered by their cages, just watching them laze around. There were the bears, wolves, and others, but most of all he enjoyed being around the big cats. They honestly didn’t tend to do much, lazing and sometimes prowling around, and yet even in their relatively dormant state they were [i]striking[/i]. It helped that they were two particularly impressive examples of lioness, oversized yet far from fat, maintaining a sleek, muscular physique despite the relatively sedentary lifestyle of living in a zoo.

They were such works of art, he’d even taken to sketching them recently, though he hadn’t had much success. In truth, he was mostly doing it to feel a little less strange about coming to see them so often, sitting on the bench just in front of their enclosure, staring at those elegant bodies for what must have been hours sometimes. He’d even learned their names: Meg and Amy, and how to tell them apart. Meg had a little notch on her left ear, and was a little lighter in fur colour, while Amy was a bit darker, with an almost black tuft of fur at the end of her tail. Through enough watching, he was pretty sure he could discern a difference in personality, too. Meg seemed more playful and sometimes rambunctious when she wasn’t lazing around, and Amy was the quiet one, sometimes getting up to slink around the cage as if she were hunting some invisible prey.

Over time, not only had he grown to know them and their tendencies, but he was also starting to feel like they recognized him as well. Maybe that was just wishful thinking, but it wasn’t ridiculous, based on the evidence. At first they had simply ignored him, giving little more than a glance in his direction when he approached and took his seat to observe them. Accustomed to the bustle of a busy zoo, and hundreds of noisy humans walking past them every single day, one more was hardly anything notable. Eventually, they started to respond to his arrival, even if it was little more than a glance towards him, then later a lingering stare and maybe even a swish of their tails. If he felt flattered, he had to remind himself they were probably just sizing him up as prey, not as a friend. There was no sense anthropomorphizing two animals who would have probably torn him to shreds in an instant if it wasn’t for those solid bars between him and them, even if it was tempting.

It grew even more tempting when they almost seemed to enjoy seeing him. Maybe it was the scent of his aftershave or something, but they always perked up when he approached, sometimes even appearing to rise from a nap to greet him with those sultry looks. No doubt they weren’t trying to look flirty, but he couldn’t help but see it that way. Those bright, golden eyes gleaming at him, those pink tongues brushing along soft black lips, the occasional flash of teeth going along with excitedly swishing tails - it was all what he might even have called attractive. Privately. When no one could possibly overhear him. What started out as a simple fascination, like witnessing a brilliant painting in constant living motion was becoming a little than that. He had to realize that when he felt the way his heart leapt just to see the both of them approaching him, Meg’s head held high and playful, her tail swinging wildly, while Amy remained fixated, head lowered, stalking towards the bars and the bench on which they sat.

He wasn’t sure what to do. For some reason, he found himself frozen, his heart beating faster, thumping behind his ribs as he saw them making their way towards him. There really was no reason to be afraid, given how securely they were locked in there. Yet there went his human instincts anyway, telling him a predator was in a dangerous proximity, and definitely focused on him. They stood there for a time, giving him lingering gazes, almost looking like they were smiling. His heart gave another leap when Amy licked her lips, his eyes following the progress of that pink slurper all the way across her chops. He was so close he could even see the rough texture on the surface of her tongue. For just a moment, he had to wonder how that might feel against his face. Or otherwise. Before he could get too lost in that unexpected fantasy, he was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. A quick glance around revealed there was no one around but the three of them in the dwindling evening light.

If it wasn’t already clear, it was made much more clear when he heard the voice. The tone was deep but feminine, spoken quietly and covertly in a seductive rumble that immediately made his skin all tingly, just to hear it.

“No, don’t look around. Look right here. I’m talking to you, human.”

It was Amy. He even saw her lips moving. Maybe this was some sort of elaborate prank. Or maybe he’d been drugged. For a moment, he stood paralyzed, trying to run through his head what he’d eaten or drank lately, and if it could have possibly been spiked with some incredibly potent hallucinogens. When he failed to think of a reply, the cats figuratively having his tongue, Meg cut in with a peppy tease that sounded exactly like he’d have always imagined her sounding.

“Look at him! All blushy. He comes here to stare at us all the time, and he can’t even say hi when we come to greet him!”

She seemed almost to giggle. In a rumbly way. He wanted to glance around again just to be absolutely certain no one was gawking at him for talking to some animals, but he couldn't pull his eyes off the both of them. They were both equally demanding for attention, so pretty, so enticing, and seemingly friendly too.

“... Hi,” he eventually said, feeling foolish to let the single word leave his mouth. This couldn’t have been real, he still thought.

“Hi!” chimed Meg. “We’ve been enjoying seeing you around. Haven’t we?”

“Mmhmm,” Amy answered with a nod, never taking her eyes off him even as she moved her head.

“And we were thinking and discussing. Maybe we should invite you over for a visit?”

He found himself stammering. No matter how personable they might have seemed, it didn’t stop him from finding their presence massively intimidating. His cheeks were burning, partly out of embarrassment to find out that the big cats he’d been staring at for so long were in fact thinking, speaking [i]people[/i].

“I, uh. Aren’t I already visiting?”

Amy gave a deep-throated chuckle.

“Oh, maybe. But we can hardly touch you through the bars.”

“Touch?” He almost had to laugh at the sound of the voice coming out of his mouth in a stifled squeak. It was like that of an anxious virgin. In a sense it was. He certainly hadn’t ever experienced anything like what the cats seemed to be suggesting.

“Mm, lots of touching. And licking. And just generally [i]spoiling[/i] a cute guy like you!” Meg’s head bobbed with enthusiasm, even as she did her best to keep her excited voice down.

“But how?” John had to ask.

Amy nodded over to her left. There was a closed off gate just down a path, an employees-only entrance and exit.

“You see that gate? All we need to do is mention we’ll be having a guest, and our handler will leave it unlocked for you. No questions asked.”

Meg gave a little laugh, but Amy just put on another show of licking her lips, taking her sweet time going back and forth until she finished with a little pop.

“Does that sound like something you’d enjoy?” she went on.

“Yes,” he blurted, then tried to save face by speaking a little more slowly. “Yes, I think it would.”

“Good. Then, we’ll see you tonight..”

Amy had a firmness to her tone, a certain sexy willpower that he could hear in her every word, suiting her powerful appearance. She said it not as an offer, but as a fact. He was going to be there, and letting them down wasn’t an option, she seemed to imply. Meg’s voice almost seemed silly coming out of such a large, dangerous predator like her, but her exuberance was delightful.

“I can’t wait!” she said, adding a little meow to it that definitely wasn’t a traditional lion sound.

If he was expected to focus on anything but the upcoming meeting after turning away and doing his best to act nonchalant as he left the zoo, he was definitely going to fail. He was walking down the street to his apartment, but he still could see their faces in his mind’s eye. Such was the distraction, he almost missed his corner, blindly wandering, a cab having to slam on the brakes to avoid striking him on the crosswalk. Part of him heard the cursing, but it didn’t really register. He was fixated. Excited. Nervous too, of course. They were the kinds of beasts who could badly hurt him totally by accident, even if they fully intended to treat him with care. One slip of those claws, or those [i]teeth[/i] …

Yet, for all the worry, and obvious reasons not to pull off this dangerous and very much illegal stunt, he didn’t even consider backing down. The only thing he thought carefully about was that throbbing in his pants. It was unbearable, forcing him to take off his belt, unbuckle his fly just to have the room for how hard he was. Aching, trembling, dripping, his body had already decided how it felt about the whole thing. He just needed to wait for his mind to catch up. It was incredibly tempting to rub one out to the thought of those two lovely temptresses, all that secret, hidden desire bursting out the depths of his brain at once. He always knew he’d found them [i]attractive[/i], but he had mentally drawn the line at wanting to fuck them up until then. Not anymore. As soon as he’d heard the sound of their voices, he knew he wanted them. And they seemed to want him right back.

In the end, he decided to just stay hard, for all those hours of waiting. He was watching every minute. As much as he tried to preoccupy himself with television, or the internet, nothing was working. He had so many questions. How many people knew they could talk? Could all animals do that, or just them? What happened if he got caught? He’d been invited, after all, but who would believe him? Some of it weighed heavy on his mind, but in the background, pushed aside by the sheer force of desire running through his veins. He changed into something darker, something all black that would keep him from being spotted easily, and set out down the darkened streets to meet his late night hot date.

The back door was open when he tugged it, as they said. He didn’t have to climb or break in, but simply pulled it open as quietly as possible, moving on the tips of his toes as if that might somehow make him harder to spot. The zoo was quiet then, devoid of the usual chatter and grunts, but for the occasional nocturnal animal strolling around its enclosure. He wandered past various cages, eyeing the sleeping creatures within, checking for activity lest they awaken and start hollering, giving away his presence. But it all went over without incident, and there they were, waiting for him. They weren’t sprawled out like normal, but up on their paws, pacing with each other when he approached. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep calm about their meeting.

“There he is. Mmmm. I can’t wait to taste him …” Amy groaned, while Meg just beamed at him.

It was an oddly human expression, perhaps mimicked from the people she’d been watching over the years, though it was more than a little intimidating when she was flashing so many of those deadly choppers at once. Her teeth were like daggers, slender yet visibly sharp, and a surprising pearly white for an animal. Both she and Amy were impeccably groomed all over, hardly looking wild at all. No doubt their handlers enjoyed giving them some direct attention. He couldn’t wait to get in there and give some himself, but there was just one problem.

“Um. How do I get in?” he asked them, looking around at the enclosure for some sort of secret entrance. Everything was locked up tight, with no visible door or hinge to get through.

“Just climb, silly! Don’t humans know how to climb?” Meg teased, but she sounded like she meant it.

John glanced up. The bars were solid and slippery, but there were a few places to put his feet if he got up on them. He didn’t want to imagine what it’d be like to slip and fall from such a height. It would be awfully embarrassing for them to find him all crumpled and managed on the ground outside the lion enclosure come morning. He glanced at Meg a moment with a look of disbelief, and just saw her nod to him, still beaming brightly. She was such a ray of sunshine, even in the middle of the night, with such a cute and cattish quality to her that made him want to just throw a ball of yarn her direction to see what she might do. And as for Amy, she was still giving him that narrow-eyed glare, the occasional swipe of her tongue over lips, everything that meant not only did he have to hazardously climb up a lion’s enclosure that was specifically designed to keep big cats in and humans out, now he had to do it with a hard-on.

He wasn’t giving up, not when the opportunity of a lifetime was staring at him with warm, impossibly enticing fuck-me eyes. Part of him had to wonder if he was going to be the first person in history to have sex with a lioness. But maybe he wasn’t even the first guy they’d lured into their clutches. Up he went, carefully placing his feet all the way, holding on tight until his knuckles turned bright white. When he got to the top, he made the mistake of looking down while he slowly tossed his leg up and over the slightly spiky top. That certainly wasn’t pleasant to feel digging into his belly, but at least he didn’t impale himself. When he made it, he was dangling a moment, awkwardly trying to find a foothold to make his way down again, but he ended up just letting go. For a moment, he felt terror as he free-fell into the lion’s den, hitting the soft dirt of the simulated environment with a solid thud, keeling over in a heap of limbs and gasping.

His eyes were closed a moment as he grimaced in pain from the landing. When he opened them, he had to gasp out at the sight of the two lioness looming right above him. They hadn’t made any noise, nor even shifted the ground on their approach, despite their size. They were the perfect, silent predators, able to hunt down anything they wanted. And it so happened that he was what they wanted. All his confidence melted away in favour of sheer nervousness, freezing him to the spot. He was in their domain now, subject to their whims, and as horny as he still was, he had no idea how to even go about starting with them. They didn’t say anything to greet him, simply giving him some throaty rumbles that were something like a purr, but much more forceful, closer to a growl. Then they swooped in, and he flinched, even yelped.

They weren’t doing anything to harm him. Unless he counted the scratchy texture of their tongues. He’d been licked by housecats before, but this was on a whole new level. Meg was swiping a slurp over his cheek that left him feeling like he’d just freshly shaved, scraping all the stubble off along with a layer or two of his skin. Amy was even less gentle, going for his throat, working along one side of it and down to his collarbone. It was enough to be almost painful, but instead it was intensely tingly, leaving him slumping down, simply accepting whatever it was they wanted to do to him. He felt their claws brushing over his skin, so sharp they left little tatters in his clothing just from a light touch. They worked with precision and power, pulling at his outfit until it was being torn away from him, his bare skin exposed to their tongues.

He tried to stammer out some sort of protest. How was he supposed to get home now? But the words fell silent in favour of breathy sounds as they started working their tongues along his chest, his belly, tickling him and scratching him all alike. He was pretty sure some of those slurps were going to leave marks, though they weren’t causing him any harm. Now and then one of them would slide the tips of their teeth across his skin, giving him the lightest of nibbles. He held very still, but for his rapidly rising and falling chest, making sure he didn’t squirm and cause himself any injury. They weren’t trying to hurt him, but they weren’t afraid of toying with him. They knew he couldn’t do a single thing about it when struggling or wriggling meant possible disembowelment.

His belt was solid, but it sure didn’t seem that way when they got their teeth on it. Amy bit first, but Meg helped too, locking their jaws around that strap of leather and starting to tug. It didn’t last a second. They sliced it into several pieces, leaving him unable to help crying out a moment. One slip, and he was going to be in a whole world of hurt, but they remained precise and careful enough to keep from making him regret things. They at least sheathed their claws to press their great big paws to his thighs, roughly tugging down his pants, leaving the bulge of his cock stretching out his boxers, all exposed. He saved them the trouble and carefully reached for those, not wanting to rise a pair of teeth around the thin fabric, stripping down more or less entirely for them, fully showing off the expanse of his thumping dick. In all his years, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so [i]hard[/i], amazed at just how firm he was actually capable of getting in such a perfect moment.

He wasn’t going to say it out loud, or anything else for that matter, but he had to admit to himself he wasn’t sure about those tongues after feeling how they’d rasped and scraped all over his delicate skin. Their mouths, their [i]jaws[/i] were so very close to his cock then. He could feel their breath on his bare skin. It made him twitch, throb, even [i]spurt[/i]. He could actually see his precum soaring right up into the air, feeling it coming down on him. Some of it landed on Meg’s nose, and she took the opportunity to make a show of licking it off. There couldn’t have been much taste to that small sample, but she still projected forth a resonating hum of pleasure, a little moan that even crept into an exaggerated whimper as if it was the best thing she’d ever taste. Then came the proper licks.

John was truly embarrassed for the sounds that came out of him once he had two lioness tongues swiping up and down his shaft and sack alike. It was impossibly stimulating, frightfully so, making him whimper and squeal like a frightened kitten. That was all he was compared to them. They were two beasts, two apex predators in their prime, and he was just going to have to endure that pleasure. He had no other choice but to squirm and writhe there on the ground, making his hands into fists, beating them against the dirt a little, gritting his teeth as he adjusted to the intensely stimulating of having the big cats sample and tend to him like that. Up and down the went, the added saliva starting to soften the texture of their tongues in time, lubing up their seductive stroking while he curled his toes so hard they dug into the ground beneath him.

The lionesses exchanged a wordless glance, coming to a silent agreement John could only guess at. It was clear enough soon anyway, when Meg withdrew from the collective licking and let Amy be the sole giver of attention for a moment. He saw her jaws opening wide, affording him a brief glance at her teeth before she wrapped her lips snug around his cock. How she managed so much pressure, such a tight squeeze on his member without biting him, he really didn’t know. He definitely flinched though. The warmth, the scratchy slurps, the smooth glide of her lips sliding down his dick, it was enough to bring the kind of moaning out of him that until then he thought was reserved for actors in porn. She took him inside, all the way, in a single motion, burying him balls-deep in lioness muzzle, leaving him with the sight of her eyes staring fondly up at him while her nose pressed firm into his crotch.

He flailed like he was throwing a fit, and eventually Meg just laughed at him, pressing a big paw to his chest to shove him down flat on the dirt while Amy sucked him off. As much as he wished he couldn’t have lasted longer while enduring such a blissful experience, there wasn’t enough willpower in the entire universe to keep from blowing a load right between those dark lips. One suck, up and down, then a second, fully enveloping him all over again, letting him feel his tip throbbing near the back of her throat, surrounding him with humid heat, with dripping saliva, with the muscular tension of her gulping at his precum, and he could only scrunch his face up tight and whimper like he was lamenting a great loss. But the only thing he’d lost was a truly impressive amount of cum, rushing up through his shaft in an orgasm as sudden as it was forceful. His hips jumped and bounced, accidentally humping forth, feeling the edges of her teeth glancing harmlessly over his skin while he emptied a great creamy mess directly down her throat.

The sound of her gulping it down almost made him cum again. He hadn’t softened. She swallowed from his shaft, closing her eyes and giving a long, soothed sigh as she slowly slipped her way off his cock with a titillating [i]schluck[/i]. That last lick along the way made him shake a little, his breath coming short despite the lack of exertion. He was gritting his teeth in what felt like a snarl of his own, but he was certain it didn’t compare. He was so hard it almost hurt a little, making it hard to hold still. Amy seemed to know it, flicking her tongue against his shaft just one more time, the tiny touch enough to make him curl up in a ball for a moment, protectively shielding his oversensitive shaft from her attention as she lightly chuckled. Meg meanwhile loomed close to his face, practically kissing him, speaking into his open mouth with the scent of his cum on her breath.

“So quick! Well, you’re definitely going to have to make it up to us. Don’t even think about calling yourself done yet.” Her voice still had that sweetness to it, but it was more hushed in favour of a deeper, more rumbly tone. As playful as her words might have been, he caught the essence of a subtle threat beneath them. “And I know just the thing! I hope you’re good with your tongue!”

He managed to stammer out all of a single syllable before he was being smothered and pinned by the lioness’ weight. She pounced upon his face, first pressing him against her belly, then sliding forth so he could get nice and intimate with her backside. The force of her attack had his nose all but inside of her pussy, taking in a good huff of her exotic scent while he gasped in surprise. She offered no warning or reassurances, simply laying claim and sitting on his face, planting her paws down above his head to at least take some of the weight off of him. She could have easily crushed him right there, but she settled for just shoving him hard against her cunt, letting that hot slit take over much of his face while she slid herself back and forth from his forehead to his chin, smearing everything in between with the sweltering scent of horny cat. He loved it on first gasp.

Even more potent was her taste. She didn’t bother commanding him with words. She simply escalated her rumbles for a moment, letting them burst forth with the slightest hint of a growl, and he got the idea. He didn’t dare hesitate. Keeping a lioness waiting seemed like a bad idea no matter what species you were, human or lion alike. Though he was hardly sure what he was doing as he got going, he did his best to swipe and drag his tongue in precise, exact motions to pleasure he as much as possible. It was pretty much the same as any other pussy, right? He tried all the tricks, the strokes, the drags, the curling of the tip of his tongue to really get in there and eat her out, swiping across all her inner details as well as those on the outside. The taste was immense, coating his senses in her delicious flavour, flooding his mind with pleasure. It was reward enough for his services.

It was hard to breathe much while smothered by her hindquarters, but he didn’t worry about that too much when he was actually getting results. She was making a mess of his face, the slurps becoming noisier and noisier as he worked. Trickles of hot lioness juice ran down his cheeks, and into his open mouth. He swallowed them down, feeling the heat warming him all the way down to his belly, while he tensed up his shoulders as the lack of air grew more and more noticeable. Maybe he couldn’t have tried to escape, but the easier way of getting out of her dominant pin seemed to satisfy her in every way. That meant shoving his tongue fully inside of her, kissing his lips right up against her pussy, and eating her out as thoroughly as he possibly could with what remained of his dwindling energy and consciousness.

A sloppy plunge back and forth produced the lewdest of sounds, echoing in his ears with this [i]schlurps[/i] and [i]schlups[/i], drowning out everything else. He kept his eyes closed, drank as much of the mess as he could, and his constant encouragement came in the form of her thunderous growls shaking through her entire system and down into his. They rattled his skull, ran down his spine, and they made his dick twitch even mere minutes after orgasm. His chest was starting to burn by then, and his freedom came when Meg gave a forceful hump forth, like a sudden muscular spasm, her planted hind leg slipping in the dirt some as she reacted. It might have been an orgasm, or it might have just been another escalation towards such, but either way she leapt up from his face and left him a gasping mess coughing his way through the juices as he refilled his lungs.

He was completely soaked, his skin glistening with the added wetness, his chest heaving while he sucked down fresh air in rapid gulps, not bothering to rise from where he was. That made him the perfect target for another pounce. Amy gave him all of five seconds to catch his breath before she was sitting her rear right down on him, shoving hard down on his whole head as she turned her tail and hiked it up high before taking her seat. She was facing the opposite direction that Meg had, meaning he had even more access to her hindquarters, and he didn’t bother complaining or struggling. She knew what she wanted, and he was just going to have to satisfy her if he wanted to keep from suffocating beneath a lioness rump. In terms of ways to go, it might have been one of his preferred methods.

His tongue was a little numb, his jaw a little sore, but he managed to get something good going. Rather than eat his way right inside, he instead started with some energetic slurps this time, lashing up and down, basting her in spit from pussy to the base of her tail. He pressed right up against her backside too, eating her ass, not showing a moment’s hesitation to give a lioness the slickest rimjob she’d ever experienced. Or so he liked to think. His arms were weak, but he managed to reach up and clutch at her tail while he dragged his tongue back and forth along her whole, his reward, such as it was, coming in the form of Amy snarling out and grinding harder into his face, until his tongue almost popped inside her. He settled for a good external massage, mashing his tongue hard, working up and down, getting absolutely everything he could while he could still move his tongue at all.

Amy was at least balanced on her hind legs, keeping from just flopping on him with all her weight, but she could put a whole lot of pressure down. Her legs flexed tight, her claws digging into the dirt just beside his head while she rubbed pinned his tongue right in placed, wedged in the folds of her pussy for her to grind on. Back and forth she went, humping herself against him, keeping him from doing so much as licking as she used that massive weight of hers to completely control him. His head was digging into the dirt beneath him, leaving a deep indent from being sat on so hard, and he squirmed plenty, his legs squirming back and forth, his hands pressing up to her hips to try to push upwards and get just a little breathing room. He might as well have been trying to lift an entire building for fruitless his efforts were. That lioness wanted to sit right on his tongue and slide her sex back and forth across it, using it for a toy, and he was just going to have to lie there and offer himself to her if he wanted to remain in one piece. Or at least the constant thunder echoing up from her throat and chest made it sound like those were the stakes, as she dominated him from head to chest, keeping him concealed beneath her rear while her tufted tail lashed back and forth, the big cat soaking in the pleasure of controlling and using the human to fulfill her needs.

He’d swallowed so many juices by the time she raised herself from him that their tastes were deeply imbued into his senses. It took some effort to actually dislodge that tongue of his from her, and she tugged until it slickly popped free with a musky splatter. That left him drooling, panting like a dog before simply choking, his throat briefly clogged with the essence of feline arousal he’d done such a good job of coaxing out in plentiful supply. He turned over onto his side, wheezing for a time, then simply breathing heavily, letting consciousness come back to his body, at least partly. His head was swirling, and he was only partly sure of where he was. His vision took some time to clear, and after a few good blinks and a wipe of his face he was treated to the sight of two lions crouched low, their tails twitching, their hips swinging back and forth as they prepared a bounce. The display of fangs from them both had him freezing up, raising his hands and slipping into a deer-in-headlights pose that left him perfectly vulnerable for whatever they wished to do with him next.

It wasn’t near as violent as they made it look, but this wasn’t the Meg he’d seen before. The look in her eyes were pure animal, a furious lust taking her over as she threw herself onto him. He was flattened, shoved down hard, her big paws planted on his shoulders with such force that he could hardly feel his fingers. She flashed those teeth directly in front of his face, projecting a snarl that left his ears briefly ringing, the bassy force something he could feel in his chest. It probably could have knocked out windows, but it was all for him as she loomed above,having a staredown that he simply could not win. He blinked plenty, while her eyes remained fiercely open, showing him the fire that dwelt within her as she held him helpless beneath her predatory strength. Something about her had changed, that sweetness gone in favour of pure lioness aggression. Or maybe she’d always been like that.

Either way, she needed something from him, and she was going to take it. He hadn’t softened. If anything he was finding the fear fuelled his arousal, keeping him pulsing even as he stared death itself in the face. Part of him wanted to to think she’d never hurt him. She’d been so sweet, so kindly when she spoke to him. But she wasn’t speaking anymore. She was showing her purely feral side as she sought out the right position. It might have been a slightly awkward bit of fumbling, but he wasn’t going to take any amusement from it when her fangs were that close to his face, and his throat. She found her mark in time, rubbing up against his cock, letting him press and grind against her well-licked slit until he was parting those folds in a single smooth motion, burying him in the hungering embrace of her sleek pussy.

Her response was another half-roar right in his face, the snarly sound blowing his hair back, making his eyes water. Her breath was steamy hot, making his skin feel damp. Or maybe that was the saliva, dripping in strands from her teeth as they wetly flashed in his face. She pressed down hard on him, putting enough weight on his hips that he felt the strain. He should have been enjoying himself more than he was, he thought. He was balls-deep in a lioness, feeling her clenching furiously upon his dick. It felt good. And she wasn’t hurting him. But just the proximity of her claws, of her fangs, and those constant snarls erupting in his face kept on him edge. Of course, all the tension in his muscles just meant he was spurting harder, shooting that cat’s snatch full of precum so thickly it felt like he was already cumming.

He hoped she didn’t expect him to display any sort of feline stamina. The velvety embrace of her pussy sliding up and down his shaft wasn’t something he could resist. It had him hyperventilating, showing a slight snarl of his own as his mouth fell open with those rapid gasps. He clenched, he tensed, he moved his hips, but it was clear that Meg was in total control as she rode him hard enough to bruise, thumping down again and again until the initial dull pain numbed over into nothing. There was only the pleasure, surging up through his body, a fiery heat that kept him pumping, kept him throbbed deep within her nethers, filling her with that hot fluid until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He shut his eyes tight, freeing himself from the sight of her drooly snarl, and simply let the climax overtake his every sense, blanking him into whiteout pleasure, forgetting everything but the constricting clamp of the big cat’s cunt around his cock as he came for her.

Shooting his load into such a powerful beast was a feeling worth all the danger, worth the sore hips and strained muscles. For those moments, he was crying out at the top of his lungs, bellowing, not caring how foolish he might have sounded. It hardly mattered anyway. As he filled her with cum, Meg clamped down, tossed her head back, and milked out an orgasm of her own while she burst into a truly deafening roar. He only heard part of it before his hearing went silent for a time. When it returned, his ears were ringing sharply, his head spinning, his ears watering. The afterglow hit him like a train, leaving him helpless, unable to even lift his arms. He felt his seed overflowing from the lioness, slowly trickling from beneath her tail, running down the back of her thighs, all the way down to her paws, and then he heard the sinful squelch of her pulling off of him, the sound accompanied by her satisfied rumbles.

They granted him all of five seconds to rest and recover. And that was merely so Amy could properly align herself for another devastating pounce. She slammed into him so hard that he flopped over on his side, rolling over with her as she grappled and clawed at him. He was pretty sure she wasn’t wounding him terribly, though he definitely felt the occasional scratch. There were going to be some marks on his skin by the time they were done with him. Maybe a few scars. He got some sort pride of out that. But mostly he was thinking about the sensation of her teeth locked around his throat once she shoved him flat upon his back again, holding him down while she gnawed upon the soft skin of his neck. She wasn’t choking him. But he was pretty sure he was bleeding a little.

Something about it made him hard again. He hardly wanted to be. He was sore, over sensitive, barely able to breathe right as she bit harder and harder, leaving him with nothing more than shallow gasps. She didn’t relent even as she mounted up on him, finding his shaft, sinking it inside of him. Her claws ran down his chest, scratching him at first, then outright slicing him. The pain was sharp for a moment before it numbed over. His body was flooded with endorphins, tingling in places, aching in others. He couldn't feel his feet. And all through it, the pleasure of her pussy pumping and pounding down upon his dick kept him going, kept him arching, writhing, whimpering even, sounding more pathetic while she chewed upon his skin and came ever closer to simply breaking his neck in a single bite as she put just a little more pressure on him with every thrust of her muscular haunches, thudding down on him hard enough to bend him in half, testing the integrity of his bones, the limits of just how much punishment his body could take while the lioness made her fuck him.

He wasn’t sure if he could cum again. His cock was sore, the swipes and strokes of her sex sliding up and down, squeezing, massaging over his every inch as if to claim them, it was more making him flinch than moan at that point. She didn’t seem to care, her teeth digging in to the point streaks of blood were running from their tips. Her claws drew crimson marks upon his chest, and she made it more concerning when she ran her tongue along his wounds, tasting the blood she’d drawn, drinking it as she used him for her pleasure. She was so tight, so hot, soaking wet, just waiting for him to fill her. It was only going to get worse the longer she rode him, her thunderous growls hinting at violent intent should he fail to provide for her. One more, he told himself, scrunching up his face, grunting, before he was just whimpering again. He knew it sounded pathetic, but he couldn't help it, feeling that muscleclad big cat ramming herself down on him, shoving him in and out of her so firmly his balls were slapping up against her backside.

In the end he managed at least to cum for her, though it was far from impressive. He was breathless, sightless, completely out of energy as he strained his way to a few shots of jizz inside her. She nonetheless reacted, finally releasing his bleeding throat, her canines lightly coated in red as she roared towards the sky, filling the zoo and perhaps the city itself with the sound of a lioness cumming. It was a thunderclap that slid down into a sharp snarl, some shrill yowls mixed in with the heavy bass of her voice as she clamped down and milked him down to the very last watery drop, until her contractions upon his softening shaft were outright painful. He flinched, he squirmed, trying to drag himself away, anything to get away from those teeth, those claws, those constant clenches, as if she thought she might get a few more squirts out of him if she just [i]squeezed[/i] hard enough.

Eventually she gave a chuff, one that almost seemed mocking. She slowly climbed off of him, licking the blood of her teeth, swishing her tail slowly. Meg loomed closed as well. They were both giving him a similar stare, their eyes flashing dark, looking almost black in the low light. They didn’t speak to him. They simply licked their chops, even drooling on him a little bit. He watched them as he circled, laying there, flopping out and sprawled, murmuring, unable to even form words. Soaked and sweating, hurting, bleeding, he was a mess, not even able to crawl away from there. He could hardly act surprised. He didn’t expect to walk out of an encounter with two horny lionesses, though he really wasn’t sure about the looks they were giving him. If they wanted more, he might have had the willpower, but he wasn’t sure his body could handle any more without breaking.

They were fixated on him, flashing him their most threatening of looks. If he could walk, he would have backed into a corner, just to see those toothy warnings on display. They faked some lunges, making him jolt, startling him, while the trace circles all around him, trodding deep into the dirt while he struggled to even sit. He didn’t know what they were getting at, but he wasn’t aroused anymore. He simply hurt, and he set to rubbing at some of those claw marks, at those indents in his flesh that came with Amy’s love bite. If it could even be called loving. His tense shoulders sank with relief when they stopped to sit on opposite sides of him, exchanging a glance over his battered form. Then came their tongues again. This time, it wasn’t just uncomfortable, it was painful.

The lionesses showed no mercy, no tenderness for his sore wounds and marks. Their scratchy tongues dragged harshly across his cuts, across his bleeding scratches and bites, smearing the red across his skin where they weren’t simply lapping it up. They punctuated that treatment with some shocking rumbles, sounds that rattled through them like the sound of a metal saw grinding through a tree. He flinched, he grit his teeth, and all through, he watched them swallowing. They were deep, maybe even exaggerated motions, their throats bulging as they gulped, and it only became apparent to him after he was glistening with their saliva, his skin stinging from the rough attention. They were drinking his blood right off his body.

“Delicious. Just as I expected,” Meg mused, then turned her head to the other lioness. “I don’t suppose you want anything else from him before we start?”

Amy just shook her head. “I doubt he can give anymore. He’s done.”

Meg gave a short chuckle and nodded her head. “Then, I will be polite. The first bite is yours, if you want it.”

Amy didn’t respond with words. She simply gave a throaty growl that was little more than a grunt. Meg nodded again.

“I thought so. Help yourself. But choose wisely. I get second dibs.”

John really wasn’t sure how he felt about being talked about like he wasn’t even there, and he eventually managed to prop himself up on his elbows, though that was wobbly. It didn’t last long. Amy slammed a paw down on his chest, knocking the air out of him, pinning him flat to the dirt. She didn’t hesitate to go for her prize. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen her teeth, but this time it was different. She descended upon him with a snarl, and he didn’t get so much as a gasp out before she was digging into his flesh, biting right through his skin as easily as if through paper, puncturing him, tearing him, ripping a ragged piece of flesh from his belly deep enough to expose his innards. He was left to watch her chewing on a piece of him, loudly crunching into his own flesh, and then swallowing.

The pain still hadn’t set in, to the point he was wondering if it ever would. He didn’t feel anything at all. All he did was stare at her bloodstained muzzle. Just one bite, and her fur was already soaked, crimson dripping from her lips, her eyes entirely devoid of the intelligence they had shown before. She was an animal, and she was eating him alive. He tried not to look at his own wound, but finally pulling his eyes away from Amy, only to get a look at Meg as she descended. She bit deeply into the muscles of his bone arm, sinking her teeth right down to the bone beneath the bicep, the oozing wounds outright squirting as she bit off a hearty mouthful. He had never seen so much blood. It was pooling out all around him, soaking into the dirt, creating mud where he lay faintly twitching, the shock overtaking his senses keeping him from crying out.

They’d chosen their spots, and they proceeded to rip pieces out of him, eating him chunk by chunk. Some of his senses went dull, leaving him barely feeling what was happening to him. He could feel the warmth of his own blood staining his skin, their breath upon his open wounds. Most of all, he could [i]hear[/i] it. The crunching, the tearing, the ripping of his flesh, torn from his body in juicy mouthfuls, swallowed down without even chewing first. Amy had her muzzle buried deep inside his belly, eating him from the outside, pulling organs from that gaping wound. Meg seemed more inclined to muscle, stripping the meat off of his upper arm, working down towards his forearm, then his hands. He managed to shift his watering eyes to hers, and she looked right back at him as she tucked his hand between her lips, sealing her teeth about his wrist, then squeezing. He heard the crackle, sounding like a firecracker going off, as she bit right through the flesh and bone alike, chomping off his entire hand in a single massive bite.

She held it for a while, looking like she was grinning. Her muzzle and teeth alike were soaked in red, so it was hard to tell. He could see it in there. His severed hand was just sitting there upon her tongue, and she held it there a while, even sucking on it as if it were a piece of candy. Then she gave an elaborate gulp, tossing her head back, letting him see the slight bulge of her swallowing down such a vital piece of him. He still couldn’t feel much hurt. His arm was useless, stripped mostly to the bone but for some remaining scraps of meat, and he’d lost enough blood to justify dying, but he held on, just a little longer. A deep bite to his innards got a few twitches from his body, and Meg shot a look towards Amy when she noticed.

“Careful! Nothing vital! We want to keep him warm as long as we can,” she chided, her voice playful as it had been before, despite the crimson coating to her face and even her chest.

Amy wasn’t using words anymore, simply grunting her acknowledgement, withdrawing from his open belly to look for a new target. She lingered briefly above his softened cock, and even in his shocked state he had to flinch at that. But, she instead settled on his thigh, digging deeply into the meat there, one of the meatiest parts of him for her to shred and chew. Her teeth sliced through him effortlessly, sinking down to the bone, leaving a great glistening gap in his flesh as she ripped out a chunk bigger than she could swallow, letting it dangle from her lips, the severed nerves, veins, tendons all gushing as that fresh human meat swayed back and forth. She bit it in half, and gulped the first bite, then snatched up the second with a swift lunge, digging back in while he painted her pretty fur a bright red. All he heard was the splattering, the tearing, the slick and slippery shredding sounds of her devouring his leg, stripping it to the bone, her tongue scraping against it to ensure she didn’t miss a single scrap of meat.

“Hey, that’s too much! You’re supposed to have patience!” Meg gave a sigh, but seemed to shrug her shoulders. “At least wait for me!”

She dove in, practically headbutting the other lioness. Amy didn’t seem bothered by the other cat’s enthusiasm. She was far too focused on her meal, biting off the looser chunks of fat and muscle, then working in against the bone with her tongue, swiping back and forth with a scratchy sound, cleaning that bone so thoroughly she’d wiped much of the red right off it. They were polished white by the time she was done sucking out every single bit of flavour, and they crackled easily between her teeth too. Meg was starting lower, peeling the skin off the bony part of his shin, before slipping around back and penetrating his calf with her long teeth, pulling off a great, stretching mouthful of flesh and sinew that she smacked and gobbled down in an instant. His foot twitched oddly when she did that, his nerves dull but his muscles still finding ways of contracting, showing their own distress even if his brain ignored him. He was paralyzed, frozen on the spot, knowing he probably ought to at least try to scream for help, that it might not be too late to save him despite all the surely permanent damage, but he couldn’t make a sound. Maybe a bit of a cough. But that probably wasn’t a good sign, especially when he tasted the blood in his mouth, running up his throat.

He was aware that he was dying. It wasn’t clear how he knew, given how muted his senses were at that point. They withdrew from the spots they were feeding from, lingering near again, their heads bobbing as they sized him up, looking for the perfect place to strike their finishing blow. Amy lunged forth, ripping through his belly, piercing his stomach, shredding her way to her intended target. She ripped open his chest with her claws, spreading his skin apart as if performing an autopsy, and this time he really did feel it. He felt the pressure of jaws around his heart, squeezing so hard it stopped beating. That would have been enough to kill him, but she started digging her teeth in at the very same moment that Meg wrapped her jaws snugly around his throat. He could see one of her eyes looking at him, almost a tease in her delighted, unblinking stare she gave him as she snuffed him out.

His last words, such as they were, came out as nothing more than a gurgling noise. Meg took her time. She crushed his windpipe, punctured his jugular, and forced every gasp of air out of his lungs. Rather than rip his throat out, she simply held on, suffocating him, until finally her teeth matched up with his vertebrae. They fit perfectly. Then there was a snap, which he somehow managed to hear, and a juicy splattered with Amy ripped into his heart as it gave its last pump. He twitched, his two ruined limbs falling right from his body, connected by only bones and traces of ligaments, and was left to die in a pool of his own guts while the lionesses helped themselves to all the meat left upon his bones. He felt a moment of strange euphoria, as if this was all a dream, and they were simply sucking him to orgasm while he slept. But then it faded into coldness, his skin feeling like he’d been dropped in the middle of a frozen lake, his shivers fading to twitching and then to stillness as he breathed his last and feel to nothingness, his eyes open and glassy as Meg watched him die with a look of pride and pleasure on her face.

Only then did she release him, though it wasn’t a matter of simply removing her teeth from his throat. She dug in, snapping through his neck until the bone was little more than dust and splinters, and pulled back, clenching tight around the ruined flesh. She tore out his throat like a wolf, letting the severed veins flail about, spurting as the last of the blood pressure flowed through them. The gaping wound was so massive she’d almost decapitated him, leaving his head attached by nothing more than a few stretched strands of skin. She ate his windpipe with a few crunches, chewing on it briefly, though lions weren’t great that that. Most of the meat they stripped off, they swallowed down whole, their teeth ample at slicing off chunks but not exactly designed for gnawing it to mush. Still, Meg couldn’t help herself with such a specific piece of him, pressing the remaining meat from one side of her mouth to the other with her tongue, making sure to get plenty of flavour out of it before she swallowed.

They didn’t need to hold back anymore. It became a race, a messy, noisy process of devouring him, just to see who could get the most of him inside their bellies. Even dead, his blood still spurted out with every bite, raining upon their pretty pelts until they were thoroughly stained in fresh crimson. Their jaws were strong enough to crush his bones, crackling through them to slurp out the marrow within. Everything was food to them. Amy ate his heart out, squishing it between her teeth and swallowing its ruined form whole. She ripped out his lungs, his kidneys, smashing each one like a juicy berry, letting it gush out across his corpse before she swallowed. Meg was simply stripping him down. She ripped out his throat, then moved up to his face, crackling through his skull with a single bite, crunching, crushing, even eating pieces of his brain that oozed through his broken skull. Another tug of her jaws, and she ripped off his jaw, disfiguring the rest of his face in a few more bites, scooping out her eyes with her tongue and crushing him, and setting to methodically tearing off feature after feature until he was entirely unrecognizable. It was a small part of him compared to Amy’s feast, but she couldn't help but find the carnage satisfying.

Of course, she couldn’t let the other cat have all the fun, and she set to pulling his remaining arm off, even shoving against Amy’s shoulder to shove her out of the way. Amy shoved back, and they set to lightly wrestling, pushing each other back and forth as they fought for their perfect piece, their chosen mouthful, until they’d eaten much of his upper half. Amy hollowed out his chest cavity, stripping out near everything she could find, and Meg devoured his entire arm, bones and all, in loud snapping bites. She pulled his shoulder out of its socket, and loudly chewed upon it until there was nothing more than splinters of bone left in the dirt. They moved on to his legs, working on the remains of his thighs, his calves, biting his toes right off. It wasn’t the most efficient of eating, perhaps. But they were in no rush. No one would be checking on them until morning, and it was already far too late for that human who had been foolish enough to climb into a lion cage.

Despite the shoving, Amy paused to exchange a look with Meg before she continued. Meg gave a nod.

“I had the first taste. I suppose it’s only fair,” she said.

Amy didn’t offer thanks, but simply snapped up her treat in a single bite. She didn’t bother to save his softened cock. She simply bit it off and swallowed it down in one go. Same with his balls, until there was nothing more than an open wound where his genitals used to be. Meg joined in for the finale, breaking his pelvis, eating the last of the scraps and bones along with Amy, cheek to cheek, smearing each other in John’s blood while they finished off their meal. Their bellies sagged slightly with the weight of their meal, but really, he was more of a treat than a proper feast. The two of them enjoyed the taste of human, and it was rare enough to call it a delicacy for them. But he wasn’t their first. And he wouldn’t be their last. As they set to swiping up all the blood they’d spilled, sweeping all the tiny pieces of his skeleton into their mouths and swallowing, they ensured there wasn’t a literal lick of evidence left. But for his clothing, torn apart and cast aside. But they could bury that somewhere in the enclosure before morning.

Before bothering with that, they two of them rested together, rolling onto their sides, muzzle to muzzle. A slurp here and there was the first step in cleaning the blood off each other’s fur, the lingering taste a mere memory of their meal, but serviceable as a dessert. It was going to take some extensive grooming to really get the stain out of their fur, but that was what those lion tongues were for. The human stirred up activity in their bellies as they rested, bringing out some noisy gurgles as they slowly turned the pieces of him into soup. In mere minutes of ripping and tearing, he’d been stuffed away into two hungering lion guts, digesting one ruined piece at a time, bubbling and churning. The feeling made them purr, or at least it was a happy growl as they let their bellies simmer away, their mutual slurping proving effect at least at cleaning some of the stains off each other’s faces.

“Best one yet?” Meg sleepily mused as she slathered up the other cat in saliva.

“Mmm,” Amy said, sounding noncommittal. “One of the better ones at least. Tasty. Good dick.”

Whether she meant the way he used it, or the way it tasted wasn’t really clear. They kept on grooming each other in relative silence until they were satisfied, then leaned in for a nuzzle, showing a moment of affection before they relaxed down flat together. There was still some evidence to get rid of, but big cats like them knew the importance of a nap after a good meal. Whatever traces of John that might have been remotely identifiable were soon melted down to nothing, liquefied beneath the layers of lioness wrapped around them, slowly sloshing him through their intestines to be fully absorbed. They ever so slowly fattened up on his contributions, taking what they could from him. His life and existence was nothing more than nutrients to them. They might have been intelligent. But he was nothing more than meat to two hungry lionesses, lured in by the promise of a night he’d never forget. It was probably safe to say they’d delivered on their promise. And when the word got out and people started searching for the missing human, the last place they’d ever think to look was the bottom of two lion bellies.