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Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by preyitem

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Wyatt grinned as he clocked off work in the office, loosening his tie. The end of the day was the best time of day for many people, not just him, and he was primed and ready to head straight out the door. It was no surprise that many took summer holidays in the warmest months of the year considering that it was the quietest time in their workplace but he just couldn’t bring himself to go further afield when he had so many interesting things to see close to home when the summer months brought him in his favourite skimpy attire into the best bars and nightclubs to suit his lifestyle.

For his country was the best of the best simply for the fact that “The Company” had genetically engineered human-animal hybrids and, oh, to say that he couldn’t get enough of them would have been a gross understatement. Even in his workplace, his everyday office job, he struggled to focus in meetings as his mind wandered to the wonderful creatures that were not at all present in his workplace, an entirely human affair, whether they were an anthro mare with fine, delicate ears or a towering stud of a wildebeest with snorting, flaring nostrils. Every last one of them held a different appeal but, for the purposes of his after-work life and what drove his heart into a wildly beating frenzy. The fact that anthros had been created for more nefarious means than integrating as seamlessly with society as they had was by the by to Wyatt, however, as long as he treated them all with the due respect and reverence that they deserved.

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The bar though, Tails and Paws, was a far better venue than his workplace for taking care of a very particular kind of need in his gut, a throb and a pound that only the pulse of music and the rock of one’s hips could truly match up to. With due haste on his heels, he left what he had been working on that Friday afternoon (who paid all that much attention to what did or did not get done on a Friday anyway?) and headed out, shoes clipping smartly on the smooth flooring. A quick stop at home dressed him in a more slender-fit trouser that was not quite as clingy as skinny-jeans, allowing him the flexibility and comfort to move that he wanted still. It was not required that he wear something to show off his body and he chose, that night, to cover himself up just a little more to let them guess, a light shirt covering his chest with silvery thread in the stitching for a touch of highlighting.

The bouncer stood back as he walked up, a tall, bulky Shire stallion whose muscles strained at his T-shirt, needing little more to prove both his dominance and his power, true to his breed. Thick feather layered his fetlocks as he stood tall, though he didn’t have to do anything to appear intimidating as he waved Wyatt up with a flick of his tail, eyes bright. Others in line may have grumbled if they weren’t in the know about just what Wyatt could do for them but, well, the stallion clapped him on the shoulder and smirked as he leaned down to Wyatt’s level. Surprisingly, that was quite a way.

“Enjoy,” he grunted throatily, tail flicking in a swish and fall of hair. “But if you’re free later tonight...I’ll be waiting...”

Oooh!

Grinning madly, Wyatt nodded as he was waved straight in, even though it was still early and, well, he rarely had to stay there very late at all with how much he was in demand those days. It didn’t matter who was there as he would fuck everyone and anyone in fur, though he would not have denied to anyone (not that he could have) that dominant ladies were the very greatest treat that he personally desired. The feel of furred thighs up against him, perhaps a tiger’s lips parting darkly as she moaned... Wyatt shivered. There was nothing like that and even the feel of their folds was different, edged with softer fur to protect their most vulnerable of parts while they shoved him down there to eat them out, tongue-fucking them with all the skill he had in his extensive repertoire of pleasure.

He’d barely gotten two feet inside the bar before a bull clapped him on the shoulder, calling out his name, though the smile on his lips was all that Wyatt needed to see with the music pounding out some suitable beat for a Friday. It was not a rock venue but they did not lean too far into dance music either, keeping it nicely in the middle and, truthfully, no one there, whether anthro or human, was all that concerned about the music when there were both flirty and lustful delights to be adored.

There was standing room only inside the bar but that was not about to stop Wyatt as he got in for free, the music thumping, the dance floor to the back of the place filled with heaving, sweaty bodies, everyone striving to work out the ills of the week. He could not help but pause for a second, watching a red panda grind up against her girlfriend on the edge of the dance floor, a man laughing with a bongo at a small, round table, their drinks wobbling as they pressed in a little too close. There were more too, the bulkier, muscled studs like his favourite stallion bouncer, rhinos and zebras, more horses too, predators that drew his eye with the sharp gleam of saliva on their teeth setting off the casual set of their bodies. They knew that they were studs and his cock swelled already with lust, need tingling through him, throbbing in time with the driving, commanding beat of the music.

Wyatt took a deep breath. There were eyes on him, he knew, but he tried not to look, wanting it to be a surprise who took him home that night. He didn’t need to look to know that someone was after his dick, wanting something more from him as he swallowed a moan, wondering just how far things could be pushed even then. There were so many furs there that he wanted to spend time with, hips working, pumping and gyrating, a feline casting a look back at him over her shoulder as her tail swished, drawing his eyes down her perfect arse.

Damn...

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And then he saw her. Wyatt did not know how he could have possibly have missed her, the fully feral lioness sitting on a stool at the bar, though she completely dwarfed it. Her tail hung down with the light rings darkening the tip, swishing back and forth lazily, a drink set up on the bar before her. A black stripe ran straight down her back – of course, she didn’t wear any clothes – and her ears were perked as if she was paying attention to something that he couldn’t see. Every inch of her boasted raw power, muscles rippling beneath the shimmer of her beautiful, gleaming, golden coat, a creature in prime condition and more ferocious than Wyatt could have ever have hoped to be even if that had been his thing. Whereas he was always a boy on his knees for the dominant anthros that he lusted for, submitting to in any way they pleased, it was all he could do right there and then to not throw himself to the ground at her paws.

He’d heard about that “The Company” was creating feral hybrids too as a form of long-term population control out in the wild where some species were becoming at greater and greater risk, although he had not believed it before. Yet it was hard to think of anything else with the evidence of the intelligent feral lioness right there before his eyes, sitting tall and proud in all her glory, as casual as anyone may have liked.

He didn’t mean to move but his feet were in motion before he could hold himself back, the lioness’ back to him with the seats on her left and her right empty. He couldn’t see her fangs but, well, he knew they were there, everything about her exuding an air of perfect danger, drawn to her like the blundering lamb to the footpaws of the lion destined to devour them. As he drew closer, step by step, her tail lashed back and forth, becoming agitated, ears rotating back, fixing on him even though she could surely not actually see him. Yet she knew he was there and his breath caught, tight in his chest, lust throbbing, his cock hard and bulging through his trousers, unable to contain himself.

Wyatt licked his lips. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was sneaking up on her and was about to step to the side so that she could better see him when she rotated her head without shifting her body, her gaze locking onto him.

And then free movement was stripped from him, locked in the narrow, focused stare of a predator, one of the world’s most impressive, apex predators. The intensity of that stare was something that Wyatt could not put words to, weak at the knees for more than sexual desire, panting shortly, sweat trickling down the back of his neck in a curl of darkening, dampening hair. His cock could not have hardened any more, leaking pre-cum as if he was on the point of orgasm – but why was that? Still ten feet away from her, his knees shook, trying to force his body to respond, to move closer, even though she could leap and end his life in a moment, he was quite sure of that. The lioness said nothing, didn’t need to say anything, Wyatt prey to her stare, fingers curling and uncurling, need coursing through that he could not put a name to.

He had to be with her.

And he was going to be with her – if not for the poodle that whipped around him, jumping up in his face.

“Hi! Wyatt! Funny seeing you here tonight!”

Of course, it was not funny at all as he was there most weekends, though the trimmed poodle (her soft, grey fur cut in the old, popular fashion so that it clung to her wrists and around her head and years, leaving the majority of her body sexily shaved) but he didn’t have a chance to say that as Dolly dragged him away, furtively glancing back over her shoulder as if she was checking to see if the lioness was following. Not that anyone would have been able to do anything if she had been but Dolly made sure that the rather bemused lioness was right where she was supposed to be, plonking Wyatt down at a table at the back of the club where they were less likely to be disturbed.

“Hey!”

Dolly’s girlfriend, Lindsey or just “Lin” for short, waved at them, a grin on the black poodle’s face who matched her girlfriend perfectly. Lindsey was shaved in the same fashion as Dolly, but Wyatt only knew that because he’d spent more than enough time naked with the two of them, the female couple lusting for more, particularly the domination of a willing male who they could make use of in every which way.

“What were you doing?” Dolly glared at Wyatt, prodding him in the chest. “Have you lost your mind? Do you know what that lioness does with nice boys like you?”

Wyatt blinked.

“What do you mean?”

Dolly leaned back, puffing out her cheeks with exasperation.

“Seriously... Do I really have to fill you in here?”

Clearly, that was so and Wyatt pressed her for details, his gaze slipping back and back to the lioness as Dolly talked. For once, Lin had little to say, the quieter of the two, stirring her cocktail, some fruity concoction that was strong on the taste and just as strong on the alcohol.

“You just want to get laid, I know that,” Dolly said, after detailing how the lioness had started coming to the bar, how no one had wanted to get close to her. “Long story short if you can drag your eyes off her, honey, she’s taken four real nice boys out of this bar in just the last week alone – they’ve not come back! Do you really need me to tell you what a predator like that does with boys?”

Wyatt swallowed, shaking his head, but Lin was nodding along, giggling and covering her shaved black muzzle and lips.

“Goodness... Did you think it would be that easy to bed a lion? Sure thing, sweetie, you can sleep with her but no one who goes home with her comes back and she eats them. Alive! Can you imagine that? She’s such a barbarian!”

It didn’t seem to bother Lin all that much, perhaps as she was not a target of the lioness and everyone knew the basic rules surrounding anthros, though not intelligent ferals as yet, eating humans. Wyatt licked his lips, his ears ringing, though there were too many crowded bodies blocking off the lioness from his view. That was a shame. A part of him, the part that did not quail and quiver, wanted to see just how those teeth could be put to work on a slab of steak, the haunch of a cow or something like that. He groaned softly. She must have been so wonderful to watch, her natural instincts simply designed to attack, even if it was destined to be a fatal attraction. Wild prey were not the only things too, of course, that her body was made to lure in.

“What’s so interesting about her?” Dolly said with a shake of her head. “You can have anyone here. She’s just one lioness – there’s anthro ones too!”

“I...” But Wyatt fought to get the words together. “It’s that...she’s dangerous... She’s not like you guys. I just want to get to know her, is there anything so bad about that?”

Of course, the answer to that was obvious but they could only roll their eyes at him. Their poor little human boy that they would need to take care of! All he could babble on about was how sexy she was, how there couldn’t be anything not sexy about her. But they didn’t have to listen to him when they got a few drinks down his throat, which may have increased his babbling and praise, dragging him from the bar when they were good and ready to finally make use of their favourite boy-toy that night.

“Come by when you’re off,” Dolly smirked at the bouncer stallion as they left. “We got a catch!”

Of course, it was a given that he would join them, Steven the stud stallion, as they called him, and the ladies wasted no time in hauling him out the door. But none of that was before he managed to get one last look at the lioness, sitting with another human male, his hands flailing wildly as he did something in a futile attempt to try to impress her. Jealousy throbbed through his gut and he pressed his lips together, but then Dolly was there to turn him away, telling him to forget it, her only intent on getting him away from danger and back to their place.

Not that it was a bad thing at all to be used and taken by the ladies back there, poppers bursting on his tongue as he laughed wildly, the familiar bedroom spinning around him. He couldn’t have said quite how they’d gotten back there so quickly or how he was naked but he felt great and everything was coming together just as he wanted it to, panting heavily as Dolly shoved her shaved pussy in his face, demanding he shove his tongue up in there, lust rising between the three of them. Facing her girlfriend, Dolly clasped Lin’s paws as the black poodle rode Wyatt’s fat cock, one of the things that were the major draws of so many anthros to him. To say that he was well-hung for a boy would have been an understatement with his girthy meat and fat, lemon-sized balls. And the ladies loved it too, Lin grinding and bucking her hips on his meat, riding him for all she was worth, though it was surely not the last time that she would ever fuck their favourite boy-toy.

Dolly was always in heat, the folds of her canine pussy flushed and drooling as he ploughed his tongue up into her, just as she liked it. Whereas the poodle could have easily have brought herself off in but a few moments with his keen tongue to tease her, she drew it out, tightly clasping her lover’s paws, holding Lin as close as she could while they were separated by a hot and lustful body. Her hips rocked and ground, even arching more, tipping back, so that Wyatt’s tongue swept up over her anal ring, the pucker of her tail hole just as sensitive, if even more so than her pussy. And the boy, oh... Oh, he was the best of the best, a boy-toy who would lie beneath them for hours, slurping away for their pleasure, taking everything that her flushed and heady sex possibly had to offer.

Yet Wyatt’s cock throbbed hard and he moaned into the willing cunny crushed lightly to his face, Dolly’s thighs wrapped around his head. There was so much to take in, all at once, and the other poodle rising and falling on his cock was as erotic as it ever had been too, his shaft rigid and flushed full of blood. It couldn’t have gone down or softened even if he’d wanted it to, the heat of Dolly’s sweetly tart juices flowing over his lips and staining his face too erotically exotic to ignore. With a thick grunt that rose unprecedented from the back of his throat, he thrust up into the poodle, drawing a sharp back from her lips while her pussy was speared full with all his rod had to offer.

Whereas there was no rush to reach orgasm, neither did they have to hold back in the slightest as Dolly panted and howled, squirting over his face, covering his chin in a messy slick of her juices. Her orgasm could not have been held back if she’d wanted to and she moaned and moaned, gripping her lover’s paws even as Wyatt slammed up into Lin, trying to give her the most pleasure possible as he groaned and spent himself inside her, ecstasy crashing through, rising and falling with the thrill of the poppers enhancing everything just as he wanted them to do.

Lin rocked and rolled her hips, moaning out loud, lost in the moment, Dolly caressing her face, everything coming together in a lustful blur that she would never have wanted to hold back. Wyatt squirmed, happily pinned beneath them, driving his tongue into the poodle’s pussy, cleaning her out as quickly as her body responded, flooding his face with more and more, his shaft dripping with Lin’s climax.

The bedroom door swung open and there was the stallion who had entered through the door, a smirk on his lips as Steven drew his shirt off over his head without pause. He disrobed as quickly as he was able to as the ladies collapsed on the bed in post-orgasmic bliss, cuddled up in one another’s arms with a distinctly defined wet spot forming beneath Lin’s buttocks.

“Hey!” Dolly flung an arm out to the stallion, a grin on her face. “I thought you’d never get here!”

The stallion’s sheath beckoned and Lin giggled, pointing at him as if she was doing something particularly naughty.

“Suck him,” she giggled. “Get him hard and ready...”

As if Wyatt was going to hold back from that! Of course, a Shire stallion’s cock was larger than he could fit in his mouth but he would do all that he could, fitting the head in, lips strained wide over the flat tip, unflared at the moment. Steven groaned and rolled his hips, though Wyatt was right there to do all that he could for him, pumping his hands down that thick, meaty length, sliding over the medial ring. There was so much of the stallion to lust after that he could barely hold himself back as he offered his arse, his backside loosened nicely by the poppers, which was just one other reason that the ladies had given them to him.

Watching intently, Dolly fingered the black poodle’s pussy as Steven, fully hard, eased into Wyatt’s backside, although that was to be the extent of his gentleness there. As soon as he was in, he grunted, nostrils flaring, muscles tensing, pounding him, pumping him hard and fast, the boy’s tight backside one that was very much in demand. He was lucky to get to spend time with him when Wyatt had his pick of whoever he wanted in the bar, his anal passage clenching as much as it was able to, even though that was nowhere near enough to ever keep out a breeding stud like Steven.

Wyatt moaned, head hanging, lost in the moment, sensation after sensation washing over him, pounding him down into the bed as much as the stallion was at that very time. His backside gaped and would remain stretched for hours after Steven had taken him, Dolly cheering them on even as Lin squirmed on the bed, panting and heaving, her chest jiggling as her lover did all that she could do to bring her off all over again.

“Look at him... He loves getting pounded!”

Dolly smirked and Wyatt blushed, though he would not have denied that. He was right where he wanted to be, heat racing through his body, the prickle of sweat growing. He cried out as that gargantuan cock plundered his backside, ramming deep, spilling a load onto the bed in a lusciously creamy splatter. He couldn’t have held himself back even if he’d tried, his recovery time lessened while Steven grunted and ploughed into him, the slap of his hips on the human’s backside echoing through the bedroom.

It was deliciously powerful how the stallion stretched him more and more, putting him in his place, the ladies watching, Dolly even breaking away from Lin so that the poodle could wriggle in even closer to the action. She had to see everything, tail wagging, her eyes intent as her paw plundered between her thighs, fingers driving into her pussy with a lewd, wet squelch. That was not about to stop the Shire, however, taking pride in the show that he could give as he slammed in over and over, working over that tight yet yielding hole with all the lustful passion he had in him. Lin could not resist the temptation of getting in close either, slipping behind the stallion as he briefly showed off the full length of his meat, which glistened with lube, fingering and teasing the pucker under his tail too so that he could not resist slamming back into Wyatt and taking his fill of him.

And, oh, how the stallion lusted for him, a boy that he could use, finally dumping a load into him with a throaty whinny that rang through Wyatt’s mind, his seed pouring deep. One load would never be enough for a stallion, however, and Wyatt was forced through another climax, the throbbing rod driving in deep, ploughing him full, a tingling pulse that made him want to cum again too even though his half-hard cock was dripping, milked of his cum through a backdoor massage that only a cock of that size could do for him. He needed it, even as the stallion drew his hips back up to him with every thrust, grinding in deep, the rotating turn of his hips sending Wyatt’s hips spiralling to new heights of pleasure, the night teasing through as the ladies took turns shoving their pussies up to his mouth.

“Look how stretched he is...”

The ladies giggled as Dolly spread his arse for the stallion, pulling his rear cheeks back to show off his gaping, lewdly stretched hole. She even dipped her fingers inside as Wyatt moaned, puffing heavily as he tried to regain some sense of himself, head spinning with ardent lust. He was sore but not sore, wanting more, able to do more, his backside rocking back as the stud stallion let his huge shaft slap against him yet again. His hole was not yet done with and Wyatt whimpered as he was spread all over again, Dolly’s muzzle thrust in close to the action as her tail wagged nineteen to the dozen. She couldn’t have hidden how much she enjoyed him getting sodomised if she’d tried.

There was more to come and, even in the shower on his knees after the equine had seeded him full, his skin damp and Dolly’s soaked, Wyatt was submissive to the end, tired and yet happily so. The poodle giggled and arched back against the wall, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers to release a stream of urine, splashing over his head, marking him as hers in one of the most carnal ways possible.

“There now...” She crooned. “You make sure you come back to us ladies, alright? No playing with the big kitties. We like our boy in one piece!”

Yes, yes... He thought through a haze of lust, letting her pee into his mouth, swallowing down all that she ordered him to, his mouth up against her pussy all over again for a final orgasm of the night. It was all a blur but a good kind of blue, his mind wrapped up in all that they wanted of him, his body theirs to do with as they willed. He didn’t have to think when he was with them, just let his cock throb, jerked off where his seed was wasted, Dolly taking a load into her mouth only to pass it back to him, snowballing his own cum back into the back of his throat so that he had the pleasant humiliation there and shudder too of being forced to swallow.

He spent that night squashed between Dolly and the stallion, Dolly’s pussy in his face so that he always had something to lick through the night, Steven’s cock lying across Wyatt’s buttocks, balls throbbing possessively. Even in sleep, the horse grunted, holding Wyatt close, though it was not through any romantic means but simply because that was how it was for him, a dominant stud who knew what he wanted and took it for his own. It was why it was so easy for Wyatt to submit to him, the stud’s shaft far too large for his backside and yet the source of one of the ultimate pleasures.

Maybe it was just as well that he hadn’t gone home with the lioness, after all...

To be continued in part two...

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This is a two-part story.